Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The girls and I came home today to a package sitting on the front porch. Katie picked it up and shrieked, "Mama! WHY are you getting a package from some place called "Lady Fantasy?!?!"

 I was baffled.  I told them, "I certainly haven't placed an order with any place called Lady Fantasy! Maybe Kerry ordered a valentine gift for me....?" 

The girls completely freaked out, "MOM!! We do NOT need to know this kind of thing! Gross!!!" 

They shrieked and squealed until I got hold of the package. It was from Lady FANatics - it's a football jersey....

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Katie was learning about Winston Churchill in history yesterday. The history book described him as "pugnacious". She didn't know what that meant, so I had her look it up and read synonyms to me. She read, "Combative, aggressive, antagonistic, belligerent, bellicose, warlike, quarrelsome, argumentative, contentious, disputatious, hostile, threatening, truculent." 

Then she looked at me and said, " Trump?"

Monday, January 18, 2016

How To Know When They Are REALLY Growing Up

I just asked Ben to help me walk the dogs one last time tonight.  He came downstairs and walked in a circle through the kitchen, dining room and living room.

"Where's my coat?"

"You hung it up in the closet."

"I did?"

"You did.  I stood there and watched you do it."

"Why did I do that?  I never hang my coat in the closet!"

That moment when your child puts something away without thinking about it and without being told to do it.  Flashes of a true adult showing through.

Monday, January 4, 2016

New Year's Eve

As the ball descended in New York, Leo descended in our living room......

Saturday, December 26, 2015

What's For Dinner?

Kerry was served some VERY fresh seafood!

Horrifyingly fresh.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Hot Wings

I took the girls out for lunch today at Buffalo Wild Wings.  We were doing some last minute Christmas shopping and decided we needed sustenance and there just happened to be a BWW in the shopping center.

I love their boneless parmesan garlic wings.  Katie wisely chose honey bar-b-que wings.  Emily, however,  got a wild hair and ordered the third spiciest wings on the menu.

Those wings were forevermore hot.  I had one bite and the heat was pretty intense.  Luckily I had celery sticks, ranch dressing, my own non-hot wings, and a sweet tea to help clear the spiciness out of my mouth.

Emily kept eating those wings.  It became a source of great pride to be able to finish those wings without crying (or dying).  She has since stated that this was not her best decision.

By the end of our meal, she was slugging down water and rubbing ice cubes on her lips.

Katie, who needed to clean her Invisalign braces with water before she put them back on her teeth, asked Emily, "Can I use some of your water?"

"Like hell!" snapped Emily, snatching up her glass and slugging down more water.

I think next time she may order something a tad milder.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Puppy Steps

The puppies always want to get off the bed, get on the bed, get off the bed, get on the bed.  This is especially aggravating to me in the middle of the night.  They can't jump on the bed by themselves, so I have to pick them up and put them on the bed.  It's not difficult with Leo; I can scoop him up with one hand.  Gus on the other hand has gotten pretty hefty.  I have to get out of bed and use both hands to heft him up,

I decided to invest in some steps so they could climb up without assistance, saving me some sleep and a hernia.

I put treats on the steps.

They ate the treat off the bottom step and couldn't figure out how to get to the others.

This, despite the fact that they climb steps every day of their lives to get in the house.

How I get to treats?

Finally, Leo started to get the idea first.  But he wasn't taking his back feet off the floor.  That top step treat just wasn't tempting enough.

Leo finally got brave enough to get all the treats, but he still wouldn't go for the treats I had put on the bed.

To date, after a week of training, Leo will run up and down the steps to get on and off the bed.  No treats needed.

Gus is terrified of the steps and won't go near them.  If I put him squarely on the steps, he freezes like he thinks he's about to be eaten.  I can put my hands on his legs and physically walk him up the steps like a puppet, but if I take my hands off of him, he leaps for life off the side.

Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but at least he's snuggly.