"Look over there, that lady has a baby! That's NOTHING, we're going to have TWO babies."
"Two babies?"
"Yup. A baby brother and a baby sister for you."
"I only want one baby."
"Only one? Do you want a boy baby or a girl baby?"
"I want only the boy baby."
"But then where's the girl baby going to go?"
"The girl baby goes in the kitchen!"
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Speaking in iambic pentameter by age 3!
I had a discussion with Lara yesterday about kids around Kiernan's age, namely the fact that I can't understand half the things they're saying. Is it because we're better attuned to the speech patterns of our own children? Apparently it's not in this case - those other kids are right on track when it comes to speech development, my kid's just super advanced.
"We are going to climb up the stairs!" he says to me a few weekends ago. "We are climbing the stairs, daddy!". I'm sure if asked he would have gone on to describe the future tenses as well. Each syllable is eloquently pronounced, which makes it all the more cute when a word in his vocabulary is consistently mispronounced:
"I meed to eat more berries!"
"I want to use the oze-ringe crayon!"
"I like to watch the Back-a-yardins!"
"I want NUF-TING for dinner!"
We try to correct some of the more dire mistakes, such as his habit of dropping the "g" on the end of the occasional "ing" verb, but it would ruin our fun to fix inconsequential patterns which will eventually work out on their own. Sadly, the following phrases have been replaced with real pronunciations:
"I like to splash in cuddles!" was always a good way to get a round of "Awwwww!"s at work.
"Baa baa blapp sheep" was an excellent song.
This morning "Oh! I have a skelkitin on my pirate shirt!" became the latest victim...
"We are going to climb up the stairs!" he says to me a few weekends ago. "We are climbing the stairs, daddy!". I'm sure if asked he would have gone on to describe the future tenses as well. Each syllable is eloquently pronounced, which makes it all the more cute when a word in his vocabulary is consistently mispronounced:
"I meed to eat more berries!"
"I want to use the oze-ringe crayon!"
"I like to watch the Back-a-yardins!"
"I want NUF-TING for dinner!"
We try to correct some of the more dire mistakes, such as his habit of dropping the "g" on the end of the occasional "ing" verb, but it would ruin our fun to fix inconsequential patterns which will eventually work out on their own. Sadly, the following phrases have been replaced with real pronunciations:
"I like to splash in cuddles!" was always a good way to get a round of "Awwwww!"s at work.
"Baa baa blapp sheep" was an excellent song.
This morning "Oh! I have a skelkitin on my pirate shirt!" became the latest victim...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
28 weeks
Today marks the beginning of Operation: Hold Those Babies In!*
Only 9 weeks to go... or 12 if you really want, dear! You can do it!
* also coincides with Sub-operation: please don't come out yet babies, I really need to clean the house
Only 9 weeks to go... or 12 if you really want, dear! You can do it!
* also coincides with Sub-operation: please don't come out yet babies, I really need to clean the house
Monday, March 9, 2009
I don't think this blue bowl is dishwasher-safe - oh, wait, never mind
Picture a fine blue dust coating both outer and inner surfaces of a random selection of your dishes, and you will be envisioning the results of a crayon being placed in a dishwasher. Picturing 70% of that amount of dust, and you'll be seeing the results of a second wash cycle.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Family dining!
I met up with some friends who I haven't seen in a while in a bar and grill all the way across town. It's comforting to know that there a change station in the men's washroom if I ever think to take Kiernan or the twins to "Philthy McNasty's".
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Weekly Wednesday #47
Weekly Link:
Media:The Arctic Ice caps are melting! We are doomed!
Scientists: Well, not really.. and hey, check out what's happening in Antarctica!
Media: The world is doomed to a watery grave!
Scientists: You didn't check it out, did you.
Media: Sure did! Booooring! DOOOM!
Weekly Photo:
Took me a while to figure out how this photo was taken... Mirage?
Weekly Kiernan and the Twins:
Kiernan has already taught the twins how to high five. The twins may or may not be using feet to do so.
Weekly Drum Song:
Kiernan's love of mommy's CD of Bollywood tunes has guided us to my collection of 90s Eurodance. He is especially impressed that I was in the crowd (somewhere) in this video:
Ottawa-is-a-small-place-anecdote: The singer with the long hair was a student I helped out three years ago while I was a teaching assistant. She revealed they lipsynched that night, gasp!
Media:The Arctic Ice caps are melting! We are doomed!
Scientists: Well, not really.. and hey, check out what's happening in Antarctica!
Media: The world is doomed to a watery grave!
Scientists: You didn't check it out, did you.
Media: Sure did! Booooring! DOOOM!
Weekly Photo:
Took me a while to figure out how this photo was taken... Mirage?
Weekly Kiernan and the Twins:
Kiernan has already taught the twins how to high five. The twins may or may not be using feet to do so.
Weekly Drum Song:
Kiernan's love of mommy's CD of Bollywood tunes has guided us to my collection of 90s Eurodance. He is especially impressed that I was in the crowd (somewhere) in this video:
Ottawa-is-a-small-place-anecdote: The singer with the long hair was a student I helped out three years ago while I was a teaching assistant. She revealed they lipsynched that night, gasp!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Successful peanut butter use
On April 1st, 1993, the following Calvin and Hobbes comic was published:
(Calvin is looking aghast into a jar of peanut butter)
Calvin: Aaugh! The peanut butter is ruined! You're supposed to scoop one half straight down and then dig out the other side from the bottom, so part of the top remains undisturbed until the very end!
Calvin's mom (perplexed): What on earth for?
Calvin (as if this should be completely obvious): It's a ritual! You have to keep the top of the peanut butter smooth!
Calvin's mom: Maybe you should make your own sandwiches.
Calvin: If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life. Did you cut the bread diagonally?
As I've been the only peanut butter eater in the house for the past 27 weeks, I was able to successfully coat my bagel (for the first time in almost 15 years) with the smooth surface of the last of a small jar of peanut butter! Now to tackle a new challenge: a large jar... OF CHUNKY!
(Calvin is looking aghast into a jar of peanut butter)
Calvin: Aaugh! The peanut butter is ruined! You're supposed to scoop one half straight down and then dig out the other side from the bottom, so part of the top remains undisturbed until the very end!
Calvin's mom (perplexed): What on earth for?
Calvin (as if this should be completely obvious): It's a ritual! You have to keep the top of the peanut butter smooth!
Calvin's mom: Maybe you should make your own sandwiches.
Calvin: If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life. Did you cut the bread diagonally?
As I've been the only peanut butter eater in the house for the past 27 weeks, I was able to successfully coat my bagel (for the first time in almost 15 years) with the smooth surface of the last of a small jar of peanut butter! Now to tackle a new challenge: a large jar... OF CHUNKY!
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