Archive for August, 2010

Extremely literal

// August 31st, 2010 // 1 Comment » // teenagers

Nurse: “What grade will you be in next year?”
Noah: “Tenth.”
Me: “You’ve only been in school a week. I think she wants to know about THIS year’s grade.”
Noah: “She asked about NEXT year.”

Noah: “Dad? Mom just texted me asking where we are.”
Doug: “So tell her.”
Noah: “What do I tell her?”
Doug: <- looks around bewildered -> “We are on a dock.”
Noah: “But . . . that doesn’t tell her WHERE we are. I mean, that’s kind of vague and ….”
Doug: “Never mind Noah. I just texted her. Then, I sent her a picture.”

Boy doctors

// August 28th, 2010 // 3 Comments » // medical, parenting

Many years ago, I took my oldest daughter for her yearly checkup at the pediatrician. Harmless questions about diet, exercise and television were followed by a question about puberty. In response to the answer, the pediatrician glibly told my pre-adolescent daughter that “periods are nasty, messy things.” I spent the rest of the appointment mentally asking myself why a doctor would plant such a terrible seed in my child’s brain. I am not a ‘gather the women for a ceremony under the full moon’ kind of mom, but the comment was so hale pe’a that I found it completely inappropriate.

Last week, I took my youngest daughter to the pediatrician for her checkup. After the doctor looked in Amy’s eyes with his tiny flashlight and she was putting her glasses on again, the doctor announced that if we get my 8-y-o daughter contacts, her father will be chasing the boys away in droves. I was instantly transported back in time and recognized that this was the same doctor who spoke so insensitively to my oldest daughter. This time, he was worried about a very young child’s love life. Not only is she much too young for this to be a concern, her first innocent crushes had better be on her amazing personality and not her physical appearance. An appearance that is adorable with tiny, little, purple glasses.

While Don Draper might love this particular pediatrician, I do not. I will be requesting anyone EXCEPT him at all future appointments.

More than play

// August 27th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // kid quotes, play

Me: “Evan? What are you doing?”
Evan: “I’m just playing.”
Me: “Playing what?”
Evan: “I have to stack these toys using chopsticks instead of fingers.”
Me: “Keep playing.”

Noah says:

// August 26th, 2010 // 3 Comments » // kid quotes

Me: “Kill the wabbit. Kill the wabbit.”
Noah: “Why are you singing about dead rabbits?”
Me: “I’m just singing Elmer Fudd’s song.”
Noah: “Who’s Elmer Fudd?”

Perseveration

// August 22nd, 2010 // 1 Comment » // children, flickr, food

“We’re here for a football game.”
“I see popcorn! Can we get popcorn instead of football?”

“The band is going to play music and then the football players will run on the field.”
“Are the footballers still eating their popcorn?”

“Why is that lady eating peanuts when there’s popcorn?”

“The band is going to sit while the football players play.”
“The band might get all the popcorn.”

“Do you need to go potty?”
“No. I need to go popcorn.”

Evan leaned toward me with a bit of a pucker, so I leaned closer to him in expectation of a smack on the cheek. Instead of a kiss, I felt his tiny tongue repeatedly tapping my cheek like the world’s smallest jackhammer. I pulled away and looked at his grinning face. “Evan! Why did you do that?” “Because, I am popcorn.”

catch phrases that won’t catch

// August 19th, 2010 // No Comments » // animals, pets

“He’s happier than a snake after a shed.”

“She’s poocrastinating until the rain stops.”

“We have yellow jackets. Find the corpse.”

school pictures

// August 18th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // school, teenagers

It is school picture time again. Freshmen pictures had to be pre-ordered and paid for sight unseen. Unbeknown to me, the high school freshman made a last minute change to his wardrobe and chose the same color shirt as the color I specified for a background. His picture will look like a weatherman in a green shirt aka floaty hands and head. When they get the picture at Christmas, it should be fun for the older relatives to choose between complaining about the length of the teen’s hair and the teen’s missing torso.

Senior pictures are four full pages of proofs and decisions that are weightier than they should be because of the heavy price tag. For $500 I could have them on a CD, but since I don’t have half a grand for pictures, I’d still have to pay extra for prints and we still have to buy graduation announcements, I think I’ll spend more time staring at the proofs. It’s easy to stare at them, because they are great pictures. Even though it’s a treat to see the girl teen without her face hidden or sticking out her tongue, she looks absolutely beautiful. The pictures that include one of our dogs are funny and I have to have them just because the dog posed for only a few minutes before trotting off to frolic in the creek while pictures continued sans dog. One of my favorite poses is on a green screen.

Let’s look at the backgrounds that can be added as an afterthought. There’s are five different versions of crumbling brick or cinder-block walls for anyone who spent their school years painting, cleaning and fund raising to salvage their deteriorating school building. If your student minored in train car and overpass tagging, there are eight graffiti background choices for you to remember their unbridled creativity. There are only five beach and pier options for students whose parents have a coastal timeshare, but they also have two extremely tropical backgrounds for families with serious island property. There’s a paint splattered warehouse door background for art students and a fire damaged curtain background that looks like it survived The Phantom of the Opera for theater students. There are several indescribably odd backgrounds, like some kind of sideways log cabin wall with a whiskey barrel in front of it or the one with train tracks and a train coming toward the student. There are four tree backgrounds that seem appropriate for our area, but since the candid photos include REAL trees, that seems an unlikely choice.

I wonder if we can just use the green screen as a background.

I get mail

// August 16th, 2010 // No Comments » // mail, me

Dear Cathy,

I am not a desk, filing cabinet or crayon box. I am not a bathroom drawer or medicine cabinet. I am not a camera bag, computer bag, book bag or Kindle case. I am not a toy box. You are asking too much of me. I can only take so much abuse before I break. Please stop hurting me.

Love anyway,
Your purse

Scott Pilgrim vs the World (Non-spoilery Review)

// August 15th, 2010 // No Comments » // movies, parenting

Aspie Caveman went to see Scott Pilgrim vs the World and offers the following review.

“It was really fun. If you don’t play video games, you won’t get it.”

My get off my lawn response.

“You whippersnappers hadn’t even heard of Scott Pilgrim until they decided to make it a movie. Back in my day, we had to read about it. By candlelight. Barefoot. Uphill both ways. Now bring me some tea. What time is it?”

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