Category Archives: Quotes

>Start to Finish

>Here is the newest story you’ll be hearing about my mom for the next 30 years:

Mom: John, have you seen The Hangover?
John: Yes. Start to finish, the funniest movie I have ever seen.
Mom: Oh. Well, I haven’t seen “Start to Finish”

>Mow

>I made Dave drive me to the library after dinner, after insisting that I wouldn’t ride in the cargo trailer with Jack. When we got there, Dave asked why, exactly, he had to drive me since I am not pain killer free. I didn’t really have a good answer. Maybe over the past week+ I forgot how to drive. Maybe it was that half glass of wine.

Anyway, when we got home, it was pretty close to bedtime, but Dave was weeding, I was filling Dave in on some gossip, Luke was reading, and Jack was hanging off the front door knob yelling, “Mil! Mil! Miiiiiiillllllllll!” I let him into the house and handed him a sippy of milk. He said, “Dink do.”

We went back outside and before you know it, Jack was pointing to the gate to the backyard yelling, “MOW! MOW! MOW! MOW!”

And I said, “Do you want your milk? It’s right over there. There’s your milk!”

And Jack said, “MOW! MOW! MOW! MOW!”

And I said, “You’re milk is right there.”

And Dave said, “He wants to MOW. The lawn.”

Ooooh. So I let him get his John Deere mower from the backyard and then he was happy. It was pretty obvious, but I was really clueless. It must have been that half glass of wine.

>Happy Birthday Dave!

>Dave took Luke and Jack camping on Thursday, and the plan was for me to meet them after work on Friday. Well, first the campsite was closed, then they could only get one night at another campsite, then they got 2 more nights in another spot, so they had to pack up and move, and then it rained and then the wind blew the rain shelter/tarp into bits. Then I got there and convinced them to go home. Good thing, since Jack threw up all day yesterday.

While Dave stayed home with the sickie, I took The One Who Can Not Keep A Secret birthday present shopping. I asked The One Who Can Not Keep A Secret what he wanted to get his dad for his birthday and he said, “A wii game, or a remote control car, or light saber, maybe…” I asked him exactly whose birthday we were shopping for and he said, “I KEEP ASKING DADDDY WHAT HE WANTS AND HE KEEPS TELLING ME I DON’T HAVE TO BUY HIM ANYTHING!” Sheesh, Ok. SO TOWCKAS and I went to Best Buy because I have been meaning to go there for the last 14 months since the light on the refridgerator starting telling me to replace the filter. I figured we could get a filter and shop for games for the wii. Long story short, we got Wii Little League, and thus began the longest 17 hours of secret keeping that TOWCKAS has had to endure since last year. Oh wait, last year he only had to keep the secret as he helped me carry the present down the hallway. So over the course of those 17 hours there were lots of,
“I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“You want to open your present in the morning, right?”
“I can’t wait to play with your present tomorrow Daddy.” Etc.

Then, last night during dinner, Dave said, “After dinner, do you want to play Mario Cart Wii or play baseball in the front yard?”

TOWCKAS’s response? “Wii Baseball!!!!”

Fortunately Dave was walking out of the room, so when we was out of earshot I said, “Sssshhhhh! Or you don’t get to pick out any more presents!”

TOWCKAS’s response? “What!? I said, we should play baseball!”

Dave likes a pink cake with chocolate icing, so this year, instead of the pink (strawberry? cherry?) cake from the box, I made a triple layer strawberry cake with chocolate ganache icing. It was really good. The batter seemed really pink from the strawberries, but I guess I should have added food coloring too. Mmm. So good. It calls for 8 egg whites, and I used a trick I learned from the cupcake class, where you separate the yolk from the white one at a time in a little bowl and then dump the recently seperated egg into the bowl with the rest, so you don’t waste a lot of eggs by getting yolk in the main egg bowl on the 7th or 8th egg. However, I forgot to add in the last egg white , so I imagine that this cake would have turned out 1/8 again as tall if I hadn’t made that mistake.

>Yes Ma’am

>Luke is a very busy boy this summer. His camp packs more fun into a week then I could probably provide all summer. And in addition to a daily (awesome) field trip, he also has two swimming lessons a week and a soccer practice and a game. And we bike to camp almost every day, and that bike ride is 1.5 miles straight up hill. It’s serious. The first time we did it, I allocated 20 minutes for the 1.5 miles up hill and 20 minutes for the 6 miles downhill to work. I was sad when we got to camp 35 minutes later after much crying and gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair. (But I made it to work in 18 minutes!) The next day I brought a water bottle and a fruit twist for Luke to eat if we got to the top with out any complaining. We got there in 20 minutes with no stopping. Since then, I have forgotten the snack twice and we have had some complaining here and there.

Here is an excerpt from our conversation on the way there yesterday:
Luke: (After going really fast for a while) I need to stop and push my bike.
Me: Well, what you need to do is focus on pacing yourself. Pacing yourself means regulating the speed at which you are traveling, so you find a speed that you can keep up for a long period of
Luke: I KNOW ALL THAT ALREADY
Megan: You know, when I am talking, and you already know what I am saying, a polite way to respond is “Yes Ma’am.” That way you communicate to me that you know what I am saying, and you get me to stop talking. But you do in a way that makes me think you are polite and then we are both happy.
Luke: (Silence)
**Time Passes**
Luke: This hill is really hard.
Me: When I have a bike ride that I do a lot that I find challenging, I like to break it up into sections in my mind. Then I can feel a sense of accomplishment after each section. For instance, I’d break this ride into 4 sections, one for each hill. The first section would start at our house and end
Luke: Yes Ma’am.

And then, interestingly, we had this conversation at dinner tonight:

Luke: Why do people get divorced?
Me: Some people are much happier when they live apart.
Luke: But you and Daddy aren’t going to get divorced?
Me: No
Dave: No, I would never be able to find anything if I couldn’t ask your mother where it is.
Me: Daddy and I love each other very much and we
Luke: Yes Ma’am.

>Using Your Words

>When Luke started to talk he could say his L’s but for some reason, he had trouble with “Luke”. In fact, I think his Grandmom was really surprised one time when he said, “I’m Nuke!” I think there is a fine line with new talkers regarding when to correct and when to just use proper pronounciation yourself and hope they learn from example. But on the day I decided to work on changing Nuke to Luke, we had this conversation:

Me: Luke, repeat after me, OK?
Luke:OK
Me: La la la la la.
Luke: La la la la la.
Me: La la la la Luke.
Luke: La la la la Mommy.

He has a sense of humor, that one.

The other one… he is in a very impatient phase. He just goes from zero to shrieking in 2 seconds, so I had to trot out that so very new millennium expression, “Use your words.”

Jack: AIEEEEAAIEEEE
Me: Use your words, Jack.
Jack: AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!
Me: Do you want some more, Jack?
Jack: More, Jack!

We have been calling Luke “Bubba” since Jack was born and Luke decided this week that he doesn’t like it anymore. Which is too bad, because every morning after Jack has seen me and Dave, he calls out a cute little, “Bubba.. Buuuuuuuhbaaaaaaaa” until Luke makes an appearance. So this morning, Dave said, “Jack. Say La la la la Luke.”
And a video would be more appropriate for showing Jack’s reply, but if you couldn’t tell by the declining qualities of my photos since our return from Mexico, my camera is broken.
So imagine Jack saying the following with his tongue sticking way out of his mouth:

La la la la Uke.

>Overheard at Casa de MetaMegan

>
Are you getting so, so tired of hearing about our fabulous vacation? Ok. I’ll take a break to tell you about this little conversation:

We left a lot of milk in the fridge before we left for Mexico (sorry – still talking about the vacation here) and when we got back I sniffed Jack’s milk and it seemed fine so I poured him a glass. Same for Luke’s milk. They drank it. The next day I poured a glass for Luke and decided I should taste it before I gave it to him.

Me: Aaaggh. Blah, ptoouey, yuck, yuck, yuck, gag, etc.
Luke: What’s wrong?
Me: This milk is disgusting!
Luke: I KNOW! It tasted like my fingers when they are really dirty!!

>Overheard, Take 2

>Dave said that my post yesterday wasn’t funny, so I thought maybe I would put some more context around it:

Dave: No, Jackie! Teeth are not for biting.
Luke: Except with food.
Dave:
Luke: Except with food, Daddy.
Dave:
Luke: Daddy, you use your teeth to bite food.
Daddy:
Mommy: -snickering-

Back in the day, I had a refrain that I said to Luke, “No Luke, we don’t bite/pinch/hit/pull hair. We kiss and hug.” But once I accidentally said, “No Luke, we don’t bite, we pinch and hit.” Dave’s was way better though.

>You Say Nuzzle, I say Nosel

>If you say to Jack that you want a kiss, and he is feeling accommodating, he will rub his cheek on your cheek. It is very cute. Jack was giving Luke kisses this morning and Luke said, “Mama! He noseling! ” I said, “Luke, do you mean nuzzling?” He said, “Yes, I know it’s nuzzling, but since you do it with your nose, I call it noseling.”

>The Season of Giving

>Dave and Luke and Jack went shopping for my Christmas presents on Sunday and then wrapped them and put them under the tree. Luke is very excited about my present, but he was a little bothered by the fact that there weren’t any presents under the tree for him. Last year he got PJs and an ornament from me, and this year I planned for the same. But he already knows about the PJs, and the ornament isn’t that big of a deal. So when he asked what I would be giving him for Christmas I said nothing. Santa will be bringing all your gifts! This was an unsatisfactory answer for many reasons, but mostly because that meant nothing under the tree for X more days. We discussed it for a while but he wasn’t able to talk me into giving him a present.

An hour later Luke approached me with a new strategy. He was very serious. A tad choked up.

“Mom. Christmas is a season of giving. And I am a little worried about you. Because you aren’t giving me anything. “

Poor kid. He just wants to make sure I experience the season.