Monday, January 24, 2011

The Train to Crazy

As if the tale of the Christmas tree that lasted 'til Easter wasn't proof is more evidence that, here in Holland, we're just a little insane.

Luckily, we have a very patient dog.

 Hunter puts up with a lot.
 Clearly, though, he'll wear anything for bacon.
It's just unfortunate that not everyone looks as good in a tie as our dog does.

Have I ever told you about my fear of teeth?  Since I became a mother, I've learned how to do all kinds of things that would make other people squirm: insert nasal-gastro feeding tubes, check the stomach for residuals, draw blood, test urine--I could go on, but I think you get the picture.  But teeth--I just can't handle the sight of a loose tooth.  Superkid had been wiggling this one at me for days.  (Cringe, cringe.)  I was so glad it FINALLY came out.  Doesn't she look like a big kid?

I think it is crazy just how different she sounds now that she has that hole in her mouth.  She not only looks like a big kid, she sounds like one, too!  That other front tooth is wiggly, but not enough that she has to show me every 30 minutes.  (Shiver.)

In our kitchen, we have a planning center that features a magnetic white board.   It comes in handy for all kinds of things: the calendar, shopping lists, goal charts, job cards.  Most of all, our kids love drawing and writing messages on that board.
I'm always finding interesting, thought provoking, humorous, or downright strange things on the board.  Like this.  Justone is obviously demonstrating some humor of the Cub Scout genre, "Books Never Written."  (You know, like How to Stay Awake by I.M. Tired.)  He's drawn his own example:
Get it?  Haha, very funny.  Well, Superkid thought it was.  She thought it was such a good joke that she came up with her own:

Um, I don't think she's quite got the concept of how these jokes work, do you?  I'm going to do my best to make sure she doesn't have a chance to do any research on that topic.

And I'm going to erase the whiteboard before we have company.


1 comment:

  1. Once again your kids have me reduced to a crying ninnie, gasping for breath because I am laughing so hard. tee hee.... 100 ways to die.... snigger...