Buffalo Boy Won't You Come Out Tonight
This is just a smattering of wonder. Allow yourself to be blown away and don't be distracted by the fact that the items in this post have little to no connection with each other. Sit back, relax, and eat some doughnuts while you read. You'll thank me later.
1. Buffalos are awesome. My two year old will tell you so. He will also spend the entire time at the Wildlife Refuge saying, "Daddy, I want to see more buffalo!" And then as soon as you get close enough to one to take a picture, "It's scary. Let's leave." And then "More buffalo!" and then "Drive!" and then "Another buffalo!" and then "LEAVE!!!" Really, we think he has a split personality.
2. Christmas cards, on the other hand, are terrifying. There's too much pressure! That thing is going to be hanging on someone's fridge for a whole year (two, the way I do things--last year I had a baby instead of sending out a Christmas card--no, that's not an announcement). What if I accidentally use a picture where someone has a booger hanging out their nose? On that note, if you want a Christmas card, speak now or forever hold your peace (and don't judge me if all the pictures have red eye).
3. The Man and I typically agree that preschool programs (really, programs by children of any kind) should be lovingly skipped. However, now that we have our own kids, we can't get out of them. So today we diligently cheered on Littles as he stood, shell shocked, before a microphone and whispered "Gobble, gobble" a couple of times. His stage presence was unparalleled. We're starting him in show business next week.
4. Tiny decided to start for real walking this week. Incredibly, I have a video of Littles pretending to be a statue in a turkey hat from the program today but none of Tiny walking. My priorities are sadly out of whack.
5. Does anyone feel all Thanksgivinged out before Thanksgiving actually rolls around? It's not that I dislike Thanksgiving (it's one of my all time favourite holidays), but by the time I finally get to Thanksgiving I will have attended four other Thanksgiving meals. It just seems a little overkill. Unfair thinning of the turkeys, I say. But bring on the pumpkin pie.
6. Trig-dog gets really sad when he has no email.
1. Buffalos are awesome. My two year old will tell you so. He will also spend the entire time at the Wildlife Refuge saying, "Daddy, I want to see more buffalo!" And then as soon as you get close enough to one to take a picture, "It's scary. Let's leave." And then "More buffalo!" and then "Drive!" and then "Another buffalo!" and then "LEAVE!!!" Really, we think he has a split personality.
3. The Man and I typically agree that preschool programs (really, programs by children of any kind) should be lovingly skipped. However, now that we have our own kids, we can't get out of them. So today we diligently cheered on Littles as he stood, shell shocked, before a microphone and whispered "Gobble, gobble" a couple of times. His stage presence was unparalleled. We're starting him in show business next week.
4. Tiny decided to start for real walking this week. Incredibly, I have a video of Littles pretending to be a statue in a turkey hat from the program today but none of Tiny walking. My priorities are sadly out of whack.
5. Does anyone feel all Thanksgivinged out before Thanksgiving actually rolls around? It's not that I dislike Thanksgiving (it's one of my all time favourite holidays), but by the time I finally get to Thanksgiving I will have attended four other Thanksgiving meals. It just seems a little overkill. Unfair thinning of the turkeys, I say. But bring on the pumpkin pie.
6. Trig-dog gets really sad when he has no email.
7. I have a Cars band-aid covering a massive bug bite on the back of my leg. I am the coolest. In contrast, mystery bug bites are not cool at all. They are as terrifying as Christmas cards. Is my leg going to shrivel up and fall off?
8. I have to stop myself from spewing a ridiculous amount of stories about Tiny and Littles on here. Like how Littles asked me if he could take swim lessons with a turtle or maybe a dolphin. Or how he told me his first story last week (Once there was a little cow, and he was very nice). Or how I walked in on Tiny at two in the morning bouncing up and down in his crib with no pants or socks in sight. Or how he already thinks he's funnier than he really is (okay, as ten month olds go, he is pretty funny). This is just the tip of the iceberg but I realize that not everyone comes to my blog for the sole purpose of stalking my children. For those of you that do, however, I will leave you with this:
