... Mrs. Pruney dropped all the tea cups in the soup, Mom!
Me: Who is Mrs. Pruney?
My imaginary mom. Mrs. Pruney is a VERY good mom!
What about me?! Aren't I a good mom?!
Yes, you're my real mom, and you're also a very good mom, but Mrs. Pruney is a VERY good mom.
How is she such a good mom?
She's not like you, she let's me stick my fingers in my nose.
I don't think I can compete with that.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
iBuns
Ring, ring! Hi Mags, it's me Kate.
Hey. I'm eating lunch, what's up?
Hold on a sec. I've got another call.
Oh, it's just my accountant. I'll call him back later. I was calling to find out if you already ate all the cherries out of your fruit cocktail, and if not, can I have one?
Sorry dude, cherries are gone.
Oh well, it was worth a try.
No prob... Oops, the call dropped. This stupid hot dog bun gets terrible reception.
This is what we do around here on rainy days.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Tu(n)esday
I haven't posted one of these in ages! It's not that we haven't bought any good new music lately, it's just that I'm a slacker. But I'm here to make it up to you...
Here are a few Justin Townes Earle videos:
I can just sense my brother-in-law Roger rolling his eyes at the hillbilly-palooza on display here. Don't worry, we'll bring him over to the dark side eventually.
Here are a few Justin Townes Earle videos:
I can just sense my brother-in-law Roger rolling his eyes at the hillbilly-palooza on display here. Don't worry, we'll bring him over to the dark side eventually.
Monday, March 7, 2011
She Don't Get No Respect
My cousin Amy recently sent me an email full of corny jokes which reminded me that I needed to share about Maggie's current infatuation with telling jokes. She loves them, the cornier the better! They are made hilarious to us by her uniquely four-year-old style of punchline delivery and the fact that she laughs with such delight after each one even though she's told it a hundred times already. Here are some of her favorites:
Why did the chicken cross the street (yes, she usually says street instead of road)?
To get to the other side
What do you call cheese that doesn't belong to you?
Nacho cheese
What did one snowman say to the other snowman?
*sniff sniff* Do you smell carrots?
Why was six afraid of seven?
Because seven ate (eight) nine
What did A say to B?
AHHHHHH!
(This joke was originally made up by our friend Kevin's daughter, who is the same age as Maggie. Maggie thinks it's brilliant, so they are obviously on the same wavelength.)
My mom says she's going to bring Mags a bag of Laffy Taffys so she can work on some new material! I'm sure she will love that.
Why did the chicken cross the street (yes, she usually says street instead of road)?
To get to the other side
What do you call cheese that doesn't belong to you?
Nacho cheese
What did one snowman say to the other snowman?
*sniff sniff* Do you smell carrots?
Why was six afraid of seven?
Because seven ate (eight) nine
What did A say to B?
AHHHHHH!
(This joke was originally made up by our friend Kevin's daughter, who is the same age as Maggie. Maggie thinks it's brilliant, so they are obviously on the same wavelength.)
My mom says she's going to bring Mags a bag of Laffy Taffys so she can work on some new material! I'm sure she will love that.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Maggie Sez...
... Wanna play a game called Two Kids Stuck in a Bucket with me, Dad?
Kate wasn't allowed to play because the game wasn't called Three Kids Stuck in a Bucket.
Kate wasn't allowed to play because the game wasn't called Three Kids Stuck in a Bucket.
Monday, February 28, 2011
We Could Use a Nursemaid Around Here
Kate had an (un)exciting trip to the emergency room this weekend. Friday night, she and Maggie were playing on Maggie's new bed, acting crazy as usual for that time of the evening. Maggie fell off the end of the bed and landed on her bum on a toy and did a little crying over the bruise on her rear. We gave her a little talking to about the seriousness of the height of her bed and the possibility of her falling off of it and truly hurting herself. Then, not more than five minutes later, Kate rolls off the end of the bed in the exact same way and falls awkwardly on her left arm. She cried and cried and cried; and while she could move her hand and lift her arm over her head, she seemed a little hunched and wimpy about the way she was moving and holding her arm. Mike went ahead and put Maggie in the bath, but Kate flatly refused to go into the tub and actually requested pajamas. I could hardly even put her down long enough to change her diaper without her crying for me, and when I went to change her clothes, she started wailing again. Still, her arm looked completely normal and she let us feel it and squeeze it without complaint. She wanted to rock in the rocking chair, didn't ask for her usual bedtime stories or milk, and went right to sleep. We wondered if she just sprained or twisted her arm and was really just overtired from not having taken a good nap earlier.
As the evening wore on though, she woke up several times crying. We gave her some Motrin, and after lying awake talking to herself (not crying) for a long, long time, she finally slept and didn't wake up until the next morning. She seemed much better the next day, playing and eating as usual, but when we changed her clothes or cleaned her hands, she would cry. So after we put her down for a nap we consulted our 24 hour nurses hotline at our pediatrician's office. The nurse asked us to bring her in to the ER after she woke up from her nap because the severity of this kind of thing in a child Kate's age was very hard to determine without x-rays. They just don't always react to pain the way you might think they should.
Mike took Kate to the ER around 3:30 pm and I stayed home with Maggie. When they finally got home after 7:30 pm, Mike said the doctors had decided that Kate probably had what they call Nursemaid's Elbow. It's apparently very common in toddlers because they are active but their ligaments aren't very strong. Basically the arm bone pulls out of socket at the elbow and slides under the ligament. They tried to pop Kate's arm back into socket a couple of time, but it's likely that it had already done that on it's own the night of the fall. Her pain is probably just residual tenderness, so they gave her some more Motrin and I've been giving her Tylenol when she seems a little pitiful or grouchy. So far, she's running and playing and sleeping fine since her ER adventure, although she does still sometimes wince or cry out a bit when you mess with her arm. If she's not totally fine by tomorrow, we were instructed to call her pediatrician and make an appointment with him.
Mike said that at the ER they kind of gave him the stink eye and several different people asked him to tell the story of how the injury happened over and over again. He felt a bit like they were trying to make sure that he hadn't done something terrible to her that jerked her arm out of socket. You didn't mean to do it; you just got a little too angry at little Danny, isn't that right Mr. Torrance?! Poor Mike.
And poor Kate. Hopefully this won't have any long term negative effect on her racquetball game.
As the evening wore on though, she woke up several times crying. We gave her some Motrin, and after lying awake talking to herself (not crying) for a long, long time, she finally slept and didn't wake up until the next morning. She seemed much better the next day, playing and eating as usual, but when we changed her clothes or cleaned her hands, she would cry. So after we put her down for a nap we consulted our 24 hour nurses hotline at our pediatrician's office. The nurse asked us to bring her in to the ER after she woke up from her nap because the severity of this kind of thing in a child Kate's age was very hard to determine without x-rays. They just don't always react to pain the way you might think they should.
Mike took Kate to the ER around 3:30 pm and I stayed home with Maggie. When they finally got home after 7:30 pm, Mike said the doctors had decided that Kate probably had what they call Nursemaid's Elbow. It's apparently very common in toddlers because they are active but their ligaments aren't very strong. Basically the arm bone pulls out of socket at the elbow and slides under the ligament. They tried to pop Kate's arm back into socket a couple of time, but it's likely that it had already done that on it's own the night of the fall. Her pain is probably just residual tenderness, so they gave her some more Motrin and I've been giving her Tylenol when she seems a little pitiful or grouchy. So far, she's running and playing and sleeping fine since her ER adventure, although she does still sometimes wince or cry out a bit when you mess with her arm. If she's not totally fine by tomorrow, we were instructed to call her pediatrician and make an appointment with him.
Mike said that at the ER they kind of gave him the stink eye and several different people asked him to tell the story of how the injury happened over and over again. He felt a bit like they were trying to make sure that he hadn't done something terrible to her that jerked her arm out of socket. You didn't mean to do it; you just got a little too angry at little Danny, isn't that right Mr. Torrance?! Poor Mike.
And poor Kate. Hopefully this won't have any long term negative effect on her racquetball game.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Maggie's Birthday Celebration
And so another Fowler Family Festivus draws to a close as Maggie's birthday winds down. Around here we start our holiday season at Halloween and don't stop eating sweets and opening gifts until mid-February after clearing Christmas, Kate's birthday, my birthday, Valentine's Day, and a couple of cakes for Mags. This year we already had about a third of the homemade carrot cake that I made for Mike for Valentine's Day (it's his favorite) still in the fridge when I started making Maggie's ultra-pink strawberry birthday cake. Cake-o-rama!
Nothing says love like carrot cake.
The first wave of celebration came when a box arrived in the mail from Nana and Papa. I went ahead and let Maggie open it even though it wasn't quite her birthday yet because, well, a present came in the mail!!
Happy, happy!! Joy, joy!!
She even let Kate open one of her presents for her in return for all the presents she opened for Kate last month.
Next, her brand new big girl bed was delivered from the furniture store on the day before her birthday. She got all new sheets and duvet cover from Grandma the Great (picked out by me though... if you don't like them, don't blame Grandma! For the record, Maggie loves her purple sheets, of course.) She and Kate played there all afternoon!
Two little monkeys cuddling in the bed...
That night, Mike took down the crib. Goodbye old friend!
And we moved the toddler bed into Kate's room! Here she is practicing sleeping in it.
And relaxing with a book. She actually really loves the "critter bed" (it's IKEA name is Kritter... it has a cat and a dog on the headboard), but she only loves it until it's time to go to sleep. Then one of us has to basically sit outside her door and keep putting her back in it until she gives up and falls asleep. This too shall pass.
On Maggie's birthday, we got up and let her open her presents from us first thing.
Kate helped again. Oh, and it's not Christmas. They just love wearing their matching Christmas pjs all year round.
Mike had taken the morning off, so we headed downtown to the Children's Museum, which Maggie chose as her favorite place to go on her birthday. We had tons of fun!
We had some lunch in the museum restaurant before Mike had to go into work for a few hours and Kate collapsed in the car for her afternoon nap. All the way from the museum to the parking garage and into the car seat, Kate kept repeating, "I no like, I no like!" Neither of the girls wanted to leave at all, but they both ended up asleep, so I think they were done.
Chocolate Milk!
Later, we had hot dogs and tater tots for dinner - another choice made by Mags - and then the neighbor kids came over for strawberry cake.
With pink, red, and white heart shaped sprinkles! That's pinkalicious.
AND THEN, the next day we headed up to Gram and Grandpa's for chocolate ice cream cake and more presents!
Mike and I both feel a little woozy about how grown up she looks in some of these pictures. We're already starting to worry that she's going to be much too pretty and we're hoping that she'll at least be mega-nerdy so Mike won't have to sit up nights on the front porch with a shot gun! Paternal and maternal (mostly the maternal) genetics guarantee that she'll be at least semi-nerdy. Fingers crossed!
This little Playmobil garden set from Gram and Grandpa was a huge hit. Both girls spent all weekend playing with it. Who doesn't love making a huge mess with water and modeling clay and tiny little plastic flowers?!
And so, a marvelous time was had by all. We ate cake, our little bitty baby turned four years old, we ate more cake, we played musical beds, we ate cake, we hit the museum and had lunch out with Dad, we ate cake, we made several big messes, and we ate cake. Birthday success! And may all your Festivuses be white... because it snowed again here today! Argh!
Nothing says love like carrot cake.
The first wave of celebration came when a box arrived in the mail from Nana and Papa. I went ahead and let Maggie open it even though it wasn't quite her birthday yet because, well, a present came in the mail!!
Happy, happy!! Joy, joy!!
She even let Kate open one of her presents for her in return for all the presents she opened for Kate last month.
Next, her brand new big girl bed was delivered from the furniture store on the day before her birthday. She got all new sheets and duvet cover from Grandma the Great (picked out by me though... if you don't like them, don't blame Grandma! For the record, Maggie loves her purple sheets, of course.) She and Kate played there all afternoon!
Two little monkeys cuddling in the bed...
That night, Mike took down the crib. Goodbye old friend!
And we moved the toddler bed into Kate's room! Here she is practicing sleeping in it.
And relaxing with a book. She actually really loves the "critter bed" (it's IKEA name is Kritter... it has a cat and a dog on the headboard), but she only loves it until it's time to go to sleep. Then one of us has to basically sit outside her door and keep putting her back in it until she gives up and falls asleep. This too shall pass.
On Maggie's birthday, we got up and let her open her presents from us first thing.
Kate helped again. Oh, and it's not Christmas. They just love wearing their matching Christmas pjs all year round.
Mike had taken the morning off, so we headed downtown to the Children's Museum, which Maggie chose as her favorite place to go on her birthday. We had tons of fun!
We had some lunch in the museum restaurant before Mike had to go into work for a few hours and Kate collapsed in the car for her afternoon nap. All the way from the museum to the parking garage and into the car seat, Kate kept repeating, "I no like, I no like!" Neither of the girls wanted to leave at all, but they both ended up asleep, so I think they were done.
Chocolate Milk!
Later, we had hot dogs and tater tots for dinner - another choice made by Mags - and then the neighbor kids came over for strawberry cake.
With pink, red, and white heart shaped sprinkles! That's pinkalicious.
AND THEN, the next day we headed up to Gram and Grandpa's for chocolate ice cream cake and more presents!
Mike and I both feel a little woozy about how grown up she looks in some of these pictures. We're already starting to worry that she's going to be much too pretty and we're hoping that she'll at least be mega-nerdy so Mike won't have to sit up nights on the front porch with a shot gun! Paternal and maternal (mostly the maternal) genetics guarantee that she'll be at least semi-nerdy. Fingers crossed!
This little Playmobil garden set from Gram and Grandpa was a huge hit. Both girls spent all weekend playing with it. Who doesn't love making a huge mess with water and modeling clay and tiny little plastic flowers?!
And so, a marvelous time was had by all. We ate cake, our little bitty baby turned four years old, we ate more cake, we played musical beds, we ate cake, we hit the museum and had lunch out with Dad, we ate cake, we made several big messes, and we ate cake. Birthday success! And may all your Festivuses be white... because it snowed again here today! Argh!
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