Brother Sun Sister Moon

Sorry, no St. Francis here today.  Perhaps another day.  (If you understood that–you deserve a prize!)

Yesterday driving home from school in the afternoon, Hannah Rose noticed the moon was already out.

Why was it out?  According to Hannah Rose, “it wanted to visit the sun.”


Girls Aren’t Yucky

Hannah Rose started kindergarten last week.  So far, she likes it a lot.  However, she has run into something she does NOT like too much.  The boys don’t want to play with the girls.

This really bothers her, and I can understand why.  We were talking about this whole issue and how the boys think the girls are yucky.

I say to her, “Girls aren’t yucky are they?”  She readily agrees, “No!  They’re not yucky.  They’re clean!”


Nothin’ Like a Good Old Existential Meltdown

I recently found a new site–Not Always Right.  It’s got some hilarious stories there, and I have to highlight one:

Nothin’ Like A Good Old Existential Meltdown

(Confronted by a customer with an extremely high pitched voice and impenetrable Highland accent. This is one of those tiny old Scottish women with a headscarf nailed on and muscles like steel wires. They are a common sight in the East of Scotland, and are almost immortal. Only the slow action of the wind off the north sea will gradually erode them.)

Me: “That will be £***, please.”

Old Lady: “Areyenamerican?”

Me: “I beg your pardon?”

Old Lady: “Ah sid, are ye Namerican?”

Me: “I’m sorry, I missed that.”

Old Lady: “Are… ye… an… American?”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. I misheard you. No, I’m English.”

Old Lady: “Oh… why?”

(I have spent much of the last three years trying to come up with a satisfactory answer. As yet I have made no progress.)


Hannah Rose was on the phone with her pappy and was talking about the upcoming wedding.  She’s excited we’re going to see our seamstress, Debbie Freeman, tomorrow.  She told Pappy that she was going to be the Flower Girl, and then went on to talk about her cousin’s role in the wedding.

“He’s the ring barrel.”

Actually, that would be ring bearer.

And if you’re curious about the title of this post–check out some of the latest words added to the dictionary.

Quote of the Day

“Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.”

~Francis Bacon, 1561-1626 (English Philosopher )

“My Daddy makes that noise!”

Hannah Rose called me today, and since my phone was across the house and still on vibrate (oops!) I missed the call.  She left me a voicemail.  “Hi Brenda.  The tortilla maker made a noise that my daddy makes.  Bye-bye.  I love you.”

Seems she’s rather impressed with this–she’s been talking about it a lot since Friday.  While on her vacation with her mom, she went to her uncle’s house.  His girlfriend and Hannah Rose made tortillas Friday.  (Strangely enough–I, too, was making tortillas Friday.  At about the same time.  Talk about strange coincidences!)  Anyway, seems she has one of those tortilla presses that also cooks the tortillas (I use a traditional comal)–and the press emitted a noise.  Hannah Rose announced that her daddy makes that noise!  Her uncle started to explain to her how we all make that noise sometimes (thinking she was referring to flatulence).  Only, that’s not what Hannah Rose was referring to.  ~laughing~  I guess her mom explained a bit….  Chris likes making funny faces and funny noises–often combining the two.  Hannah Rose of course loves it!  (She definitely has his sense of humour!)  She was referring to one of his particular face/noise combos.

They didn’t get in until late this evening so we’ll be picking up Hannah Rose tomorrow.  I’ve no doubt she’ll want daddy to make the tortilla noise.

Baby Got Stats!

I am the world’s biggest geek and I absolutely love this!!!!  It’s from the Johns Hopkins Dept. of Biostatistics!  You have to listen to this song!  Baby Got Stats  If you’re interested you can check out their poetry.

Math and poetry–such a beautiful combination.  I know–you don’t need to remind me.  I’m twisted–like a mobius strip!!!

Harry Potter Bible

Last week I finally found my display case down in the basement.  Once I found my display case I put my autographed Harry Potter book out.  (That was my first birthday present from Chris!) 

When Hannah Rose arrived Wednesday night, she was scoping the place with her eagle eyes looking for any changes in anything.  She noticed my book and asked, “Is that a Harry Potter Bible?”

Uh……no.  It’s a Harry Potter book signed by the author.  “Oh.” 

I should have asked what a Harry Potter Bible is….but I didn’t.  Where that came from–your guess is as good as mine!

Stickers for Love

Hannah Rose was passing out stickers last night.  Chris thought he’d be funny and asked if he got his sticker for going potty by himself (Hannah Rose recently had a chart where she got stickers for going potty by herself).  She said no!  Thought he was silly and told us we got stickers for falling in love with each other.

More Kid-isms!

Hannah Rose decided to start counting.  She was counting how old Xaxu is today (11) and then decided to keep counting how old he would be.  After 39, she said 30-10, 30-11, 30-12….I told her 30-10 was 40.  So she counted through the forties.  When she got to 49, it then became 40-10.  Told her 40-10 was 50.  Counted through the fifties, and yes…you guessed it 59, 50-10!  Told her 50-10 was 60.  Have to love the logic!!!

Then later she tells me that boys have a noggin and girls have a be.  I ask her what a noggin is, and she says, “I don’t know.”  I ask her what a be is and she says it’s in her head.  I ask if I have a be…and she says yes, it’s in your head.  She tells me she learned this at her Waldorf school.  By this point, I’m like—huh????

She then elaborates on her own…a little boy at Waldorf bumped her with his head, and the teacher said, “You hit her with your noggin.  Leave her be.” 

I tried explaining that noggin is another word for head, and that everyone has a noggin.  No.  Only boys have noggins.  I tried explaining that leaving someone be means to not bother them…like we were leaving Xaxu be at the moment.  She seemed to accept that, but at the same time is still adamant that boys have noggins and girls have bes. 

More?  Ok!  So she’s colouring  and putting stickers in her Tinkerbell journal–she calls it her journey.  And she’s named it Albert–like the good monster in the book we read last night.  So it’s her journal of her journey named Albert filled with little girl drawings.