When my brother Alex was a little lad, he had a funny fake snore: it was the word "honkshee." I remember him running around yelling "Honkshee, honkshee, honkshee." (It was sleeprunning, I guess.)
Little Zeke has developed his own method. He has always been good at indicating he's ready for bed. When he was super teeny, he would lean towards the crib. Then he graduated to pointing. Now, he finds his favorite blankie and a pacifier, finds me, and then lies down near my feet and fake snores. Fake snores! It's super funny.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
An Alarming Sunday
Yesterday was a very eventful day.
Jeremy had removed Zeke from the building because the other ward had the chapel doors open and Zeke has a charmingly loud little voice. They went out on the lawn. Jeremy turned around for one second. When he turned back around, Zeke was holding a mushroom with a giant bite out of it.
Jeremy did not panic. He called poison control. They told him to get some ipecac syrup and give it to Zeke within 35 minutes. Jeremy went to Walgreens, where they couldn't find the ipecac for several minutes, and then headed home to induce vomiting.
Meanwhile, someone was kind enough to tell me what had happened at the end of Primary. I went to get Victor from Nursery, but he had already excused himself, run across the back of the other ward's Sacrament Meeting, and found the candy jar in the clerk's office. I found him, lost him again, and found him again with help from several kind people.
Then Victor and I went into my appointment with the Bishop. That went as you can imagine, especially when Victor announced that he needed to use the potty. We ran and he did--which was awesome. When we got back, we had to wait to continue our appointment.
Then Victor pulled the fire alarm.
The fire alarm went off and people had to run around looking for the key to turn it off before the fire department came.
What did I do? I just sat there with my hands over my face.
Jeremy had removed Zeke from the building because the other ward had the chapel doors open and Zeke has a charmingly loud little voice. They went out on the lawn. Jeremy turned around for one second. When he turned back around, Zeke was holding a mushroom with a giant bite out of it.
Jeremy did not panic. He called poison control. They told him to get some ipecac syrup and give it to Zeke within 35 minutes. Jeremy went to Walgreens, where they couldn't find the ipecac for several minutes, and then headed home to induce vomiting.
Meanwhile, someone was kind enough to tell me what had happened at the end of Primary. I went to get Victor from Nursery, but he had already excused himself, run across the back of the other ward's Sacrament Meeting, and found the candy jar in the clerk's office. I found him, lost him again, and found him again with help from several kind people.
Then Victor and I went into my appointment with the Bishop. That went as you can imagine, especially when Victor announced that he needed to use the potty. We ran and he did--which was awesome. When we got back, we had to wait to continue our appointment.
Then Victor pulled the fire alarm.
The fire alarm went off and people had to run around looking for the key to turn it off before the fire department came.
What did I do? I just sat there with my hands over my face.
Friday, May 22, 2009
New Dishwasher
We decided to replace the dishwasher after the old one died. I have to say that the new one, although an unexpected budget item, has been wonderful.
First, it gets the dishes really, really clean. Squeaky clean. The old one was more of a hot water rinse for pre-cleaned dishes that usually found some way to leave deposits on the glasses.
Second, it is very, very quiet. Like a mouse. It does not disrupt conversations or television programs or the neighbors.
Third, because each rack has its own spinning, washing arm underneath it, I can load things flat on the bottom rack and not worry about blocking the washing apparatus for the top rack.
Fourth, because I bought it at Sears, they price-matched a lower price I found in the next city over.
First, it gets the dishes really, really clean. Squeaky clean. The old one was more of a hot water rinse for pre-cleaned dishes that usually found some way to leave deposits on the glasses.
Second, it is very, very quiet. Like a mouse. It does not disrupt conversations or television programs or the neighbors.
Third, because each rack has its own spinning, washing arm underneath it, I can load things flat on the bottom rack and not worry about blocking the washing apparatus for the top rack.
Fourth, because I bought it at Sears, they price-matched a lower price I found in the next city over.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Fly Swatter
Victor is very interest in fly swatters.
This afternoon, while I was talking on the phone, I heard Victor telling a fly that he was going to swat it. I found him stalking said fly with a four-foot long board that had come loose from our spare bed.
In the interest of not losing our computer, TV, or drywall to his enthusiastic fly swatting, I showed him the real fly swatter and demonstrated it proper (and hygienic) use.
Of all the lessons I've taught Victor, I hope that "don't use a 1 x 4 to swat flies in the house" sticks with him.
This afternoon, while I was talking on the phone, I heard Victor telling a fly that he was going to swat it. I found him stalking said fly with a four-foot long board that had come loose from our spare bed.
In the interest of not losing our computer, TV, or drywall to his enthusiastic fly swatting, I showed him the real fly swatter and demonstrated it proper (and hygienic) use.
Of all the lessons I've taught Victor, I hope that "don't use a 1 x 4 to swat flies in the house" sticks with him.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Seven Years of SwindleFun
Today is our seventh wedding anniversary.
Our wedding was fantastic, despite a last minute dress substitution and the wrong flowers and the fact that the Grand America printed the price on the menus because someone forgot to mention that it was a wedding luncheon.
Jeremy says, of our seven years, "It's been nice."
I agree.
Our wedding was fantastic, despite a last minute dress substitution and the wrong flowers and the fact that the Grand America printed the price on the menus because someone forgot to mention that it was a wedding luncheon.
Jeremy says, of our seven years, "It's been nice."
I agree.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Disappointed
Today, I was hoping to find a big pile of bills in the mailbox.
But I didn't get a single one!
I feel disappointed.
Maybe tomorrow.
But I didn't get a single one!
I feel disappointed.
Maybe tomorrow.
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