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"MAMA! Buh-fye eat bhu-fye food!" Mama!"
"Wow, I see. Thats pretty cool, huh?"
"Buh-fye food, Mama. Buh-fye eat food den go home, Mama?"
"Maybe he will go home when he is done eating Buddy. I don't know"
"Dak's buh-fye doe home? See buh-fye Mama? Tell Mama scare, den Dak save buh-fye? Dak feed buh-fye, den buh-fye no scare no more, awwright Mama?"
|Seriously, click on this picture to check out both the butterfly's tongue and his poor little broken wing :( |
I have way to much emotion invested in this bug.
Candy Corn Short Bread CookiesFirst, I used Ina Garten's recipe found here. Except I substituted a cup of cornstarch for a cup of flour. To make them more flaky/crumbly. At least that's what I told myself when I ran out of flour. Whatever.
Your favorite shortbread cookie recipie
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"Are those your children!? They are beautiful"She went on about how it must be so nice to have children so young and still keep my shape and stay in style - - much to my obvious disbelief at her assumptions. The only "shape" I have starts with "out of". . . and my "style" is clean-ish clothes.
"Thanks" I replied, feeling proud of myself for dressing them in fairly decent outfits that morning.
"And you" she went on "do not look like the mother of two - you look too good!"
"Hey, I like your hair!" Its way cute!" complete with twirly hand motions around her own head in case I couldn't hear her.WHAT? This never happens. Who yells at a stranger to say "Hey, your hair is cute!"? Besides, I thought, if I could only tell her that the reason it was tied up with a scarf was because the last time I washed it was three days ago and I had forgot to use conditioner.
"MAMA!"I have no idea what he is talking about, and he obviously thinks if he says it louder I'll understand.
" . . . wait, what?"
"Say it one more time, buddy, I don't know what you're saying"
"A pair of shoes?"
"OK" I say, and switch tactics, "What color is it?"He looks around for a minute, and his eyes settle on the horzion out the window...
"Bue?"This makes him think too, and I finally hope we're getting somewhere.
"Blue? Aa-pah-juz is blue?"
"Well, where is it? Where do we keep aa-pah-juz?"
"Dak's room"The conversation goes on for days, and every night his Dad and I quiz him about whatever aa-pah-juz is. A dinosaur from Dinosaur Train? The name of a weird animal of Wild Kratts? Something you saw outside? No, no, no. Twenty questions with a toddler makes for some fun dinner conversation.
"We keep the aa-pah-juz in your room?"
"NO Mama! Aa-pah-juz!"
"Aah-pah-juz!"It took us a week to figure out he was saying "apologize". He wanted us to apologize every time we raised our voice to ask him to do something. We don't yell at him, but occasionally we break out the "stern warning tone", like so:
"Hey Bud, get your shoes on"He is still dawdling around so I switch to the "Mom Voice".
"In two mints, Mama" (his current favorite stall tactic)
"Jack, not two minutes. You need to do it right now, we're about to go out the door"
"Help Dak, Mama" (he is fully capable of putting his shoes on himself and he knows it. Another stall tactic)
"You can do it buddy, go ahead"
"Wats tiny bit besbol firs, Mama?" (the most adorable of his stall tactics, and one that usually works on Daddy at bedtime)
"No. We are not watching baseball right now. Put your shoes on"
"Jack, I asked you to put your shoes on, right now"