Will this fake out work my whole life?

Tiny Person (age 2.5 and a smidge) went through a brief phase - maybe two or three weeks worth - where if she didn't like what you were saying, she'd say, "Whaaaaaad?"

And it wasn't an Are You Nuts? kind of What. It was more an I'm Pretending I Can't Hear You kind of What.

So in the midst of that phase, one day, I suddenly noticed a huge lake of water on the kitchen floor.

And I said, Hey, who made this mess? Who was playing with water over here? (And I might have thrown in - You know you're not allowed to play with water in the kitchen! And this is why! - I don't remember. But since I can hardly write the first few phrases without the next part leaping to mind, I suspect I did.)

Of course I got the inevitable responses:

Little Big Girl: Not me! I didn't make that mess!
Tiny Person: Nod me! I didn made dat mess!

And I started to clean it up. And as I sopped it up . . . and followed it . . . and it led right to their little play kitchen in the corner, which had water dripping off every surface . . . I remembered seeing Tiny Person playing over there, very carefully moving one little tiny baking dish after another from the fake fridge to the fake oven...

And I said: Hey, Tiny Person! Weren't you playing with your kitchen a minute ago?

Tiny Person: Yes!

Me: So, you're the one who made this big water mess?

Tiny Person (standing just a few feet away): (pause) WHAAAAAAAD?


(Yeah. She's 2.5. I do think I'm in for it.)

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Dos Equis - Careers

This is why I love commercials.


If you weren't quite sure of my sense of humor - yeah. This would be it.

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This place is just nuts

I have this amazing post coming. Really, I do. It's all about life, and this song I heard, and how it's followed me through time, and what's happening now. But I have to find snippets and quotes and commercials and clean up the writing and oh gosh. And you know what will happen then? It'll be a bust. You know how that happens? You sweat and dream and work on something and - eh. Then you barf something up and people are all like, Oh, Yeah!

So. That will be Some Day.

In the meantime, you can't believe all the craziness around here. CRAZIN.E.S.S. I'll tell you all about sometime soon too. Like next week. When I can breath. Maybe.

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Because my kids are just so CUTE

Little Big Girl (age 5) as she switched with her Dad as they took turns playing an under-five set video game:

I kicked the butt, Dad!


Tiny Person (age 2.5) every time she wants to high-five:

Have a high five!


They crack me up.

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My Week. Repeat.

Monday. I can do everything on Monday! It will all get done.

Tuesday. I think I can get it done. If only I can finish up what I started yesterday.

Wednesday. Oh God. I may not be able to get it done.

Thursday. There is this. And that. And the other. And oh yeah. And what about. And has anyone eaten lately?

Friday. Uncle. Completely and totally. Uncle.

Weekend: refreshing. Errands. Hang with the kids and Spousal. House gets messier.

Monday. I can do everything! It will all get done.

Repeat.

(Note: in the repeated version of this - YES, the house does get messier with each passing week! We are half way through the year, no company is planned for ... this year....there is no earthly reason why it won't just continue to deteriorate. So don't visit. It's bad.)

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Again with the vay-cays

Ha! I went away AGAIN. Ha! I guess you can't even tell from that whole "internet" perspective thing, can you?

So we drove up to Colorado for a little family reunion in a tiny town called Buena Vista. (It's near South Park, which that whole show dealio is named for. Yes! My relatives are from there! And now there's a show! Totally unrelated to this post!)

We rent little cabins and all stay near each other and the cousins have a BLAST playing with each other, running through the grass and making up games and exploring the area.

When I was growing up and we went there, renting THE SAME cabins, we used to climb the trees. We have one shot - or is it a picture in my mind - where we are each up a different tree in the row that lined the lane. (Not a bad metaphor for later in life, eh?)

It's funny, I can't even picture now whether those trees were even there this time. I know about ten years back I remembered noticing that the trees had gotten too big to climb - the lowest branches were too dang high to even start.

The good news is it's not as far of a drive from here as everything usually is (does that even make sense?) so it was semi-reasonable half-day of driving. (Instead of the usual 11-hour heinousness.)

The funny part - to me - on the drive back home, there was an old truck and damn if that couldn't keep up - and sometimes pass - my foreign wagon turbo gig. He literally had to have that thing floored.


the image in my rear view mirror . . . . that I couldn't shake . . . and that passed me not once but twice

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