Bean-isms

Bean went to Target the other day with Shaun and they picked up a bright pink whisk from the dollar bin for her play kitchen.  She's been carrying it around saying, "This is my whisker!  I have another whisker that's small, but this is my BIG whisker!" 

May she always have kitchen whiskers and keep those that grow on the face far, far away.
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I was lecturing the girls on why we don't play with outlets or plugs and mentioned that it would hurt VERY much to touch it.  And you might have to go to the hospital.  Etc., etc. 

Bean considered that for a minute, looked up, and then said, "Mama?  If C has to go to the hospital?  She would be very lonely.  And we would be sad."

A brief pause before she continued,

"But baby brother would be very glad that C wouldn't be here to poke him all the time."

Apparently, the things I say stick...  but come up in the wierdest ways.

Saturday Snickerings

This morning, we were planting some seeds in starter cups for our summer garden project and when we were finished, Bean pulled over a potted mum plant that they bought me with the seeds and said,

"Mama!  I think your flowers are thirsty!"

I looked up and answered without thinking,

"Probably not today, Sweetie, I think the flowers are plenty drunk."

Now that's a plant that might be fun at a party. 

Today's Lunch: Parmesan Fettuccine With Sauteed Veggies

Shaun whipped up this pretty little lunch while Bean and I were out at Target.  I'll request a repeat, for sure.

 

Whole wheat fettuccine with a light dusting of Parmesan cheese.  On top, asparagus, eggplant, red pepper and fresh spinach lightly sauteed in olive oil.  Seasoned with oregano, basil, garlic and a few dashes of cayenne pepper.  It had just enough of a kick to keep my tongue dancing, but not too much, which I appreciated.  Tasty!

The Claw

This morning, I was driving to school with Bean in the back and one of my fantastic former students in the front.  Bean was doing what toddlers do and clamoring to have something that was well out of my reach. Thankfully, Marilyn was able to reach back there and hand her what she needed.

She offhandedly remarked that I needed one of those long sticks with the pincher claws on the end.

Hold on a second there Marilyn, I think you're onto something.

Take a look at this thing:

Currently, these  mainly marketed to those who are either disabled, elderly, or vertically challenged, (like yours truly). 


But think of the possibilities for the parent set! 


Need to reach something in the back of your car to give to the cranky kid?  Fear not!  The Clawminator will solve your reach issues!  Simply cast a glance to the back seat or floor for your precious one's coveted item and let the Clawminator do the reaching.  No more swerving off the road as you attempt to make your arm grow an extra inch!  


Bonus idea!  The Clawminator is a great way to get those toxic diapers in the trash when touching it with your hands just won't do!  The extended distance will keep the offensive odors away from your nose and allow you to throw the diaper away with minimal gagging.  Great for first trimester moms or those with a quick gag reflex!


That doesn't convince you?  Use The Clawminator as an effective behavior modifier!  When your kids are arguing in the back seat, don't threaten to turn the car around!  Simply use The Clawminator to administer that "I MEAN IT" squeeze to your munchkin's leg!  They'll get the idea right quick!


All this can be yours for the low, low price of $19.99!  Call today!



These people have no idea.  They're sitting on a gold mine in untapped target markets. 

Sheesh, they should totally pay me for this.


*Before anyone gets all up in arms about pinching kids or turning around while driving, please note that this entry is firmly in jest.*

Imagination?

Bean's been on a kick BEGGING me to tell her scary stories.  She usually requests a monster or a "bad man."  She seems to get totally excited about being able to be scared to bits and I like that I can gauge when she's had enough and take the story in a more pleasant direction.

Well, apparently, due to a lovely combination of not wanting to go to sleep at night and an overactive imagination fueled by yours truly, she's come up with some ridiculous excuses for not wanting to go to sleep.

1.  "Mom!  I need something!" 
"OK, like what, kiddo?"
"Like another stuffed animal friend!"
(Because the 47 animals in her bed are not enough)

2.  "MOM!  I see a scary hand!  It's here!"
"Where?"
"Here!  Come in here!"
"Where?"
"Oh, it went home."

and my personal favorite:

3.  "Mommy?  My basket said something weird."
"Erm, what um, did your basket say?"

"Hummenah Hummenah!"

Alrighty then.

(For that last one, I told her to tell the basket to hush because she was trying to sleep.  She did, but asked me to relocate it to the hallway.  Done.  Then?  She went right to sleep).

Just noticed C has neck rolls again. I never thought I'd be so happy about yet one more place I have to check for mashed food. My chunky monkey's back. :)

Double Trouble

These two are going to get into rounds of trouble together. 

It's a darn good thing they're cute

Though I really think she might get into trouble all on her own.  As for her Daddy?  If she keeps up with this face, I'm sure she'll always be able to get him in there with her. 

And me?  I'm not going to be able to do a darn thing about it.  Cuteness.  I can't resist it.