keep passing the open windows

Yesterday B. was watching Taylor make a stick figure cartoon on the computer; the program is a cross between an old fashioned “flip book” and the paint program on windows. The stick guys fight, carrying huge weapons (scimitars, scythes, etc) and both boys find it immensely amusing. It’s sort of like […]

Me: “Hey Reagan, why aren’t your dishes done?”
Reagan: (rolls eyes) “MOOOOOM, I was busy today. I was at the POOOOL.”

I spent last week at day camp, teacher assisting a rocket’s class. It was hot, fun, hot, frustrating, fun and hot. My class consisted of thirteen 9-13 year old boys. A lively, interesting bunch.
A few interesting conversations I had:
Me: “Let’s glue these styrofoam cups together for the body of the rockets.”
J: “I […]

Making a wrong turn, “Shit!”
Taylor’s delightful response: “Shit, mom you shouldn’t say ’shit’ or, shit, we might say ’shit’ too, and that would be really shitty.”

Me: What’s this ‘Degrassi’ show about?
B: Oh, there’s this guy and he likes this girl but then he likes this other girl, it’s like one of those love triangles.
Me: Oh, so it’s a story about love?
B: No, it’s a story about makin’ love.

My yesterday:
1. After picking up a friend in the country, Taylor and said Friend made a kite out of tissue paper and dental floss. And flew it out the back window of my car.
2. Upon arriving home they T.P.’d our garage. I caught them, ordered them to clean it up.
3. Went out […]

No, not me, the movie.
It was good. But I’ll leave you with one thought:
Who gets a bikini wax when they are nine months pregnant?

Taylor: Where’s the remote?
Chris: I don’t know… in a remote location?