Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Today Canaan was watching "Santa Buddies" a special about puppies that save Christmas. It was too long for him to really follow, but he enjoyed watching the dogs in Christmas hats (so did I, let's be honest!). At one point, there was a shot of a dog walking across the frozen Arctic Tundra with Santa, and Canaan said "Their snowmobile must have broke down, Mommy!". Clearly, his father's influence is rubbing off.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The downside to taking my children to other people's houses is that most people without small children don't find it necessary to hide all of their edibles. Either that, or they think I'm exaggerating when I talk about the amount that my boys eat. I wish I were; it would save me a fortune in groceries. However, one child is a toddler whose definition of "food" is very loose, and the other is a 3-year-old Hoover. My children take horrible advantage of food left unattended whenever we go visiting. Today they descended upon the fruit basket at my neighbor's and would have happily swallowed clementines whole had I not stopped them-instead, our talk was punctuated by small voices saying "you OPEN DIS!!" (this is how they ask you to peel a fruit). I was met with great fury when I finally stopped the massacre for fear a child would explode. Not fifteen minutes later, Canaan demanded to go downstairs-"I watch Story Train and you START IN THE KITCHEN, MOMMY! I need dinner!" One would think I never fed them.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Canaan is very articulate but that certainly doesn't mean I have a clue what he's actually talking about. Case in point: Today, I asked him what television show he wanted to watch while I made dinner. His answer? "I want to watch the toilet papers!!" The mysterious toilet papers eluded me, but he settled for Thomas the Tank Engine (aka "Thomas Tanker Nengine). He has also been going into hysterics over something called a "rips"-he'll come up to me and say "That's a RIPS!" and run away laughing uncontrollably. It's been happening for weeks and I've yet to gain any insight into the origin of "rips".
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Canaan has an issue with the word "Christmas". It's not that he dislikes it, but he can't say it. He calls it "Cursemas". As the primary holiday shopper in the house, I can't disagree! Yesterday, he was describing Cursemas to Ezra; apparently, Cursemas is "a tree and shiny lights, and there is Thomas Tanker Nengine, and a Spongebob! And sometimes, there is a firetruck, and a helicopter, and a trailer for cows". So, in case anyone's looking for a new twist on the Christmas story, there you have it.