Archive for the ‘Kids’ Category

Life In Stupidland

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Let’s say that you use a milk pitcher.  Let’s say that that pitcher is empty and you need to refill it.  Let’s say that you look in a refrigerator, and there are two gallon jugs of milk – one is half-full, the other is unopened.  Which milk jug do you use to refill the milk pitcher?

If you are my kids, the answer is obvious – you use the full unopened one, of course!  I was just flabbergasted when I opened the backup refrigerator and found two half-full jugs of milk.  What the hell?!  You’d think that you’d use up all of the opened container before you open another one, but not in my house.  That just makes too much sense.

Number 4 is now in

Saturday, July 25th, 2009

I will post about my point of view in this to even though its aaarrghs site, i will tell my thoughts and beleifs because i think i have some stuff to get off my chest as well as a lot of people including aaarrgh, this site will help me calm down a little just to tell about what i feel and not keep it jammed in my head for a while,  i will most likely write about number 1,2, and 3 a lot to.  There will be the occasional aaarrgh to and even mistress if its a rare deal.  I love comment i dont car what they are its just i like to engage in conversations, arguements, and debates.  I will probably blog a lot if aaarrgh doesnt change the password “again”.  It all depends on how obssesive number 2 gets with this since she knows it.

Reflections From The Wedding II

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Even though there are eight of us, the gender balance is uneven, with five male and three female.  Thus, even though we had two rooms that could sleep four each, the sleeping arrangements reflected the gender unbalance, as the genders could not be mixed.  In one room were 1, 2, and 3, and in the other room were 0 (me), 4, 5, 6, and 7.  In the female room, 1 had her own bed and 2 and 3 shared.  In the male room, 0, 5, and 7 shared one bed and 4 and 6 shared the other.

Now 7 doesn’t sleep well in strange places, so how he would react to not only sleeping in a strange place but also sharing a bed with two others was a mystery.  A few observations.  He kicks a lot.  He snores.  He takes up a lot of room.  Like, most of the bed. 

The first night, I awoke early in the morning.  I looked around at my boys.  I chuckled.  In my bed, I was on the edge.  5 was on the other edge.  7 was sprawled out between us like he owned the place!  The 43 year old had 1/6 of the bed.  The 7 year old had 1/6 of the bed.  The 1 year old had the remaining 2/3! 

Something is wrong with this equation!

Another Day, Another Password…Or Two….Or Three

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

My kids are getting good at solving the passwords.  All four figured out that it was Kermit Roosevelt who worked for the CIA and helped orchestrate the 1953 Iranian coup.  (Or maybe it was the second hint, “The name of a frog?”, that did it?  I will never know….)

They figured out (within a minute) that the Oklahoma band whose mouths are on fire is ‘The Flaming Lips’.

Number 1 figured out almost instantly that Yoshimi battled ‘the pink robots.’  (That’s the only ‘Flaming Lips’ song she knows…..)

They figured out that John Cougar needs a lover who won’t drive him crazy.

Number 1 knows the name of the family who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

(POSTED BY AAARRGH)

The Race Is On!

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

#7 has discovered a new talent — crawling.  He’s a bit behind on the crawling thing, I’ve been anxiously waiting for it, but now that it’s here…..

My heavens, the boy is fast!  I’m going to start calling him “The Flash”!  And he could scoot pretty darned fast…..

Now we really have to be on our toes, making sure doors are locked, toys are picked up.  He has also discovered standing too, and my living room and dining room shears are routinely being victimized by a 1-year-old.  It will be a matter of time before he is walking….

I just hope he isn’t quite as destructive as #6 was at this age, or I won’t have a house left!

(POSTED BY AAARRGH)

My Kid Is A Cow

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

I swear that #7 is part bovine.  He will put food in his mouth, chew it up, then spit it out, and then eat it!  Ahh, 1-year-olds are so much fun!

(POSTED BY AAARRGH)

Tossing Your Cookies

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

#7 has a great new talent — throwing food!  He will look at me with a mischievous grin — and then the toss is on!  It’s incredible how far a 1-year-old can throw a fruit loop!  He threw his milk cup last night at dinner, and he threw it with such force that the inside splash guard became disengaged and it splashed his sister’s hair!  If only food tossing was an Olympic event….

(POSTED BY AAARRGH)

The Text War

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

While #2 did exercise some texting self-restraint towards her friends, she did not with her mother.  Mother and daughter texted each other from the front seat to the back seat of the car and vice versa the entire drive home.  Then each, not wanted to be bested by the other, continued the argument well into the night.  As midnight became one became two, the texts between the two became nastier and nastier.  I wouldn’t have cared except that since the password was on, every time #2 got a text from her mother, she would come and get me to enter the password.  While I was enjoying seeing the catfight, I was not enjoying the fact that it was happening at 2 in the morning, given the fact that I get up around 6.  That means little sleep, and that means I am not happy.  A message from mother to daughter was my chance to intervene.

Of course, when I did, I was accused by The Mistress of poisoning #2′s mind and telling her what to write.  After all, why would I still be up?  It was obviously a father-daughter conspiracy to humiliate her.  The last message I sent from my phone, well after two, mentioned the text block.  The phones went silent, and I was finally able to lay my little head on my pillow and count sheep.

Life Without Text

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

When I put the password block on the third phone at midnight on June 27, #2 looked very gloomy, like she had lost her best friend.  I guess, in a strange way, she had.  You see, she had relied almost exclusively upon text to talk to her friends, and now that I had taken that away, I had, indirectly, taken her friends away.  And it hurt.

On Sunday, I took the text block off for one day so that she could respond to some repeated texts that she was getting, and she would not be around me to have me enter the password.  You know what?  She hardly texted! In fact, the person she texted the most was her mother, with whom she had a running argument by text while they were in the car together.  The password is now back on, and she is actually using the phone as, well, a phone!  It is so refreshing to actually have a real conversation with her.  Texts have their purpose, but it is maddening to try and have a deep conversation by text. And, very very dangerous when you are driving.

I Am The Proud Papa Of A High School Graduate

Sunday, May 24th, 2009

#1 graduated from high school Friday night.  I now have an “adult” child and one who is yet to crawl.  #1 has noticed that when she carries #7, people assume it is her child, and not her sibling, which she finds offensive.  Sadly, though, many of her fellow graduates were either pregnant or already a mommy, so it is understandable why some people would assume that her brother is her son — it has become way way to common, and way to acceptable.

She was telling me that some of the boys in her class thought that those who were already parents (or parents in the making) should not be allowed to participate in the roll call to show that we as a community do not condone teen pregnancy.  I think there is a lot of merit to that idea.  Perhaps if these kids were a little embarrassed, then they wouldn’t be so inclined to engage in such activities.