To pore over 1,010 pictures (plus those I did not upload to flickr). Seriously. It takes a long time. And then to write a blog about an entire week in a foreign country. And to be honest, I was hoping that Pop, Peter, or David would beat me to it. They haven’t. I’ve started a blog about it, but haven’t thrown pictures into the mix yet. Soon, my pretties. Soon. It’s coming.
So here’s one more thing to tide you over until then….
I have noticed many differences between raising girls and raising boys (or, more accurately, “boy”, singular). Raising girls so far has been sweet and quiet. Not too much noise, except for the occasional scream-fest or scary movie (”Scary” is a very loose term around here….”Clifford’s Really Big Movie” is scary for them). And the girls do not find humor in the vulgar. Case-in-point….this conversation this morning:
Luke is hungry for a morning snack.
Luke: I would like to have a nah-nuh.
Mommy: I believe that is pronounced “BUH-nah-nuh”.
Luke: I would like to have a BUTT-nah-nuh. (giggles wildly)
Ah, body part jokes. And the word “underwear”. ::sighs:: It all begins way too early.
We are currently poring through our plethora of pictures of our Christmas trip, which I’m sure Pop, the brothers and I will be posting about shortly. But while you’re patiently waiting for those (and they are WORTH waiting for, believe me!), how about a short little puppet show to liven the mood?
I took Luke to the library yesterday for the sole purpose of picking up something I had put on hold a week or more ago (which always makes me giddy, because I usually can’t remember what it was I put on hold, silly me. It’s always a nice surprise to find out.). As usual, while we were there, he talked me into checking out a ga-zillion books for his sisters and himself (that doesn’t look or sound correct, but it’s all I have for the time being). AND THEN!! As the library was quite deserted, he proceeded to put on a puppet show all by himself just for me. Here is what transpired….
Luke chose two puppets; one, a parrot–reported to be friendly, and the other, a monkey–also of the friendly variety. Carefully balancing the said puppets (it’s difficult when you have very small, 3 year-old hands) and placing himself behind the “puppet theater”, he began the story thusly:
Luke with parrot voice: Hi! What’s your name?
Luke with monkey voice, which sounds strangely like the parrot voice: I’m banana-head. What’s your name?
Luke: I’m talking to you, Mommy. What’s your name?
Mommy (deer-in-headlights look on face): Uh…sorry. Mommy is my name.
Parrot voice: I’m parrot head.
Monkey voice: One upon a time…
(ASIDE: I love it when he starts stories like this. It’s not “Once upon a time”, it’s “One upon a time”. He is somewhat like his father who says “Clif’s Bars” instead of the regular “Clif Bars”. Similarly, my old boss from the file room many moons ago used to say “I’m going to Walmart’s” instead of “I’m going to Walmart.” Or the gal I used to work with in the file room who referred to the big orange handy-man place as “Home Depot“–PRONOUNCING BOTH of the last two letters of the store in their entirety. All of these things add up over the years to drive me nuts, but now I am dealing with it. Especially when my baby says, “One upon a time”. Funny how that is. Anyway, back to the story…)
Monkey voices continues: One upon a time, there was a bear who…
Mommy: Uh, I think that’s the monkey, sweetie.
Monkey voice: Oh! Yes. One upon a time, there was a bear…I mean a monkey…are you sure it’s not a bear? It looks like a bear to me.
Mommy: No, see the nose? It’s definitely a monkey.
Luke: Well, one upon a time there was a monkey and a parrot and they liked each other. They were friends. And then they started doing this…
Bear Monkey and Parrot begin to smack each other in the face. Repeatedly.)
Mommy: Uh…what’s going on? I thought they were friends…??
(Monkey and Parrot remove themselves from small, 3 year-old hands and throw each other across the room)
Luke: Nope. Not friends anymore.
Luke then picks up a lion puppet and (what looks to be) a fairy (looking type) puppet. The entire scenario repeats. Chaos ensues.
In the space of about 5 minutes, 8 dead puppets lay all about the puppet theater. All despising each other, having smacked each other in the head repeatedly. Apparently, there is no love in puppetry.
That was when I decided it was time to check out our books, find out what I had put on hold and go home.
SO!! Next time, pictures and trip details! In their full, happy, pleasant state! And no one had to visit the ER this time, which is what Dishmans do when they get together. Ahem.
Yes, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
I’ve been a world traveler of sorts over the last few weeks and I have pictures to prove it. All in time, my pretties, all in good time. Currently, I’m doing battle with the always Formidable Laundry Pile and Mt. Sink of Dishes. Whee. Next up, I have Quicken and Budget Dude (end o’the year, doncha know) to deal with and then I’ll (hopefully) be free to return to The Land of Blogging.
So, until then, Happy New Year and all that jazz!!