Romero Quotes of the Day

I wish we were a family of turtles, so we would have more time together. -Jonathan

I'm not lazy, I'm energy-efficient, like those energy star appliances. -Anthony

The last one is more like a dialogue between Sofia and myself, as we were discussing Cozette's experience with shots and baby Tylenol.

Mom: I think Cozette hated the tylenol more than the shots.

Sofia: Bleeh! Tylenol is disgusting...but I'm more afraid of shots..and coral snakes..and the dark...and spiders...especially tarantulas...and mosquitos...and malaria...and snapping turtles...and ticks...and manticores (which I'm pretty sure are real)...and chimeras...and sharks...and harpy eagles...

Mom: Are harpy eagles real like manticores or real like coral snakes?

Sofia:...real like coral snakes. A harpy eagle can carry off a whole howler monkey - or a kid! And I'm afraid of cobras...and Romans...and...

Mom: Romans? Grandma and Grandpa went to Rome. You can ask them if you need to be afraid of Romans.

Sofia: Just the ancient kind, Mom!

Sofia: And I'm afraid of boars...and fighting bulls...lions...and tigers...

Mom: You probably should be afraid of those - they want to eat you.

and floods...and tornados...and volcanoes...and tsunamis...and molasses...

Mom: Molasses?

Sofia: Yes! Molasses is dangerous. A molasses factory exploded once and 6 people were drowned - that's why the Mythbusters were afraid to swim in syrup.

Well, now you can tell that Sofia is definitely my daughter, as I have to make a conscious effort not to sit around worrying about half of those things (but not the Manticores or Molasses).

James, Why are you so evil? - Part Deux

As I was doing the dishes this morning (and, yes, we use the term morning very loosly at our house. I think it was 11am), I was suddenly hit in the back of the head by something very wet. Startling and weird. I turned around to find that most of my kitchen had also been hit by something wet..and bright red. James had invaded the pantry and ripped open an unfrozen otterpop. The funny part was that, as I was prying the still-leeking otterpop from his naughty little hands, he was screaming like I was the evil one! No, I did not stop to take a picture. Maybe next time.

Basket-O-Chicks

Isn't this little box sweet! It reminds me of the Hummel my Mom bought at a garage sale. (Hummels - amazing that something that looks so nice alone seems diminished in a collection. I think I'm against homogenous collections in general. Pokemon might be an exception.) The best thing about this box is that it plays a lovely, unfamiliar tune when you open it. Where did I get this find? Rachel and Beth know - Goodwill. Yes, I know I'm sadly, sadly addicted, but isn't it ok if I donate at least as much stuff as I buy there?

Doctors are BIG Liars

*WARNING* This post is highly personal and about girl stuff, so if you can't handle it - turn back now!
Every time I get a pap smear, they tell me, "With this kind of pap, you won't need another one for the next 2-3 years."
Then it's, "Oh, you're pregnant, you need a pap smear." "You just had a baby, you need a pap smear."
Seriously, does childbirth cause cervical cancer or something? Do doctors get their annual bonuses based on the number of pap smears they perform? Irritating.

Clickety-Clack

...that's what the newest toy at our house says, as the kids type along at break-neck speeds. Actually, it's hunt and peck, but this garage sale find has been the center of a new game at our house. Pokemon court. The following is a "court document" that I found laying around the house.

"mr.jo anathan we gat er here this day to talk about the crime of stealing tabasco sauce. the jury call hoot to the stand. hoot, lease describe the theft. w hoo hoo, hoo, hoo th jury calls azelf to the stand.as azel laa a, laa rainbows. laa, laala a butterflies.the jury calls rexy to the stand. rooar, roar, roar. i nn other words..im not guilty hahahaha i win. 6/12/09hi."

Some of those typing errors are not their fault. Type writers are totally unforgiving. If you don't press pretty hard on the keys, you get nothing! Still, I love to listen to the clickety-clack of the court proceedings, with every line punctuated by a - DING!

Anyone know where to buy typewriter tape?

Coming Home

This is the part I don't like about travelling - the actual travelling. It's a day full of unpleasant deadlines. Pack bag by 9am. Check out by 10am. Return car at 11am. Board plane at 1:40pm. Board shuttle at 11:30pm. It's a long day of doing nothing at all. Tony was awesome and skipped out of work to take me to the airport. I sat by a Japanese-American Mormon on the flight home. We discussed, among other things, cultural differences in breakfast food and the Japanese economy.
It was a nice trip, but I can't wait until Tony is back for a while, and I can enjoy my husband in the comfort of my own home!
Rachel had the house clean when I got home, and she did all of the digging for my path (which is totally NOT the fun part). I owe her big time. The kids say Aunt Rachel is the adventure queen. How am I going to live up to their new expectations? Maybe we can do an occasional explor-a-day, but I don't think I have Rachel energy for daily outings.

Hawaii - Day 3

Sitting around my hotel room for the second day...I had to get out. Sight seeing was off the list. I've already done everything touristy in Oahu (except for swimming with dolphins - ever since watching "when dolphins attack", I just can't do it), and, while I'd love to do them again with my family, I wasn't anxious to do them alone.
So, what's way more fun without children?....Shopping! We got in the little Yaris and drove until we found Old Navy. Out of the squillion shirts I tried on, I found 2 that fit. Then, off to Goodwill, where all of my shopping dreams came true. Cute, vintage-looking dresses, new (Old Navy) jeans for me, shirts for Boo. I love thrifting. It's like a treasure hunt. So glad I packed light on the way there, because I had some extra luggage for my return trip.
When Tony finished work, we induldged in our routine of Korean food, ice cream, and a movie. Land of the Lost. Silly and inappropriate, but very funny.