Mama: Stephen, go upstairs and tell Papa that the food is ready.
Stephen (goes upstairs to Papa): Food!
Papa: Thanks Stephen!
Stephen: Mama! (Points towards door) Down!
Papa: Oh, Mama has food downstairs? Thank you Stephen!
Stephen (nodding)
Monday, April 1, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Congratulations Grandma!
Congratulations today to Grandma, who is enjoying her first day as a newly retired person. Yesterday she had 150 people out for her "surprise" retirement party at her office, which filled her work and surrounding parking lots to overflowing - people could not find a place to park. Also someone even came all the way out from Cleveland to celebrate with her. We are excited for Grandma to have some more time to relax and explore hobbies like her loom in the basement that she has wanted to set up for so long.
We wish Grandma and Grandpa a long, long, and happy retirement together and hope that they will come for a visit soon!
We wish Grandma and Grandpa a long, long, and happy retirement together and hope that they will come for a visit soon!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Fast Food
Mama/Papa at McDonalds/In-N-Out to Sarah/Stephen:
"Eat your burger! No more fries until you eat another bite of burger!"
(Repeat for other junk food like pizza.)
Yes, we know, we are terrible parents.
(But better to eat out once in a blue moon than have our cook suffer a nervous breakdown, right?)
"Eat your burger! No more fries until you eat another bite of burger!"
(Repeat for other junk food like pizza.)
Yes, we know, we are terrible parents.
(But better to eat out once in a blue moon than have our cook suffer a nervous breakdown, right?)
School Bus
Sarah loves the idea of going on a school bus, even though she has never been on one. This conversation is from a few days before she started her Head Start "school."
Sarah (from back seat): Papa, when you're big like me, you can go on the school bus. This big! (Holds hands out) Not this big! (Holds hands out). That's good. You want to go there? You have to be big.
Sarah (from back seat): Papa, when you're big like me, you can go on the school bus. This big! (Holds hands out) Not this big! (Holds hands out). That's good. You want to go there? You have to be big.
At McDonalds
Sarah was playing with a nice boy at McDonalds. The boy's father was nice and said hi to Sarah.
Man: How old are you?
Sarah (thinks, makes a questioning face to Papa): Papa, how old am I?
Papa: Three.
Man (to Sarah): He's six.
Sarah: I'm six.
Man: No, HE's six.
Sarah (to Papa, hands up in question stance, face screwed up): I'm six?
Sarah (to man): I'm six. I'm six! I'm ALMOST six.
Man: How old are you?
Sarah (thinks, makes a questioning face to Papa): Papa, how old am I?
Papa: Three.
Man (to Sarah): He's six.
Sarah: I'm six.
Man: No, HE's six.
Sarah (to Papa, hands up in question stance, face screwed up): I'm six?
Sarah (to man): I'm six. I'm six! I'm ALMOST six.
Metallica
Sarah (hears a Metallica song on the radio): Look Papa, DRUMS!
Sarah (pause, listens): LOUD drums!
Sarah (listens some more, laughing): Silly song!
A few days later, she heard a Metallica song on the radio again and started bouncing all around the back seat.
Sarah: Louder! Turn it up!
I turn around and both Sarah and Stephen are having a ball, bouncing around and laughing to the music.
(Papa: My babies are muzzies??)
Sarah (pause, listens): LOUD drums!
Sarah (listens some more, laughing): Silly song!
A few days later, she heard a Metallica song on the radio again and started bouncing all around the back seat.
Sarah: Louder! Turn it up!
I turn around and both Sarah and Stephen are having a ball, bouncing around and laughing to the music.
(Papa: My babies are muzzies??)
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