Tuesday, July 18, 2006

The heat is on

...or, more accurately, the A/C is off. It is HOT. I think most of this continent is baking right now. Things are getting hot in the Middle East. People are hot over gas prices. And it's hot on the comment section of my previous entry.

So let's lighten up a bit. Here are some crazy things my kids have been up to...

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E5, while watching Fantasia 2000, turns to me and says, "Do whales have belly buttons?"

Ummmm.... Yes?

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Amelia has developed the endearing habit of waking up every night at 2:00am and staying up until dawn. I'm pretty sure she went two weeks straight without more than 8 hours of sleep per 24, and keeps one or both of us awake for most of it. She is apparently unaware of what the Geneva Convention has to say about sleep depravation. Or maybe she just considers us "enemy combatants."

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E5 spent yesterday asking a repair man unintelligible questions about what he was doing. The repair man eventually replied, "I think you'll find that some things in life are just very complicated."

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Amelia managed to climb up into a tall laundry basket next to the washer. From there, she apparently opened the lid, and splashed for a while. Then, she climbed into the washer and splashed for a while. Lori found her just as the aggitator cycle kicked in. She was turning back and forth, soaking wet, and whimpering. One more creative way to try to hurt herself.

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E5 found a firefly on the window, but couldn't remember the name. "Look, Dad! It's a... light up beetle!"

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Amelia has discovered light switches. She is now sending Morse code signals to the neighbors. Or maybe to the black helicopters.

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E5 remembers who gave him every gift he's ever received. "Can I have the Grammy blanket? No, not the Grandma Ruth blanket!" (Yes, he wants blankets on, despite the heat. He wants to wear his "footie jammies" to bed too. You know the kind that are designed for cold winter nights? And he wants to snuggle up against you. We need to get some meat on that kid's bones.)

Also, his hair has turned curly.

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Amelia's developing her own communication system. Grabbing your hand and pulling down, toward the floor means "Get up! I want to lead you to something that I want." At least I think that's what it means. The Morse code signals might fill in the details, but I don't know Morse code. She's also discovered yelling (as opposed to crying), which is fun

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E5 is fascinated with where things come from. "Plums come from trees and apples come from trees. Pears are like apples. Carrots grow in the ground, like 'tatoes."

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Keep cool...

5 Comments:

At 7/19/2006 7:09 AM, Blogger Morgan said...

Lets see pics of boy with the curly hair. Sounds like fun!

 
At 7/19/2006 7:50 AM, Blogger e4 said...

Click on the one above and you can see it a little bit...

 
At 7/19/2006 9:04 AM, Blogger barefoot gardener said...

I love your sense of humor with the kids! You should be proud to be such a good dad.

 
At 7/19/2006 9:21 AM, Blogger madcapmum said...

I like your repair man.

Sorry to hear about the sleep. You seem to be doing remarkably well in spite of it.

 
At 7/19/2006 12:22 PM, Blogger Suzer said...

Good luck with Amelia and lack of sleep. When Maya went through that, I pulled out the sofa bed and let her play with toys and watch movies while I tried to garner some more sleep. Hopefully the bath in the washer will be enough to discourage her from trying that again! Is she colorfast?

Your repair man is very wise and obviously knows kids. I think Morgan was the one who brought up the curly hair link to incorrigibility. You could write a book with all these great anecdotes! (Not that you need anything else to do right now!)

 

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