Day 3780

 It’s possible that fits of giggles with the three year old are not the best idea to get her settled for bed.

Day 3779

 You can cook your noodles for ten minutes at six degrees, but I think I will politely decline if you offer me some. 

And maybe later we can talk about food safety.

Day 3778

 Introducing … Ralph!

He can’t swab the puke deck, but he sure is a bucket.

Day 3777 (belated)

The stars misaligned.

As they seem more likely to do with so many goblins in the house.

Day 3776

 Tell me you didn’t nap without telling me you didn’t nap.

<comes home and starts eating my hoodie while giggling manically>

“Daddy, our skeletons are white, right? Like the MOOOOOOOON!”

Day 3775

 But how do I convert my points to books and legos?!

Day 3774

 At least I’m not bored while demonstrating invisible proficiency.

Day 3773

 We don’t eat folly, we eat farfalle.

Day 3772

 Apparently you can’t just do emergency meteorology training. They want you to know science first. And you have to travel.

Day 3771

 “I’m imagining you’re in Nova Scotia”, the three year old says. 

First question, how do you know about Nova Scotia?

Second question, are you imagining I’m far away or are we all there?

Third question, how how do we make this happen?

Day 3770

 The three year old should not be allowed to give up on naps when the five year old still needs them.

Day 3769

 The right time for receiving necessary inputs is not 4:49pm on Friday.

Day 3768

 Have you tried confiscating everything?

Day 3767

Bickers upon bickers

Do eyes actually grow?

Phenice let me down.

Day 3766

 Bertram’s long watch begins.

Day 3765

I think I could get used to hearing dinosaur facts first thing in the morning that the five year old read to himself.

Day 3764

 Have you considered commemorative bookmarks?

Day 3763

 The Lizard void has been refilled; now the house has a lack of sleep and a sack of feelings.

Day 3762

 There’s a Lizard-shaped whole in the house.

Day 3761

 Yes, you can tell me a little story.

Day 3760

 Dear one, 

If you want me to write your name with first and last letters in upperplace letters, I will do that for you my delightful little weirdo.

Love,

Your lower place mother

Day 3759

Is there an incantation for invoking just the right job or what?

Day 3758

 I have to find things too often in this house for it to have been a good idea to listen to H.Y.C.Y. BH.

Day 3757

 If Lego ends up being a gateway drug to flower gardens I don’t know what I’ll do.

Day 3756

Don’t touch the baby.

Don’t touch the baby.

Don’t touch the baby.

Day 3755

 All the cool kids watch c-span on Friday night.

Day 3754

 It’s so fun being painfully competent and watching the measure of proficiency drop precipitously.

Day 3753

 The teddies are now babies, acquired from the baby store. They are called Ellavelle and Celebelle. And Banana has given herself the parent name Feylay.

And now I suppose I have to very belatedly figure out my own parent name.

Day 3752

Today we give thanks for Lego, for getting us through another work day.

Day 3751

 New year, new prescriptions for antibiotics.

Day 3750

 Banana: Go big or go…. Bigger!