Banannibalism: bananas, eating bananas.
In a sentence: "Where did all the bananas go? Must be those banannibalistic bananas again!"
(seriously, my kids eat too many bananas)
On a parenting note: Is it wrong that my six year old knows about cannibalism? And that we made a joke about it? And laughed. A lot?
I'm going to make some very strange people. At least I'll finally have some company.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Our new house: 110 Earl Street
STATS
Occupancy date: September-ish
Number of floors: 3
Size of backyard: post-it note;
Distance from school/work/downtown: five minute walk, 2 second sprint, 10 minute messy drunken stagger.
Amount of renovations: I don't want to talk about it; it makes my nose bleed.
Number of tricks I need to turn to pay for renovations: 15,000, give or take (however you like it, baby).
Number of future spontaneous events that will occur: hundreds! millions!
Number of ferries needed to take to get home: ZERO
Number of coffees I've had today: 3
Are we selling our island house? No. Although talk on the street says yes.
Are we OUT OF OUR FREAKING MINDS? Most certainly. Have we met?
Am I pregnant? Hahahahaahaahahaa. ahhhhhh. NO
Will we rent our island place? only to people who can pooh gold bars and play banjos. We also have a preference for people with hermaphraditic pets. Please put the word out!
Do we need furniture? Peshaw: furniture is for babies and communists.
Am I stressed? No, cause all I think about are rainbows and unicorns.
From the street
The backyard: just the way I like it, paved! Lawns are for sissies.
Occupancy date: September-ish
Number of floors: 3
Size of backyard: post-it note;
Distance from school/work/downtown: five minute walk, 2 second sprint, 10 minute messy drunken stagger.
Amount of renovations: I don't want to talk about it; it makes my nose bleed.
Number of tricks I need to turn to pay for renovations: 15,000, give or take (however you like it, baby).
Number of future spontaneous events that will occur: hundreds! millions!
Number of ferries needed to take to get home: ZERO
Number of coffees I've had today: 3
Are we selling our island house? No. Although talk on the street says yes.
Are we OUT OF OUR FREAKING MINDS? Most certainly. Have we met?
Am I pregnant? Hahahahaahaahahaa. ahhhhhh. NO
Will we rent our island place? only to people who can pooh gold bars and play banjos. We also have a preference for people with hermaphraditic pets. Please put the word out!
Do we need furniture? Peshaw: furniture is for babies and communists.
Am I stressed? No, cause all I think about are rainbows and unicorns.
From the street
The backyard: just the way I like it, paved! Lawns are for sissies.Fabulous Lew
Lew in all his sweetness:
Lew in all his naughtiness:
The puddle visibly shrank as Lew's diaper soaked up the water.
When my kids get thirsty I send them to the "drinking hole."
Caught red-handed helping himself to water melon.
Lew in all his naughtiness:
The puddle visibly shrank as Lew's diaper soaked up the water.
When my kids get thirsty I send them to the "drinking hole."
Caught red-handed helping himself to water melon.Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Dreaded transition # 100
When the two year old learns to get our of their crib.
Thus begins the two or three (crap it could eight this time) weeks of 2 hour nightly struggle.
Wish me luck.
And patience.
And a steady supply of post-bedtime alcohol.
Thus begins the two or three (crap it could eight this time) weeks of 2 hour nightly struggle.
Wish me luck.
And patience.
And a steady supply of post-bedtime alcohol.
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