Does anyone know what the heck this is called? It showed up in our weekly produce delivery. It looks like some broccoli-cauliflower hybrid.
Our son has been sick for 4 days now and not able to eat much of anything. Yesterday I was eating some honey wheat pretzel sticks with humus. He wanted some and to my surprise at quite a bit of it. Of all the things to finally eat. He hasn’t eaten anything since, but at least that was something.
We have a lab mix who is very good with our children but she is excitable and poorly trained (yes, that’s our fault; we’re bad pet owners). While my daughter usually loves our dog and does a great job of getting him food and water everyday, my son is not real fond of her. My parents, though, have a springer spaniel who is very docile, gentile, and generally passive. My son will spend hours sitting on the deck just petting her and even lying down next to her. The other day, while playing outside at our house, my daughter says, "I wish I had a dog named Molly (my parent’s dog). I don’t want Killian (our dog). She knocks my brother over."
Our kids don’t watch much TV. In fact, I cannot think of a show they watch outside of Disney movies and even those are rare. So, many of the popular characters our children know only from books. Yesterday, rather excitedly, my daughter says, "Did you know Dora is on the TV now?" I said, "She is?" My daughter replied, "Yeah, I didn’t know she’s on the TV now." I inquired as to when she saw her on the TV and she said, "Yesterday, when you were in the shower." She just couldn’t get over the fact that in addition to being in her books and the figurines and dolls of Dora that she plays with that Dora is also on the television set.
My daughter brings out her play laptop and sits next to me on the couch while I was reading to my son. I asked her what she was up to and she says, "Oh, I am just checking my email. Then I have to write my blog." I said, "Oh yeah? You sound busy." She says, "Oh, I am. Then I still have to write my article. Unbelievable."
My daughter has wavy hair which becomes wild (we call it her "wild woman" hair) if not brushed after a bath. Getting her out of the tub the other morning I sat her down to brush her hair, which is always a battle because she prefers it messy. It’s now become a game and so after I finished brushing her hair she runs off and says, "Hey, give me my wild back."
4 comments:
Thanks for the peek into your life Moxie!
My son had a pair of yellow rain boots that he wore with his batman costume (year round). Even after the costume the boots remained and I bought him a new size whenever he grew out of them!
That produce picture looks like some type of sea urchin from out of the ocean! And I'm seeing a future writer with your daughter - blogging and writing articles! Like mother, like daughter!
That's hysterical about your son Nancy. My brother used to wear cowboy boots around the house when he was little...just cowboy boots, nothing else.
Joanne, I agree that the produce resembles some odd sea creature. Not sure if I want to eat it.
Your daughter cracks me up. So insightful. By the way, I do not know what that produce looking thingy is. Did you eat it?
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