One of Us

Me: "Guys, come here! I want to show you something on the computer."
Violet: "Is it a cat wideo? I love cats!"

Violet on Giraffes and Dinosaurs

A giraffe IS SO BIG! with a LONG NECK! like a dinosaur, so it is a dinosaur.

Duh.

Callum and the Schedule

Me: You start I Love Literacy again today.

Callum: You mean I have Cooking after school today.

Me: No, Cooking is on Thursdays. Today is Tuesday, and on Tuesdays you go to I Love Literacy.

Callum: I will go to Cooking instead.

Me: No.

Callum: Then I will go to Spanish.

Me: No.

(What he will actually do is go to the office and pretend he doesn't know where he's supposed to be in hopes of a better answer.)

Stocking Scrabble

Dear Target,

If you could you please try to have a wider variety of letters next time that would be great.

Thanks,
H & G

PS His mom made him do it.

Turkey Travels with Violet

Late night road tripping from the perspective of someone who is usually in bed by 6:30 year-round:
"Is gark! I can't see me!"

Grateful

Many years ago my mom bought me a KitchenAid stand mixer because she wanted me to have one, and I was really excited because it felt like adulting. Then she died. Every time I thought about using it my grief was too heavy to get it out of the box, read the instructions, and figure out which beater to use.

Last year I bought a pricey attachment and vowed to start using it. It didn't work.

Today I tackled the mixer.

Thank you, Mom.

Olive Writes

Olive's general ed teacher will not accept her papers if they include murder, dead bodies, zombies, or things rotting in the sewer. There have been many, many tears over the unfairness of it all.

(It's all funny until a note gets sent home.)
(Or that time we got called out at curriculum night in front of all the other parents.)

Left open on my desktop:

"I would like to study the ocean because I think it is amazing that the ocean takes up about seventy percent of the earth. I always go to the beach for summer vacation, and I can see a long way into the ocean. I always wonder what is happening out there. Plus, all those tittle jellyfish that wash up on the beach dead breaks my heart. Okay, not really."

"I love to dissect things because when their insides spill out, you can really see the disgusting, smelly, dead, part of every animal. I have cut open a cow eyeball, and a small squid. Believe me, their ink pouches are squishy, stinky, and pleasing to, well, pretty much nobody but me."

Counting Callum

Callum, still our number-lover, decided to write out all the numbers from 1 to 1000.

Skeletons in Love

"This is the skeleton I made in Spanish. It is in love with Shayleigh's skeleton."

Callum on Black People

Dear Random Really Dark-skinned Strangers in the Park,

It's not what you think.

Loudly, "I DON'T HAVE ANY BLACK FRIENDS!" Then whispering, "Except Shayleigh. I'm going to marry her."

"Wow, chocolate eggs!"

Young Love and Spiderwebs

"Shayleigh and me are playing spiderweb! She is the spider, and I am her fly."

Violet has the feels

"Momma?"
"Yes?"
"I love...choose!"
Momma? No. Shoes.

Callum on Living With Assholes Who Touch His Stuff

Have a happy day.

Where the Remotes Were

Violet finally revealed where all the remotes have been hiding for a month now: in the tank of her toilet. And to think I was feeling bitter because it's Sunday, everyone's home, and I still don't get to go to the bathroom by myself.

Callum on What the Actual Fuck

Callum, while opening junk mail, finds a prepaid return envelope.

So disgusted, flipping it over to check the backside, "ANOTHER ONE?! Mom, these people put an envelope inside of another envelope."

Shakes head, puts mail down, walks off.

That's So Anime

The Cracker intensely dislikes anime and manga. The fact that his peers find it sexy is traumatic.

Also "Ugh, that's so anime!" is Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

(He still loves hair bands.)

The Service Here Sucks

"MOM! MOM! MOM! Buy It wants yogurts wif mam-bo-la, mom. MOM!"
Hop to it, mom. Violet wants yogurt with granola, like yesterday. Move faster, would ya?

Grandmothers and Daughters

On September 4th Violet will the exact age Olive was the day my mom died, seventeen days shy of her second birthday. Having Olive at such a magical age during that process was such a blessing, and distraction. And as I watch Jason navigate through his own mother's diagnosis now with Violet at the same delightful age, I am even more grateful for this little girl who completed our family.

Also, feeling like my own experience here is not as helpful as I would have hoped. Today adulting sucks.

Leveling Up

I broke a virtual Target cart.

Poor, Confused Nature

There is a sad little hummingbird in our yard that keeps trying to drink nectar from Costco string lights.

Violet on Reno

Violet, 21 months, as we drive through downtown Reno, "Wow. Why light on?"

Solved! The Case of the Missing Library Videos

Violet had put a surprising number of DVDs in the living room VCR.

(Yes, it's 2017, and we have more than one VCR.)

Olive and the IEP

For her upcoming Gifted IEP Olive was asked the consider the following:

What do you see for your future?
"Dead things."

What strengths do you have?
"Reading for long periods of time without blinking. Playing dead."

What weaknesses do you have?
"Cute things. Being annoying when I'm not supposed to." (Evil grin.)

What are some hobbies or areas of interest?
"Yelling, screaming..."

So can I respond, "Olive is good at being an ass"?

Popsicles vs. Placentas

Popsicles were on crazy sale if you bought four boxes, which I can, because I live in a family of locusts, and global warming is real.

When I got home only one would fit in the our jammed freezer. I have a second fridge/freezer at my dad's house a mile away, but I was far too drained.

"Hey, would you say a placenta is about the size of a box of popsicles?"
As luck would have it we have three placentas, the oldest of which is now...omg 9, that Jason has yet to bury.

Out came the medical waste, and in went the popsicles, because that's how I get shit done.

(A box is the same size as a placenta, like exactly.)

So then we defrosted them. One leaked blood all over Jason's phone that happened to be sharing the same counter space. He acted all wtf, but I know he loves a good drinking story, and now he has one.

You're welcome, Jason!

No need to guess, they were all labeled inside. SO FUCKING COOL. I was not expecting the amniotic sacs to be attached, complete, and in such perfect shape, but they were! So stretchy, and translucent! Also, perfect umbilical cords! The 19 month old one was seriously fresh, the 6 and 9 year old ones only slightly less so.

I wish I'd refrozen Violet's to share with the kids again a down the road, but not enough to go dig it up. Yet. Poor baby will not remember seeing hers or get to poke it in all it's very bloody glory. But, yay pictures!