Wednesday, December 31, 2008

a sure sign of the end times

cnn's new year's eve broadcast live from times square with anderson cooper and kathy griffin.

i have never been so glad not to have tv.

Monday, December 29, 2008

okay, okay

here is some documentation of the hirsute hullabaloo

see if you can guess which is before and which is after.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

it's beginning to look a lot like boot camp

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas
ev'rywhere you go
take a look at the five and ten glistening once again
with candy canes and silver lanes aglow
"mommy, i need a towel."
"why? honey, i'm up to my elbows in meatloaf mix here, and WHERE ARE YOUR BANGS?!"
"josie cut them."
it's beginning to look a lot like christmas
toys in every store
but the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
on your own front door
"i dunno."
it's beginning to look a lot like christmas
ev'rywhere you go
there's a tree in the grand hotel, one in the park as well
the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow
"AHHHH! there's hair all over the bathroom! it looks like someone detonated a pomeranian in here! and are these daddy's NAIL SCISSORS?!"
a pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots 
is the wish of barney and ben
dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
is the hope of janice and jen
"hello, kids' hair? are you open christmas eve day? thank god. my 5-year-old just cut my 3-year-old's hair. the bangs are GONE, and the sides are decidedly asymmetrical – sort of a 1980s, vidal sassoon, 'say-lon' kind of thing. 10 a.m.? thank you so much."
and mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again...

Monday, December 22, 2008


thanks to itunes, my kids know a huge range of christmas music. i had kind of assumed that the favorite would be something traditional and climatically suited to minnesota, like jingle bells or frosty the snowman, or even baby, it's cold outside.

but no. when thing two crawled into bed with us this -14 morning (that's temperature, folks, not wind chill), here's what she was singing:
mele kalikimaka is the thiiiing to say
on a bright, hawaiian christmas daaaaay.

that's the island greeting that we send to you
from the land where palm trees swaaaay.

here we know that christmas will be green and briiiiight,
the sun to shine by day and all the stars at niiiiight.

mele kalikimake is hawaii's way
to say 'merry christmas' to yoooooou.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

science fact for the day

the human head can hold thoughts or phlegm, but not both.

or maybe that's just my head.

Friday, December 19, 2008

nice try

thing two:  "mommy, can i have a bomb pop?"

me:  "not at 10 a.m. in the morning, you can't."

thing two:  "can i have one after lunch?"

me:  "maybe. we'll see."



thing two:  "mommy, can i have some lunch?"

Thursday, December 18, 2008


totally not my business to suggest what holiday gifts folks might like to give.


if you're casting about for ideas, here's one:  heifer international. it's a non-profit dedicated to ending hunger and poverty by providing livestock, plants and education in sustainable agriculture to people around the world. recipients subsequently give an animal to a neighbor, multiplying the impact of the program ("and so on and so on and so on").

we gave flocks of chicks to the preschool teachers who care for our little chick, and our parents are all receiving shares of the joy to the world collection:  sheep, goats, llamas and a heifer.

and – proving that my mother and i do indeed have one brain, as my brother once remarked – my mom made a donation to heifer in my family's name at the same time i was making one in hers. scary.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

do you hear what i hear?



*[swear word]*

predictably, my stocking is going to be filled with kleenex and motrin this year. thing one debuted the death cold in our house, then handed the baton off to thing two, who is in the throes. and a few hours ago, i began to feel the soreness creeping through my throat and head.

now, if someone just lands in the er or urgent care, it'll be a good ol' family xmas. i think it's my turn this year, and i am trying:  i walked INTO THE DOORFRAME of my ob/gyn's office the other day, ricocheting my skull off the metal. apparently the girls come by it honestly.

mommies say the darndest things

oops. must remember that small children have supersonic hearing akin to dogs and bats.

i recently toured the elementary school that thing one will attend next fall, and afterward i wrote thank you notes to the teachers and principal (my mama raised me right). 

recounting this story later, i told the handsome man that i had sent off my butt-snorkeling blandishments. and now, predictably, josie delights in saying "butt-snorkeling."

welcome to the glue factory

most of my kids' clothes, toys and gear are hand-me-downs. not because i'm an eco-conscious earth mama, but because i'm a stay-at-home drain on the economy, and when someone offers something free i say yes.

i try to hand the stuff off again when we're done with it, but apparently my children secrete some sort of invisible destructo-juice because they just destroy stuff. seemingly pristine clothes that have already been through one, two or more kids by the time they reach us are instantly and irreparably stained. toys crack and disintegrate. books give a soft sighing sound and gentle shed their pages.

this weekend, when the handsome man had the girls safely out of the house, i held the annual post-birthdays, pre-christmas purge of the outgrown and outmoded. besides the stuff that was donatable and went to arc, i also threw away bags of stuff that was on life-support, including a shattered barbie camping van (dammit).

my house:  where toys come to die.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

how cold is it? it's so cold that...

you know you're a minnesotan when this is the weather forecast you hear delivered in a cheery voice:
"well, it could be worse!"

Monday, December 15, 2008

spa day

just got back from having a crown put on my tooth, followed by a boob grope at my ob/gyn.

that's about as close as i get to a facial and a massage anymore. cleansing breath!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

the workers' comp for all those the elves must be murder

here's a holiday-specific injury:  thing two just got her finger stuck in a jingle bell.