and now it feels like summer

86 degrees, mosquitoes, and my kids are bitching about being hot.

a typical minnesota spring.

it's beginning to look a lot like easter

sigh.

i have given birth to a rabbit, apparently

here's what my child requested for lunch: brussels sprouts. that's it; just brussels sprouts. not noodles, not a hot dog, not the pie sitting on the counter. weirdo is on her second plate of steaming green goodness.

forget robins

here are two sure signs that spring has finally, finally come to minnesota: i took off my long underwear today, and i cut my meds in half. whee!

the seventh circle of hell

karaoke night in the mcdonald's play land. someone actually thought this was a good idea.

valentine cupcakes

little ranch house on the built-up prairie

it may be 2011 for the rest of y'all, but here in our house it's 1881, complete with sun bonnets in january.

it's geography girl!

i suspect most five-year-olds' favorite christmas gift wasn't a(nother) globe.

mr. hoffa, is that you?

everyone is back to school and work today, and i just completed the first serious post-xmas vacuuming. jaysus, the stuff i slurped up: varied, and horrifying.

barreling through the christmas carols

things one and two have been singing the praises of the season in lusty, if sometimes confused, harmony:

• from deck the halls: "hail the new year, lads in glasses"
• from i'll be home for christmas: "we'll have snow and bistletoe"

a real gift

we're one step closer to treating all people like people. merry christmas, everyone.

things my children have argued about today

• what treats to leave for santa this christmas (this one brought them to tears)
• who will make chocolate milk for whom
• whether or not they are playing a trick on each other or being "real" (this one got kind of metaphysical)

it's time for a minnesota church supper, dontcha know

that menu, in case you can't read it from my wonderful iphone snapshot, is:

• lutefisk (fish soaked in lye, for the uninitiated. according to cooking experts, the finished product "is the consistency of jello.")
• swedish meatballs
• rutabegas
• boiled potatoes
• pickled beets
• lefse
• limpa rye bread
• condiments (an exoticism to many lutherans)
• coffee (the most holy of lutheran beverages)
• milk
• water
• rice pudding with lingonberries

all for a mere (?) $17 a head.

next i plan the invasion of a small country

who says your skeelz have to rust when you're a stay-at-home mommy? today was a logistical tour de force:

• last night, mom friend a had offered to ferry my non-barfer, whom we'll call child 1, to and from preschool with her youngest (child 2) so i could stay home with my barfer (child 3).
• but when mom a arrived this morning to pick up child 1, she announced that her eldest (child 4) was at home and had just that second called to announce he had barfed. on her bed.
• so i offered to retrieve child 1 and child 2 after preschool, stashing child 3 in my van while i ran into the building, so she could stay home with child 4.
• shortly after that, mom friend b called and offered to bring child 1 home. i said i would have loved that, but i was on the hook for child 2 as well now, so i'd just go.
• then mom a called to say she had run into mom friend c during drop-off at preschool (still with me?), and mom c had offered to bring home child 1 and child 2 so child 3 and child 4 could remain immobile. i said i would have loved that, but child 1 would FREAK OUT if anyone but a hand-selected few tried to pick her up.
• so i called mom b back to take her up on her offer. she said sure, but she'd be a few minutes late because first she would be dropping off child 5, whom she was also picking up from preschool because his mother (d, if we're still keeping track) recently had back surgery.

amazingly enough, all the children ended up in the right places with the right mommies. and i haven't got the stomach flu. yet.

ringworm and the stomach flu

that's a description of chez nous today, not some new indie band name.

yummy

nothing says "the morning after halloween" like a 6:30 am dum dum sucker and a pixie stix chaser.

ook.

the agony of the feet

thing one has become quite enamored of the baseball playoffs (me thinks because she'll watch anything on the glowing box), but she's not quite there yet on the details: she told me that the minnesota twins lost to the new york hankies.

i again embrace the womanly art of needlework

my god, i amuse me.

take my first grader, please

children are the world's worst joke tellers. here is a sample of thing one's homegrown "humor"

why did the chicken cross the chicken coop to get to the other side?

to get the chicken's eggs!

(laughs uncontrollably)

public service announcements

psa 1: gentlemen, when you choose to run around the lake - and bully for you, getting some cardio in - please do not cap off your workout by dropping to the grassy median between the paths and doing bicycle-style sit-ups in your short shorts. please.

psa 2: apparently one of the calvin klein underwear models is doing some construction work on a house in south minneapolis today. ladies, you might want to swing by 49th and logan: kind of a young brad pitt-matt damon thing going on there.