Friday, December 25, 2009

How Munchkin got another piece of fudge

Christmas eve, Munchkin nibbles all day on Christmas sweets including even a "treat bag" at the Christmas Eve service at church. He's excited for Christmas, he's excited because relatives are in town, and he's excited because he's had way too much sugar, including some in the form of fudge.

At dessert that evening, I told him he could have ice cream and one cookie. Munchkin promptly grabbed both a cookie and a piece of fudge. We made him put back the fudge, even though he insisted it wasn't a cookie. After he had polished off everything, he tried again to grab some fudge. I said "no," and he started to protest. It's Christmas, so I said, "Give me your best pathetic look."

Munchkin's little pouty face dropped another notch and he lowered his chin slightly, doing an absolutely perfect "pathetic little boy who needs some fudge" look. Everyone at the table cracked up, but Munchkin held the look, motionless until he got his fudge. Then he broke out into a big grin. It's scary how well he can do that.

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Wolf in sheep's clothing

The Christmas pageant was darling, with the opening number being all the preschoolers dressed like sheep and coming on stage on hands and knees saying, "baaaaa!" Munchkin was a model student and it is mere coincidence that he happened to be the cutest sheep on stage. We could hardly believe the difference from last year.

Afterwards, he shed the sheepy ears and went crawling over the rows of chairs growling like a bear trying to scare people.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


It's only hours until the annual preschool Christmas pagent, and my little preschooler just announced, "I don't want to dress up like a sheep tonight! I want to dress up like a dinosaur!"

Stay tuned...

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Only a preschooler could...

... after whacking his shin on a footstool and crying and whining about it for at least half an hour, announce brightly, "Owwie ends with an 'e!'"

Friday, December 4, 2009

Dark Days week 3: Comfort food

Thank you to those who pointed out to me last week that the first law of moving says that one must not try to cook while moving. :) I assure you that after cleaning out the kitchen, we did indeed indulge in some meals out. Moving Van Day was followed by a meal consisting of turkey leftovers graciously given to us by our Thanksgiving hosts, but local fast food franchises also saw some business. Among those was a Hawaiian restaurant owned by our former next-door neighbor, who bought it at a garage sale when he found out that the double-wide refrigerator he really wanted came with a restaurant, but that's another story.

The day after Moving Van Day was one of the hardest because we still weren't done. As Munchkin and I drove to the U-Haul place to pick up Scott who was returning the truck, I was thinking about dinner. There is a locally-owned restaurant we love called The Glenwood. Scott takes me there when I need comfort because he knows the tomato-cheese soup works wonders. They have a nice variety of breakfast foods and light meals on their menu, but we always order the same things, even Munchkin. I don't know how many ingredients they source locally, but the place has a very local feel.

Anyway, I was thinking that we should go there for dinner when Munchkin interrupted my thoughts saying, "Mommy, I have an idea. We should go to The Glenwood for dinner." Naturally, I told him it was a great idea and we should suggest it to Daddy. We picked up Scott and before Munchkin had a chance to say anything Scott asked, "What do you think about going to The Glenwood tonight?"

When the waiter came to take our order, Munchkin said, without prompting, "I want a blueberry muffin! And bacon! And soy milk!" The waiter was great -- he wrote it all down and then asked Scott and I for our orders. Scott got the egg scramble he always gets (the one I copied for this post) and I got the half Alder Street Special with a big bowl of tomato-cheese soup substituted for the little cup of soup that comes with it, like I always do. We all felt much better afterwards.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Riddle's answer

What do you call a piano with no legs?


Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A little riddle

Well, we're now half-way done -- we've moved out of our house and into a temporary location until we can find our new house. Whew! The most nerve-wracking part was watching the movers with my grand piano. Scott lightened the mood, though, when he made up a riddle: What do you call a piano with no legs?

Take a guess. I'll post the answer tomorrow.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Counting the days

Yesterday at breakfast, Munchkin announced, "I know how we can get Christmas to come sooner! Tug on it with a rope!" When I laughed, he added, "We could pick it up with a crane!"