Monthly Archives: February 2013

Three Year Olds Can Too Rhyme


Let me share with you a snippet of my day.

This afternoon, as I was winding up the vacuum cord, my 3 year old comes over to me and enthusiastically states, “Ball and car rhyme!”

As I knelt there on the floor looking straight into his bright blue eyes I had to correct him and said something like, “No, buddy, ball and car do not rhyme. They have different ending sounds…” blah blah blah.


“Yes dey do rhyme!” he objected. “Baw and caw!”

And then it hit me. Yes, ball and car do rhyme. They rhyme when you are a three year old kid that can’t always properly pronounce your consonants and the ‘w’ sound is your defalt! Ball becomes Baw and Car becomes Caw and Mommy becomes a dope. Or at least seems like one until she makes you recite your words properly and then she just becomes a pain in the ass who is keeping you from playing with your ball and car. I’m pretty certain I’m accurate about this last part.

I also think I just started talking about myself in the third person.

Well, that just means it’s time for Mommy to go to bed.


My Old Man Dog


DSC01185Here’s Doc, my old man dog. He’s a goon and has taken to napping on the couch and my bed when I leave. I know this because his fur is everywhere but that’s because he doesn’t get brushed very often. My bad.

A few days ago I dragged the kids and dogs out back behind our house for an hour traipse through the woods and such. We had fun mostly until our toes, ears and hands chilled and the thought of watching a movie was more appealing. The dogs certainly enjoyed wandering around and not listening to me at all, especially Doc. I’ve determined that Doc, at ten years of age, is going deaf. I yell for him and his ears don’t even turn in my direction. I call his name in the house and he just lays there on his doggie bed zoned out. This may,  in fact, be selective hearing at its best but it too may be that he’s aging.


This picture made me grin when I took it after our walk. He didn’t even move as I hovered around him. He’s really going grey around the eyes.


And these are his huge paws that he never grew into. When he was a puppy we thought he was going to be huge. He weighs in at about 65 pounds which isn’t small by any means but he was probably the runt mutt. My 3 year old son has hands that look too large for his body. I call them his puppy paws and I’m wondering if he’s going to be as tall as my brothers’ 6’3” height or closer to his dad’s height that topped out just under 6′. Only time will tell.


Doc eventually realized I was sitting on the floor so he dragged his tired self over to me and snuggled in to resume his nap.


Of course, soon after Doc repositioned himself Dragon came over to interrupt his peace.

I’m certainly going to miss my furry nuisance when he’s gone. For now I will enjoy our quick snuggles before they get interrupted and bring a leash on our walks to keep him with me when we get near the houses.


Roller Coaster of Fun!


Odin got a roller coaster for his birthday last month. My husband finally decided our house was big enough to set it up inside instead of waiting for warmer weather (really we just wanted the two huge boxes out of our damn mud room already.) This was the first trial run. Just for the record, I’m an idiot. You’ll see why:


After the kids went to bed we hauled the ramp upstairs into our bedroom so they wouldn’t be flying into the wall or their dumb mom who failed as being a backstop/videographer. Instead of dents in my drywall I now have children coming into my room at the butt crack of dawn and instead of groggily saying, “I want to snuggle,” they say, “Can we ride?!?”

“No damnit! Your baby sister is sleeping and if you wake her you’ll wake the beast in me…again,” I say in my head as I verbally plead, “Come lay down. You can ride it later.” And then, reluctantly on their part, we snuggle until the sun fully rises to it’s proper place above the horizon.

Having had this thing set up for a few days now it seems that going down the safe way is no longer fun enough. Now they go down backwards or jump off at the end of their ride while I’m not looking. Anything to make their ramp ride more adrenaline inducing. Typical kids. I can’t blame them. I did the same shit. Probably worse at their age.

Aside from being fun, this toy has proven to be a means through which my kids can learn cause and effect. For instance, today my son decided that it would be a great idea to put his wooden stepstool in front of the ramp and then bang into it as he sped down the course. As it turns out, the stepstool won and he wound up with a busted foot (nothing a ducky-shaped icepack couldn’t fix.) He has since decided that banging into wooden stepstools at high speeds is not, in fact, a good idea.

Wooden stepstool vs. human foot. Stepstool wins just about every time. Lesson learned. Well, at least until his 3 year-old amnesia sets in and he has to relearn this hard lesson the hard way, again.




Ela does not enjoy crawling yet but she certainly enjoys taste testing my baked goods. I wonder if there is an inverse correlation to this. The more baked goods she consumes, the less likely she is to start crawling. Too busy eating to focus on learning to crawl. Yep, sounds pretty accurate to me.


Lately she has taste tested a lot of muffins; chocolate carrot muffins, banana carrot muffins, zucchini apple carrot muffins, all to her satisfaction.


Enough with the muffins already! I think it’s time for sugar cookies. Valentines Day is coming up, you know!? Stay tuned for more sugary goodness to come.