Summer pictures never posted:
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Pillow Talk
"I'm so glad I have my glasses on and didn't forget to take my contacts out because I really don't want to get up--my feet just defrosted..."
"You've been wearing contacts for what, 20 years now? And you still forget to take them out... amazing."
"No! I haven't worn them for 20 years..."
"Okay, then 10."
"Nooo...okay, yes. Yes, exactly ten years, actually--I've had plastic in my eyes for 10 years!"
(Silence.)
"I just told you that I've had plastic in my eyes for 10 years, and you have nothing to say to that?!"
"Weird."
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Pretty in Pink...and red and lavender...
Madalyn went to bed last night wearing a red Elmo shirt and lavender leggings, with pink Ralph Lauren socks pulled up over them and reaching to her knees. It might have appeared (to the bugs on the wall) that we'd been time-warped back to the 80's, and I was dressing her in clashing pastels and leg warmers; but the real situation was a mother-load of laundry that awaited washing...(okay, okay, so the pulling socks to her knees was for me)--but I couldn't help but notice while dressing her in this eclectic ensemble, when she pointed at her lamp and chattered away about it, that her apparent new word for "lights" was highly appropriate for the scene--
I mean there I was, staring at her rainbow-of-an-outfit, and her wet, matted bath hair, picturing her as an 80s chick sweating fresh from her jazz class, and then she speaks--and what does she say?
The one word that articulates my every thought, as if she was in total agreement; "tights."
And if she could've hit the unrealistic max of 11 new words and her first sentence all in one night, I am convinced she would've also added, "and terrycloth sweatbands for my forehead and wrists, too, please!"
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Cheers!
We have a new drink in our house. Actually it's the same drink with a new name. You see, we noticed Evan stealing a swig of Shaun's soda, (I lived in Illinois for four years, I'm allowed to say "soda,") and so Shaun asked him with a playful voice,
"What are you doin'?"
"I'm drinkin' Madalyn Dew." (Duh.)
Monday, September 26, 2005
Monet and Hepburn
This evening Evan sat in his booster seat, twisting his spoon in the air with artisic madness; intentional, yet frantic--like a composer conducting his orchestra. (We're talking squinting and looking out from under his brows in concentration--that's right, the whole nine yards.)
"What are you doing, Evan?" Shaun asked.
Evan pointed at the oil-painting of field rabbits on our wall and exclaimed, "I drew a bunny rabbit, daddy--Look!!"
He was smiling because he knew we would play along...(yeah, he knows us well.)
Now Madalyn, her new thing is "um."
As in:
"Madalyn, which alphabet letters do you want to play with?"
"Umm...." (like she can't make up her mind.)
Or--
"Which movie do you want?"
"Ummm...."
Like a 3-year old, I'm telling you. Just-like-Evan, (her obvious goal in life.) Although now she's added her own Katharine Hepburn-flair to it, as we ask more as a cue to perform than a real question.
"The Hepburn" involves rolling her large eyes up and to the right, as though she's searching her brain for the many options, while puckering her lips in to hold the "m" twice as long as she used to...
She's one. Everything's a joke. I mean this is the age where you play with the potty water as much as the milk in your cereal, where old ladies and bag boys make funny faces at you in the store; she can't decide if the world's her playground or her stage. And it doesn't matter, because either way life is good.
