Alternatively titled: How Daddy is not like former Illinois Governor Blagojevich
Today, Toddler Jeneric attempted to 'negotiate' her nap, offering to trade Eric 1 nap for the consumption of peas and green beans. Sadly for Toddler Jeneric, Eric is beyond reproach and could not be bribed.
To Mystery Politico, who thinks the health of our family would improve if we just got some sleep: Blogger has a scheduling feature. If we're up at midnight, it's because someone has woken us from our slumber.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
The domino effect
1. A chain reaction that occurs when a small change causes a similar change nearby, which then will cause another similar change, and so on in linear sequence (courtesy of Wikipedia).
2. Life with 2 children under the age of 3.
Oh yes, indeed. Who spiked a fever Monday night? Why Toddler Jeneric, of course!
Too sick to read? Oh, my.
Well, not too sick to read to Baby Wily.
Ah, Tylenol. Brings down the fever and returns our Toddler Jeneric, complete with sunglasses on her head (just like Mama).
2. Life with 2 children under the age of 3.
Oh yes, indeed. Who spiked a fever Monday night? Why Toddler Jeneric, of course!
Too sick to read? Oh, my.
Well, not too sick to read to Baby Wily.
Ah, Tylenol. Brings down the fever and returns our Toddler Jeneric, complete with sunglasses on her head (just like Mama).
Monday, March 02, 2009
Interlude
Alternatively titled: I would never flush the cat.
The place: our downstairs bathroom, where the flusher valve is a tad sticky on occasion.
The players: Jenni and Toddler Jeneric.
The scene: Jenni has removed the tank cover on the toilet to un-stick the flusher valve. She has just finished scolding Lady Argon (the cat) for picking at the carpet.
Toddler Jeneric enters and screams at the top of her shrill, toddler lungs: "Noooo! Mama! Don't flush Lady Argon!"
Jenni (aka Mama) jumps 36 feet into the air and begins to reassure Toddler Jeneric that she would never flush the cat (it took all her strength not to say because the cat wouldn't fit in the toilet).
Enter Eric, with a cameo. He quickly reunites Toddler Jeneric with her beloved Lady Argon who has taken up residence on the scratching post.
You finish the scene: Is Toddler Jeneric scarred for life? Will she ever trust Mama with the cat again?
The place: our downstairs bathroom, where the flusher valve is a tad sticky on occasion.
The players: Jenni and Toddler Jeneric.
The scene: Jenni has removed the tank cover on the toilet to un-stick the flusher valve. She has just finished scolding Lady Argon (the cat) for picking at the carpet.
Toddler Jeneric enters and screams at the top of her shrill, toddler lungs: "Noooo! Mama! Don't flush Lady Argon!"
Jenni (aka Mama) jumps 36 feet into the air and begins to reassure Toddler Jeneric that she would never flush the cat (it took all her strength not to say because the cat wouldn't fit in the toilet).
Enter Eric, with a cameo. He quickly reunites Toddler Jeneric with her beloved Lady Argon who has taken up residence on the scratching post.
You finish the scene: Is Toddler Jeneric scarred for life? Will she ever trust Mama with the cat again?
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Yeah, it's hot, hot, hot
A study we read a few years back indicated that about 80% of mothers are accurate in detecting a fever in her child with touch alone.
Jenni was spot-on this weekend with Baby Wily. She detected a hint of fever on Saturday (actual temperature: 99.4), continued fever Sunday morning (actual temperature: 100.1) and a full-on, real-deal fever Sunday evening (actual temperature: 103.1).
The real hero of the weekend? Dad, who bravely took rectal temperatures without hesitating, flinching, or complaining.
Needless to say, we did not get time to down and upload photos, let alone write the witty posts you've come to expect. Fingers crossed for better fun on Wednesday.
(ps What a crummy way to spend your 5-month birthday!)
Jenni was spot-on this weekend with Baby Wily. She detected a hint of fever on Saturday (actual temperature: 99.4), continued fever Sunday morning (actual temperature: 100.1) and a full-on, real-deal fever Sunday evening (actual temperature: 103.1).
The real hero of the weekend? Dad, who bravely took rectal temperatures without hesitating, flinching, or complaining.
Needless to say, we did not get time to down and upload photos, let alone write the witty posts you've come to expect. Fingers crossed for better fun on Wednesday.
(ps What a crummy way to spend your 5-month birthday!)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
JIF
Not the peanut butter! Introducing Jeneric's Imaginary Friend (JIF), aka, Mary (as in the Mary with the naughty lamb).
Mary? Are you under the blanket?
Mary? Are you under the blanket?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Maroon & Gold!
It's good to know where her loyalties are!
Gimme an M!
Gimme an I! Oh, good grief. You know the rest - NNESOTA! Go Gophers!
Yes, you may have my autograph.
Which way did Goldy Gopher go?
Gimme an M!
Gimme an I! Oh, good grief. You know the rest - NNESOTA! Go Gophers!
Yes, you may have my autograph.
Which way did Goldy Gopher go?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Observe before committing
Toddler Jeneric was in need of a haircut. So was Aunt Kelly. Do you see where this is going?
Step 1. Observe.
Step 2. Try out the chair.
Step 3. Wash that hair!
Step 4. Cut.
Step 5. Blow dry.
Step 6. "One more thing."
Toddler Jeneric had keenly watched Aunt Kelly's haircut - all the way to the very end, when the stylist put mousse (or something) in Aunt Kelly's hair. After the blow drying was done, Toddler Jeneric confidently said, "One more thing! One more thing!" The stylist spritzed some hairspray about 3 feet above Toddler Jeneric's head and poof! We were done.
Step 1. Observe.
Step 2. Try out the chair.
Step 3. Wash that hair!
Step 4. Cut.
Step 5. Blow dry.
Step 6. "One more thing."
Toddler Jeneric had keenly watched Aunt Kelly's haircut - all the way to the very end, when the stylist put mousse (or something) in Aunt Kelly's hair. After the blow drying was done, Toddler Jeneric confidently said, "One more thing! One more thing!" The stylist spritzed some hairspray about 3 feet above Toddler Jeneric's head and poof! We were done.
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