Casden's Newest Funny Words

Padget got the game Uno Moo for Christmas. It's a cute version of Uno that comes with a barn and, instead of cards, it has little animals in different colors. The wild card is a farmer and the draw two card is a skunk. Well, Casden, with his inability to say the "s" for the start of words has a tough time with "skunk". He calls it a "kunk"...and it's even funnier when he calls it a "tinky kunk". (stinky skunk). However, the first time I heard him say it, I was appalled, thinking he had said something terribly vulgar (the dreaded "c" word--and if you don't know what that is, I'm not going to tell you!). I was very relieved when I figured out what he was really saying!

Oh that Padget!

We were downstairs in the basement exercising last night--me, Tim, Padget, and Casden. The hockey game was on the T.V. Padget was watching it and asks, "Why are they hugging?" The players were having a huge typical hockey brawl--all out fight. Padget innocently thought they were hugging! Too cute!

I cooked Spaghetti Pie for dinner tonight. I'm trying very hard to have the kids eat what is cooked, instead of short ordering cooking for them. Anyway, Padget is pushing it around the plate, taking a bite here and there, complaining that she doesn't like it. She says to me, "Mommy, it's just so...so...bland." Thanks. How does she even know what bland means?!

American Idol

The kids were up later than usual last night. Apparently, they are growing and ravenous as they were having a snack of apples, dry cereal, and cheesesticks. Anyway, Tim had American Idol on the TV. Padget has seen parts of it in passing before, as I will occassionally have it on in the morning, if I had DVR'd it. She was watching intently as this one girl started singing. Padget listens, looks at us, and declares very seriously, "She's NOT going to Hollywood!" She was right!

Grandma's Wisdom

Tim and I were lucky enough to take a trip to Disney last weekend (without the kiddos) so that he could run his first marathon. It was our first trip there, and we did not have a lot of time. We spend Friday afternoon into the night at Epcot, got back to our hotel around midnight, got up at 6:00 a.m. Saturday, spend the day at Magic Kingdom, the evening at Epcot, got up at 3:00 a.m. Sunday for Tim's race, then spent the afternoon between Disney Hollywood Studios and Animal Kingdom, with a late dinner in Downtown Disney. We got back, utterly exhausted, crashed, and had to get up at 4:00 a.m. to pack up and catch our bus to the airport at 5:00 a.m. It was a whirlwind exhausting weekend, with lots of new experiences. Upon our return, I was talking to my mother who informed me that my grandmother's comment on everything we had done, seen, Tim's first marathon, etc., was "Well, thank goodness Tim is fixed so that she didn't have to worry about coming home pregnant!" Apparently, the only time married couples manage to have sex is when they are away trying to cram everything they possibly can into the short amount of time they are away from the kids. Ha ha! Gotta love my grandma's point-of-view!

Poor snowman!

We had a great snowstorm come through the other day. It brought with it the really great sticky packing snow. The kids were so excited to build their first snowmen of the year. We headed out and proceeded to roll the balls and build the snowman. I sent the kids out back to get some sticks for the arms while I ran inside to get the carrot for the nose and something for the eyes. I couldn't find any big dark buttons or any dark rocks or anything. Suddenly, I remembered that I had the mini peppermint patties in the freezer. "Those would be the perfect size!" I thought. So, we put all the accoutrements on the snowman, packed in nice and tight so they weren't going to fall out or anything. Then we all headed back inside.

Later on in the day, Tim came home and Padget wanted to build "the biggest snowman ever" so they embarked together on that mission. In the meantime, Persy is outside playing in the snow, too. Out of the corner of his eye, Tim sees Persy walking on his hind legs and he's wondering what on earth the dog is doing. Persy is standing next to the snowman, eating it's eyes out. Yep, he sniffed out those peppermint patties and managed to bite them out of the snowman, while balancing on his hindlegs, because had he leaned on the snowman, he would have knocked it down. For anyone who knows Persy, this is not at all surprising!

Wine please!

My mom invited us over for New Year's dinner. Pork and sauerkraut, of course, for the German good luck tradition. We were all sitting at dinner, the adults drinking wine and the kids drinking milk.

Tim jokingly offered Casden a sip of his red wine, and Casden looked at him levelly and said, "No, Daddy, I want my own glass." The whole table lost it. He is one funny boy.