Lots of Gas, Indeed

Caity has been known to call people out on their passing of gas. Well, on their way to buy groceries the other night, Greg and Caity stopped at a red light next to a motorcycle. When the light turned green, the motorcycle vroomed, vroomed, vroomed off. "That's a LOT of toots, Daddy," Caity proclaimed.

Success Squared.

It took an hour this time, but I again managed to vote for David Archuleta on American Idol. Ahahahahahahahah!

Geese are Hazardous to Your Health

Yes, geese are hazardous to your health. And it's not just because of their astounding capacity for producing excrement that you then, inevitably, step in. No, I'm referring to another of their endearing aspects.
Sara (and her kids) and I (and my kids) met at the zoo today for our weekly playdate. The weather was perfect - balmy, yet cool; sunny, yet... sunny. Animals everywhere within sight were snoozing in patches of sun. How I envied them!
Yet I digress. We were wandering down the main drag when Henry announced that he would like to see the camels (ah, those exciting camels!). They happened to be along the opposite path, so we found a convenient shortcut through the gardens.
We found our way blocked by a goose. He wasn't doing anything; he simply sat. So we continued our approach, thinking he would move when we got too close for comfort.
Suddenly, he rose up before us, wings spread and beak wide open! And instead of moving away, he approached in a very menacing manner! Horrified, Sara and I reversed our steps. The goose continued to advance as we retreated.
Just as hideous visions of the goose ripping into Jamie's face started playing in my mind, the goose decided we had gone far enough; he dropped his threatening pose and turned away.
It was THEN that we noticed the small sign, helpfully posted in front of a roped-off area - "Caution - Aggressive Nesting Geese". And indeed, resting peacefully within on a large nest, was another goose.

And this has nothing to do with geese, but I really wanted to add this great picture:

Visiting With Important People

We traversed out to Manchester today to visit with my dad and Karen. Upon asking Caity who she thought we were going to see, she replied, "Rolf and Kermit". Yes, true - these are two of the stuffed animals she likes to play with there. "Okay, who else?" I prompted, trying to hit upon the response of "Grandma and Grandpa". After thinking a bit, she continued, "And Sting and T.B." - more stuffed animals. I guess we can see how humans measure up against ratty, stained toys from the early '80s. Sorry, dad.

Argh...Ack

Argh. Must go to bed. So tired. But somehow the Internet is too compelling... can't tear myself away... need an intervention...

Speaking of interventions, I could really use some kind of Spenders Anonymous Support Group. I can not even begin to total up the amount of $$$$$ I have spent in the past 3 days. But the deals I found! Oh, the wonderous deals!

Earlier this evening, Jamie ate something random off of the basement floor before I could stop him. Was it a piece of paper? A sticker? A centipede? It was certainly something that did not go down easily, for he sputtered and gakked for several minutes. I pounded frantically on his back and finger-swept his mouth in a futile attempt to remove the obstruction; Caity thoughtfully assisted by plopping herself in my lap and singing tunelessly.

So tired. My eyes feel like small stones embedded in my face. Ack.

Ever the Honest One

Caity, being your typical almost-three-year old, likes to answer "No!" to any question, even if it is not a yes/no kind of question. Today, I left her playing in the basement when I went up to take my shower. I'd tried to get her to come up to the living room, so I could lure her into a comatose state with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (thus reducing the chances of her destroying the house while she "played"), but she refused. "All right," I said relcutantly, as I started up the stairs, "I'm going to take a shower. Can I trust you alone down here?" True to form, she looked innocently at me and said, "No."

Scary/Cute

Caity keeps trotting the little potty out into the living room and cramming Go Dog Go into it headfirst. Should I be concerned? Is this strange behavior a manifestation of her internal feelings towards the potty (and me, perhaps)?

Jamie's new thing - not nearly as disturbing - is to play Peek-a-Boo with his washcloth during meals.