*gently stuffs stuart into a bag*
never mind him, tad. just get better from the diseases ye battle. *sends good health karma*

*grins at stuart*
sorry, man. din' you see that Dog is sick?

*whispers*

Sure I can! Hope you get a new job soon.

Yalahii.

Hope you feel real better soon.....

My kids know all the tricks.  "Okay, you two are going to have a race to Oklahoma.  First one back gets ice cream!"  That only fools 'em once.  Of course, it's a nice long once...

Feeling better, cold-wise, so I'll stop sniveling about that.  The kids are very funny at the moment, especially Devon.  (I think I told y'all about Connor and religion, right?)

This morning -- well, you have to understand how almost impossible it is to get our four year old daughter to try ANYTHING new to eat.  She lives off about three things, and it usually seems darn little of those.

This morning we had some nice apple-cinammon cake left from a dinner at my folks' and, since Devon wouldn't eat any regular breakfast, I thought I'd bend the rules and let her have some, just to get her to eat something since she was going out for a busy day.

After much cajoling, I finally got her to try it.  Of course (because it's sweet) she loved it, and made this pronouncement after one bite:  "When Mommy got me from the hospital and I was a baby when I was just born, that was the same cake we ate then.  That's my very favorite cake, you know."

See, my kids can't just admit they like something, they have to take OWNERSHIP of it.  I have no idea what the connection between apple cake and her own birth might be.  That's the amazing thing about kids -- they're always sending you postcards from somewhere you can't visit yourself.

But my favorite thing she's said lately was, when I walked into her room with her the other night to do some bedtime reading, and saw that the mess of the afternoon had worsened -- dolls and stuffed toys and clothes and whatnot everywhere, including all over the bed -- I said, "Devon, your room is in a big mess!"

She responded, with a certain brave wistfulness, "I know, Daddy, but it's all we have."

i love kid stories, tad. thanks for sharing yours. my almost 3 year old Girl is very similar to devon in trying new things. The other day, i finally got her to try some chilli i made. i asked her if she liked it and she said, yes. The she added, "when i was a little boy, i used to eat chilli alot." I then asked her what her name was when she was a little boy and she replied in all earnestness, "Francis." FYI, we know of no one named Francis, and there is no one named Francis at her school, either. she just seemed to pull that one out of the ether.

Stuart wrote:

Glad to hear you're feeling better, I said that because I care, not just because I got a roasting from a dragon, in case you were wondering.

eep! dun roast you...stuffed you (and gently, too, mind you) in a bag. *grins, shuffles feet* heh. sowwy.

*pets the stuart*

Grilled cheese sandwiches. YELLOW cheese, on WHITE bread. No, mom, not that nasty healthy brown stuff you like, and not real cheese. Gimme the processed stuff that wouldn't know dairy if it drowned in it.


Sigh.

Jacob's decided that he's a baby dragon. A NICE little baby dragon, too, as everyone who stayed over at my house before the New Orleans trip was informed often and at length. No, he hasn't given that up yet.

<edit>Although, to be fair, it has been brought to my attention that I haven't given up my insistence that I myself (at least online) am a large and not-so-nice adult dragon, so I suppose that's only to be expected *eg* </edit>

Tad, I'll trade you for a few days. I could use a new take on the strangeness; mine's wearing me out.

[ January 20, 2004: Message edited by: Miiru ]

I settled the whole gender problem for myself when I realized that my inner child was a boy.  His name is (believe it or not) Sam.  According to a recent internet quiz I took, he is six years old. 
  Over the years, Sam has been very helful when trying to explain my behavior to people.  It's more accurate than "I'm a tomboy" and perhaps explains why I thought I could pee out of my bellybutton when I was a kid, before I had resigned myself to the biological reality of being female.

i was a tomboy. *sigh* had a go-kart,                        rode horses, rode bikes, played out in fields and in barns...*daydreams* sorry. *grin* i was the only girl on our road till i was about 10 or 11, so i played with the boys. mostly, we played 'dukes of hazzard'. *embarassed* what can i say..it was the 70's/early 80's.

dragondawn wrote:

i was a tomboy. *sigh* had a go-kart,                        rode horses, rode bikes, played out in fields and in barns...*daydreams* sorry. *grin* i was the only girl on our road till i was about 10 or 11, so i played with the boys. mostly, we played 'dukes of hazzard'. *embarassed* what can i say..it was the 70's/early 80's.

Sounds familiar, DD. :) Only we played Robin Hood and stuff like that (I was the eldest and Dukes of Hazard is slightly before my time).

Yalahii.

Girl?  *haughty sniff*  I was too busy hanging with the boys to be a GIRL.  Total tomboy, me.  Still am.

I started out as a boy/girl.  I had barbies, my little ponies, lego, cars, AND ninja turtles.  Very versatile, me.  But then I met other girls, and grew up a wee bit, and thought they were just all very silly.

Which is not to say I ever hung out with boys other than my brother.  Me, da lone wolf.  Arrrrrrooooooooooooooo!!!

I had books, Legos, and Thundercats.  All was right in my world.