Quotes of the morning

Civic minded Linda:
- Here, Mommy.  These are some drawings I want to send to people, like Grammy & Papa and President Obama.  You know, people who live far away.
- You know the only thing I love more than this great city?  You, Mommy!

Child psychologist Elizabeth:
- Mommy, are you getting frustrated yet?  Do you need a beer? I'll get you one 'cause I love you too!
- (During a game of pretending to be puppies/kittens in response to Linda saying, "How many times do I have to tell you?") You have to keep telling.  You are the mommy, so every time.  Every time you tell me. And don't get angry with me because you know I don't like to listen to you when you get angry.  That's your job; you work all the time to tell me. You are the mommy. Got it?  Now come here and get a kitty treat!

The Curse Of The Jets Blanket

Drama? Intrigue? Mystery?  An injured Welkah, Tawmy's broken ribs... After this wekeends games, I suggest those in New England ask Papa Nick to explain the curse of the Jets blanket.

Steve and his victorious Jets blanket in RFK Stadium, DC.

Things Kids Say

It's been hard to keep up with these posts. Linda's 48 year old mind in a four year old's body is constantly churning out whoppers. Last night as we were putting Linda to bed she had to make one more trip to the toilet. Sorry about all the bathroom posts.

Linda: My hair is magic.
Steve: Oh Yeah?
L: Yeah, when I pull on it it makes the poop stuck in my butt come out easier. (Pulls hair, grunts, plop.) If you had longer hair, maybe it would be easier for you to poop.

New Pics

Just posted some new/old pictures of Linda. What a cute baby she was- look at all that chub.

New Pics

I just uploaded a bunch of new pics from Christmas weekend in Danvers, Ma. I'll work on getting some of the movies posted shortly. Click on over and have a look.

Ho, ho, ho...NO WAY!

In organizing the unofficial photo shelf today I came across the three photos with Santa to which I've dragged my kids- 2006 Linda 15 mo, 2008 Linda 3 & Elizabeth 14 mo, 2009 Linda 4 & Elizabeth 2. [Note: 2007 never happened because by the time we got through the anamatronic Dicken's Villiage at Macy's to Santa, Elizabeth was sound asleep and Linda was so freaked out she wouldn't even let me touch her, let alone sit on Santa's lap.] As you can see, we've progressed from me shoving Linda next to Santa for the shot to Auntie Kristen having to get in the shot (and some pretty upset faces despite) to fained smiles and a temporary grip on my hand. And why do I keep doing this even though it seems to bring discomfort and anxiety to my kids? Because it's a holiday tradition that people all over the world participate in. Shouldn't kids be excited to see Santa and make their wishes known? Shouldn't kids be very weary to sit on a stranger's lap and whisper their greatest hopes in his ear? I think the fact that the girls are cautious makes me happier than how the ultimate kid friendly holiday icon creeps them out amuses me. And this year they both get excited at the prospect/thought of seeing and talking to Santa, but the willing suspension of disbelief thins quickly when presented with a real guy. I'd kind of expect them to be as weary of the Easter bunny, grown-up size Dora, or even Jesus himself if asked to sit on their laps. After our latest Santa photo shoot, while eating mall nut & fruit mix nearby, Linda remembered something she had to tell Santa. I suggested we write him a letter/email, thinking that this might be more pleasant for her. Linda responded, "I think I better just tell him now while we're both here." and called him over to the fence to let him know about Cinderella's castle. At least our Santa photo trip has had positive effects on her efficiency.

New Pics

Lots of new photos on the Flickr page of Linda and Elizabeth paying in the snow. Click on over and have a look.