Saturday, April 4, 2009
Funny Stories
Okay, I have a bunch of funny stories that I won't remember so I am putting them here, in no particular order:
- Hazel and I went to Costco this morning and I put her in the back seat while I put stuff in the trunk. When I was done and went to buckle her in she was freaking out and said, "You just left me here to die!" Yeah, cause that is what I do.
- Hazel went to a sleepover at Tutu's (Geoff's mom) house and asked me if Tutu had cookie mix and I said that I didn't think so but maybe they could make them from scratch. Hazel said, "No, she can't. Her lives in Bountiful." Two reasons this is funny. (1) Tutu is not a big cook. She probably could make them from scratch but it brings me to (2) when I was telling Tutu the story I got bunched in the arm before I made it to the reason why she couldn't make them from scratch and AND! she had the cookie dough that you just break apart and cookie. (bah!)
- When we got to Tutu's house, as I pulled in the parking lot, Hazel said, "I know where her (sic) lives, I will just run there." I told her I needed to hold her hand while we crossed the parking lot. So, we got to the sidewalk and she said, "I know where her lives, I will just run there." I told her I would walk her there and she repeated, "I know where her lives, bye bye." As if I am just going to let her run to the condo. But then I explained that I needed to carry her stuff and she huffed and said, "fine."
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
We are much better, thank you.
Okay, just a quick update (no pictures because I don't know where the camera is, or it is not sitting next to my elbow and I am too lazy to find it). We are all feeling much better. Geoff is still a little sick, or just worn out. Or something. But Hazel and I are almost back to full strength. And I have a couple of stories:
- When Hazel was getting her x-ray I was explaining how the machine would take a picture of her insides to see how she was doing. So, she stood with her tiny little back to the machine and then opened her mouth as wide as she could. It was hilarious. And then I explained how the rays would travel through her body and she didn't need to open her mouth.
- Hazel and I were at the U-scan, which I tolerate and she loves. The cashier came over and was talking to Hazel and telling her what a great job she was doing and how maybe she could work there when she got older. Hazel looked at her and said, "No, I can't. I am going to college." And I was simultaneously mortified and proud that she knows she must go to college. Luckily, the cashier was fairly young and probably in college herself.
- We had dinner tonight by candlelight. Hazel was thrilled. The magic of candles is awesome.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Finally a stinkin' update
So, life has been crazy lately. I mean, it is always a little hectic but it seems a little unreasonably so lately. I realize so people have much worse lives. And then I stress about that too. My point is this, I have not updated in quite a while.
In no particular order, in the past week-ish, Hazel has:
1- Dumped a bottle of leave-in conditioner on the computer
2- Dumped a bottle of water on the computer
3- Dumped a tube of body wash (!) on the table, and chair, and herself
4- Eaten a GIANT lollypop unsupervised and got lolly-goo everywhere
5- Peed in her "hot house" (bunch of chairs with a blanket over them ) hot+pee=not great
6- Been obsessed with Triscuit dying
7- Started ballet
8-Played endless hours on the computer, she can close our windows and start her games all by herself (not great)
9- Worn her princess dress pretty much every day
Okay so I can't upload pictures and that is lame. Blogger is giving me an error and Geoff is at the old house working on the basement (yeah, we still need renters, anyone interested??) so he can't fix it and thus I give up. I am going to work on the dresses I promised Hazel.
I will update with pictures later.
Blah.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
The Wilde Manor
Okay, so this picture has nothing to do with the rest of my post and was taken almost a month ago but I think it is adorable. Thus, I put it on my blog.
Okay, so here is the update of my casa.
Okay, so here is the update of my casa.We have painted the living room, dining room, kitchen, the south bathroom, and the new bedrooms. Basically, we have painted most of the main floor, except the entryway, the north bathroom and what I am now calling the closet, formerly a kitchen. And it is all white-white-white. Like I live in an igloo.
So, here is the dining room, in the process of being painted. See how I taped off all the windows? And then Geoff got mad because some go vertically. This is what you get when you hire a CPA to do your manual labor. I am not meant for such work!
The long view of the living/dining room. I am very proud of the wall that is no longer there. It really makes the room look better.
And the kitchen in progress. You can't really tell but the three closest cabinets were painted at this point (they are all painted now and have pulls and look great). This actually a fairly accurate representation of the paint color. I.E. gross. Oh, so here is one random story: I finished putting all 25 (!) handles back on my cabinets and thought everything was looking pretty good. I asked Hazel what she thought of the kitchen. She said, "It's kind of hideous." HIDEOUS! It looks like a million times better and she said it was "kind of hideous."
And, this is Hazel's soon-to-be bedroom. The part Geoff is working on had a giant piece of paint come off. I don't know how. I am sure I didn't pull it off. But, I sure was proud of it when it was off. Anyway, my point is this: Hazel's soon-to-be bedroom has a LOT of trim. Miles of it. A ridiculous amount of trim. It was/is (not done yet) a beast to paint. And needs a second coat. Or third, or fourth or whatever we are on. 
Oh, but look how much better it looks already. We did not paint the fireplace. And we probably won't until we remodel the main floor. And the floor is, as Hazel would say, hideous. Notice the plastic covering adhesive remover in the bottom right corner. I don't know what we are going to do with the bedrooms. The both had carpet with pad that was glued to the floor. Everything was so old that the pad has basically bonded with the paint and whatever else was on the wood. It sucks.
The dining room post paint. But, pre-carpet removal (obviously). I-G-L-O-O.
The kitchen in painting progress. I realize I am in no order here and it would be nice if I would group kitchen with kitchen and what-not. But, not going to happen. I am exhausted and lucky to be coherent enough to type. And upload pictures. Seriously, Internet, what more do you want from me???
Here is our bedroom, post painting. Ummm.....this is kind of a lame picture. I wonder why I uploaded it. Maybe I am not as coherent as I first thought. Anyway, I thought about painting another color in the closet and window seat insets. But, I don't know what color. I totally get mind-freeze when it comes to picking colors. Thus, the igloo.
Hazel got tired while lazing around not really helping at all.* And decided to cover herself with newspaper and have a nap. It seems I am raising a hobo.
The long view of the living/dining room. I am very proud of the wall that is no longer there. It really makes the room look better.
And the kitchen in progress. You can't really tell but the three closest cabinets were painted at this point (they are all painted now and have pulls and look great). This actually a fairly accurate representation of the paint color. I.E. gross. Oh, so here is one random story: I finished putting all 25 (!) handles back on my cabinets and thought everything was looking pretty good. I asked Hazel what she thought of the kitchen. She said, "It's kind of hideous." HIDEOUS! It looks like a million times better and she said it was "kind of hideous."
And, this is Hazel's soon-to-be bedroom. The part Geoff is working on had a giant piece of paint come off. I don't know how. I am sure I didn't pull it off. But, I sure was proud of it when it was off. Anyway, my point is this: Hazel's soon-to-be bedroom has a LOT of trim. Miles of it. A ridiculous amount of trim. It was/is (not done yet) a beast to paint. And needs a second coat. Or third, or fourth or whatever we are on. 
Oh, but look how much better it looks already. We did not paint the fireplace. And we probably won't until we remodel the main floor. And the floor is, as Hazel would say, hideous. Notice the plastic covering adhesive remover in the bottom right corner. I don't know what we are going to do with the bedrooms. The both had carpet with pad that was glued to the floor. Everything was so old that the pad has basically bonded with the paint and whatever else was on the wood. It sucks.
The dining room post paint. But, pre-carpet removal (obviously). I-G-L-O-O.
The kitchen in painting progress. I realize I am in no order here and it would be nice if I would group kitchen with kitchen and what-not. But, not going to happen. I am exhausted and lucky to be coherent enough to type. And upload pictures. Seriously, Internet, what more do you want from me???
Here is our bedroom, post painting. Ummm.....this is kind of a lame picture. I wonder why I uploaded it. Maybe I am not as coherent as I first thought. Anyway, I thought about painting another color in the closet and window seat insets. But, I don't know what color. I totally get mind-freeze when it comes to picking colors. Thus, the igloo.
Hazel got tired while lazing around not really helping at all.* And decided to cover herself with newspaper and have a nap. It seems I am raising a hobo.
Although, it seems she can rouse from her hobo dreams to have a hobo snack on the floor. Notice, no carpets. Yee-haw! One day, we will refinish the floor and they will be beautiful. So sayeth the Meadow.
And now I am going to put my little hobo and myself to bed. For I am, as they say, exhausted.
*Seriously, my kid is NO help on this house thing. I would go so far as to say she is, in fact, a hinderance. Luckily, my mom came down last week and took care of Hazel. Then Hazel had a sleepover at Tutu's house. Then she started REALLY missing her mom and dad. She has claimed the Harry Potter room under the stairs and it is now full of stuffed animals, a monkey chair and her portable DVD player (which was meant to be because the nail holes that were already in the wall totally fit it.) So, then she can be around us without actually getting in the way. Except that she likes helping. Okay, this is the longest side note ever. Meadow out.
Labels: hazel, New House, Stories
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Nashville Ramblin'
Okay, I am going to keep my Nashville stories, that don't have pictures, here
- Hazel and Meadow spent a good hour in the pool yesterday playing with "kitties". They were not real kitties, but we had a great time. We fed them and let them swim and named them "Charlie" and "Charlie 2". After the Charlie Daniel's Band. Because it is hard to think of names. When we went into the bathroom to dry our swimsuits she made sure to put the "kitties" on the ground and then scoop them up when we were done. She is still very concerned about them today. Apparently, she is keeping them in one of the drawers under the sink.
- The napping/sleeping situation is less than ideal. We are all in one room, instead of Hazel having her own room. This makes for an overly-tired baby. She has actually been okay but gets a little nuts and starts saying crazy things, such as, "Bingo-bango ate my baby." It started as just "bingo-bango" but then Geoff kept thinking it was, "dingo" and that it ate her baby, and it has evolved from there.
- Monday night, we walked to the mall to eat at the Aquarium restaurant. Not surprisingly, it was not so delicious. But, there was a giant aquarium, and that was pretty cool. The weather is NOT at all cool. It is blazing hot in Nashville. Even at 9:30pm. On the way back to the hotel, Hazel was quite tired and hot. She decided that she no longer needed to wear a shirt. (#57 in the list of things Hazel has in common with a frat boy, she doesn't like to wear shirts) So, we walked home a good part of the way with Hazel wearing no shirt. We told her that a maintenance truck was looking for girls without shirts (some sort of shirt-police), and she got super-worried and put on her shirt.
- Then we got into the hotel and she decided to somersault the entire way to the room. It is a quarter of a mile from the convention center to our room, this is not an easy distance to somersault. At other times she has decided to walk "like a dinosaur" (hands on the ground, butt in the air) and to walk backwards down the long, long hallway. We do not move quickly.
- Wednesday we went to the Adventure Science Center (a children's museum). Hazel seems to have inherited Aunt Jenni's fear and loathing of see-through floors. A good portion of the museum has the floors with holes (like in a factory). She did not love those parts and need to be carried.
- At the ASC, they had a body exhibit (not Bodies, with the plasticized people). In it there was an ambulance you could drive. Hazel LOVED this and would have happily driven the ambulance all day. All the while chanting, "I am driving! I am driving!"
- Then there is the swimming. A lot of swimming. A couple of the pools are only 18-inches deep and perfect for the Hazel. Hazel and Geoff swam for about two hours this evening while Meadow went to meetings. This brings the total swimming hours to approximately 1,500.
- Everything is fried down here. And the only vegetable is corn. No point. I am just sayin'.
Labels: hazel, Stories, Tennessee
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The Monster!
Here is my quick story for the night*:
Geoff is off at his sister's watching some game with the cousins, so Hazel and I have been chillin', like villains. All night she has been talking about the monster. We have to hide from the monster, we brush teeth like the monster (?), I even had to snuggle her on my lap to save her from the monster. The last bit was actually rather nice since normally it is like trying to snuggle a sack of rabid weasels.
Alas, the good times had to end and momma needs to study (or blog, whatever). So, we go in her room and read Lilly's Big Day and The Nose Book. And then she does NOT want to go to sleep, up and down and wiggling and asking for stuff and generally acting like a two-year-old. Then she starts in on the monster bit again. So, I told her that I would be right outside her door (true, I brought the laptop upstairs) and wouldn't let the monster in her room. And that if she was really quiet and stayed in bed and kept her eyes closes the monster couldn't get her.
Normally, it takes like 45 minutes to get that kid to calm down and go to sleep. But, man, the fear of the monster is totally working. Not a peep. If I knew the monster threat was so powerful, I would have used it before. Maybe it is better to keep for the nights I really need it.
The end. Now I will study.
*This is obviously a blatant attempt to avoid studying. Which sucks. The studying, not the avoiding.
Geoff is off at his sister's watching some game with the cousins, so Hazel and I have been chillin', like villains. All night she has been talking about the monster. We have to hide from the monster, we brush teeth like the monster (?), I even had to snuggle her on my lap to save her from the monster. The last bit was actually rather nice since normally it is like trying to snuggle a sack of rabid weasels.
Alas, the good times had to end and momma needs to study (or blog, whatever). So, we go in her room and read Lilly's Big Day and The Nose Book. And then she does NOT want to go to sleep, up and down and wiggling and asking for stuff and generally acting like a two-year-old. Then she starts in on the monster bit again. So, I told her that I would be right outside her door (true, I brought the laptop upstairs) and wouldn't let the monster in her room. And that if she was really quiet and stayed in bed and kept her eyes closes the monster couldn't get her.
Normally, it takes like 45 minutes to get that kid to calm down and go to sleep. But, man, the fear of the monster is totally working. Not a peep. If I knew the monster threat was so powerful, I would have used it before. Maybe it is better to keep for the nights I really need it.
The end. Now I will study.
*This is obviously a blatant attempt to avoid studying. Which sucks. The studying, not the avoiding.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Adorableness to Counteract the Cranky Post of a Few Days Ago
So, I am sitting here "studying", except for that I am not because there is a small person helping, and I yell for Geoff that I need water. Because let me tell you, yo, studying makes a gal thirsty. And Hazel yells, "Dad, I need water too!" For some reason, this strikes me as adorable.
Also, she is coloring with "mom's pink pen", aka my highlighter. And, whilst drawing she is narrating. Apparently, she is drawing something with wings, and then she proceeds to show me how wings work. With all the arm flapping that a two-year-old can muster. Two wings. Oh, it is an airplane. Honestly, I thought it was a snail.
Currently, she is spinning in our office chair and singing "Frere Jacque." (you know the French song, I am not sure of the spelling and not willing to Google it)
Maybe you had to be there.
Totally better than studying for the stupid CPA exam. Which I will probably fail. And then I will cry. Boo hoo.
Oh, and then there is the story of the "not clapping." So, the other night at dinner, Hazel does something fantastic (I forget what), and decides it is worthy of.... I don't know, something. And proceeds to "not clap", which is, of course, where she brings her hands not quite together. Geoff asks her what she is doing and she replies, "not clapping." Again, maybe you had to be there.
Also, she is coloring with "mom's pink pen", aka my highlighter. And, whilst drawing she is narrating. Apparently, she is drawing something with wings, and then she proceeds to show me how wings work. With all the arm flapping that a two-year-old can muster. Two wings. Oh, it is an airplane. Honestly, I thought it was a snail.
Currently, she is spinning in our office chair and singing "Frere Jacque." (you know the French song, I am not sure of the spelling and not willing to Google it)
Maybe you had to be there.
Totally better than studying for the stupid CPA exam. Which I will probably fail. And then I will cry. Boo hoo.
Oh, and then there is the story of the "not clapping." So, the other night at dinner, Hazel does something fantastic (I forget what), and decides it is worthy of.... I don't know, something. And proceeds to "not clap", which is, of course, where she brings her hands not quite together. Geoff asks her what she is doing and she replies, "not clapping." Again, maybe you had to be there.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Pros and Cons of having a two-year-old
Horrible things Hazel has done today, that make me absolutely crazy:
- Blew her nose all over her face. I cannot begin to describe (a) how disgusting this is and (b) how crazy it makes me. (After Geoff got home she blew her nose on HIS face, and that is definitely more disgusting.)
- Refused to get dressed. Only wanted jammies. When she decided it would be okay for her to get dressed she only wanted the cow shirt, which is, of course, dirty. I have got to find another cow shirt.
- Threw a full container of yogurt across the room, which exploded when it hit the treadmill, sending yogurt everywhere.
- Also, at breakfast threw a spoonful of applesauce and yogurt on her pile of papers. This was after asking me to help her and then when I did help her getting upset and saying, “I do myself.” Make up your mind!
- The flippant, “Sorry, mom”. Don’t apologize if you are not actually sorry.
- Flipped over her table and chairs, ala the Hulk, when I offered her a coloring book. I knew it was coming, I saw the rage, and could not stop the destruction. What is so horrible about a coloring book that causes her to Hulk-out? I think she wanted to color somewhere else, not at her table.
- Pulled the curtains on the front door, bending the curtain rod.
- Kicked me right in the breastbone while I was changing her diapers. Like it isn’t bad enough that I have to change a poopy diaper, I also have to get kicked.
- Slapped me on the cheek while being on snuggly on my lap. She just can’t stand too much niceness and must prove that she can still be a mean little cuss.
Cute things Hazel has done that have helped me NOT want to sell her to the gypsies:
- Actually cleaned up the table and chair mess, including crayons and coloring book, and said “I want to sit by mommy.”
- Walking around wearing my shoes. Maybe if she walked a mile in my shoes she would understand about the stuff that makes me crazy. But, then she would probably do more of it. Because that is how she rolls.
- Snuggled on my lap in all of her warm, little two-year-old goodness.
- Used a pink crayon as “lipstick.” I am not sure where this is coming from because I am not a lipstick person myself. It was adorable, however.
- Doing crazy “exercises” on her table, I think they were supposed to be push-ups. And counting while she is doing them. Totally gets them from her dad, as I don’t do any exercises that require counting. Or really much of ANY exercises.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
A couple of stories
Well, not so much stories as sentences.
1- Hazel has a headband, it is green with a big flower on it, I think it came from Tayvia. Anyway, she never really like to wear it as a headband but she LOVES to wear it as a belt. All the time. As in, she slept with it on last night. And the other day she was wearing pants that were too big and didn't have elastic in the waist (!!!) and I wanted her to wear a real belt, but she said "No!" because she already had a belt.
2- She only wears jammies. Seriously, it is a fight to get her to wear anything else. I know jammies are comfortable but it is not like she has to wear a suit, her clothes are pretty close to jammies. She used to wear clothes all day, then she decided she needed to wear jammies to nap, now she is in them pretty much all day. I do make her get dressed if we leave the house, however.
3- Whenever she has a little "owie", she blames it on the bumblebee. This is from the 'Baby Bumblebee' song. There are not a lot of bumblebees around in January but they still get the blame.
4- If she coughs and I ask her to cough into her elbow, she will fake cough into her elbow. Sometimes she remembers to really cough into her elbow, but either way is pretty funny.
5- Yesterday, Hazel told me, "Hazel no potty, Hazel like poop pants." I think this does not bode well for my desire to get her potty trained.
Oh, and I have officially started studying for my CPA exam. I have the (crazy, expensive but highly effective) review courses on CD, video lectures, and Hazel likes to watch "mommy's movies". They might be entertaining for the 10-seconds she is watching them but after the first three or so hours, the novelty wears off.
1- Hazel has a headband, it is green with a big flower on it, I think it came from Tayvia. Anyway, she never really like to wear it as a headband but she LOVES to wear it as a belt. All the time. As in, she slept with it on last night. And the other day she was wearing pants that were too big and didn't have elastic in the waist (!!!) and I wanted her to wear a real belt, but she said "No!" because she already had a belt.
2- She only wears jammies. Seriously, it is a fight to get her to wear anything else. I know jammies are comfortable but it is not like she has to wear a suit, her clothes are pretty close to jammies. She used to wear clothes all day, then she decided she needed to wear jammies to nap, now she is in them pretty much all day. I do make her get dressed if we leave the house, however.
3- Whenever she has a little "owie", she blames it on the bumblebee. This is from the 'Baby Bumblebee' song. There are not a lot of bumblebees around in January but they still get the blame.
4- If she coughs and I ask her to cough into her elbow, she will fake cough into her elbow. Sometimes she remembers to really cough into her elbow, but either way is pretty funny.
5- Yesterday, Hazel told me, "Hazel no potty, Hazel like poop pants." I think this does not bode well for my desire to get her potty trained.
Oh, and I have officially started studying for my CPA exam. I have the (crazy, expensive but highly effective) review courses on CD, video lectures, and Hazel likes to watch "mommy's movies". They might be entertaining for the 10-seconds she is watching them but after the first three or so hours, the novelty wears off.
Friday, November 16, 2007
November? Already?!?!
Hazel and her lion.
She put this sweater on all by herself. Mom helped with the pigtails.
Hazel is getting really good at signing. She knows way more signs then we do, and likes to show them off. A couple of days ago I was taking pictures of Hazel and she asked me to take pictures of various toys (see the lion above). Today we are going through pictures and she sees this picture of a penguin:
This was the result (hard to tell in a still photo but she is signing penquin and it is darn cute):
Oh, and she has discovered the joy that is Oreo. Oh-wee-oh.
Obviously, she was quite embarrased by the mess she made.
And some random stories without photos:
She put this sweater on all by herself. Mom helped with the pigtails.
Hazel is getting really good at signing. She knows way more signs then we do, and likes to show them off. A couple of days ago I was taking pictures of Hazel and she asked me to take pictures of various toys (see the lion above). Today we are going through pictures and she sees this picture of a penguin:
This was the result (hard to tell in a still photo but she is signing penquin and it is darn cute):
Oh, and she has discovered the joy that is Oreo. Oh-wee-oh.
Obviously, she was quite embarrased by the mess she made.
And some random stories without photos:- Hazel has been having great fun playing with dolls singing, “Rock baby, rock baby” over and over again. Also, tucking in the doll, or bunny, or kitty, or alligator, etc. in and kissing it goodnight.
- She also has taken to riding the rocking horse crazily saying “yee-haw, yee-haw”, again with much chanting over and over again. Actually, it is probably closer to “ee-aw” like what a donkey says. Also, sometimes animals get to ride too. Right now it is a bunny.
- Early today she was rocking so crazily that she flipped the rocking horse over. She got up and said "WHOA! Big ee-aw!"
- She will ask for “pia-cy” (privacy) when using her potty. Not going to happen.
- She also insiststhat mommy gets a sticker for using the potty. For, you see, Hazel gets a sticker for using the potty. It is only fair that mommy gets one too.
- When she wakes up, she will sometimes alert me by saying, “Mom, I wake.” This is greatly preferable to her waking up cranky.
- She claps and cheers when we finally get what she is saying/signing. Like, “Way to go, you idiot, I have been saying cheese for like an hour here.”
- When I ask her what she wants for breakfast, I usually get one of two responses. The first is, “food”. If I ask for clarification, as in “do you want eggs?”, “No! Food!”. The second response is, “candy”. She does not get candy for breakfast. I counter her candy with let’s say eggs. “No eggs. Candy?” And so on and so forth. Both of these can go on for quite some time. Eventually we just end up eating oatmeal.
Labels: dirty, food, hazel, signing, Stories
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
A Brief History of October
A few things notable October events:
- Hazel learned about tents. This involves putting something, especially a blanket, over her head. In fact, Hazel and the daddy are playing in a tent this very moment.
- Hazel learned about "lights on" and how to turn on the dining room light (aided by the fact that our safe is sitting under the light switch and is the perfect height to assist her in turning it on).
- A whole lot of "shut up"s and "don't know"s
- Even more crazy outfits (see exhibit a) - why does she have the carbon monoxide tester? I have no idea. We will probably die in our sleep.
- Not a lot of naps.
- (random story) One night I mentioned to Geoff that I needed to go to the library the next day because I had books due. All Hazel heard was library and she got very excited. She got her stuff ready and started chanting "li-berry, li-berry". When I explained that we were not going until the next day, she lost it. However, when the next day came and we actually went to the library she was ecstatic. A girl after my own library-lovin' heart. Or, really her librarian grandma's heart.
- Oh, and a lot of candy. And it isn't even Halloween yet.
- Fish faces, really silly faces in general.
- Helping daddy rake leaves.
- And, apparently, a lot of ponytails and looking concerned.
Labels: Geoff, hair, hazel, library, Stories
Friday, August 17, 2007
Funny Stories
No photos but a couple of funny stories:
Hazel likes to make fart noises with her mouth and/or her hand. And sometimes her butt. But those are actually farts and not just noises. Anyway, one day she was making a lot of fart noises, for like five minutes, and at the end she said “dad”. Like it was her symphony to Geoff. I found it absolutely hilarious. Geoff found it less funny.
Hazel made a huge mess in her room (this is not unusual). I went in and say the mess and asked her who made such a big mess. She replied, “dada?”. I explained that her dad was at work and I didn’t think he made the mess. She then said, “Na-ho?”. Again, I explained that I didn’t think Nacho was responsible for pulling ALL the books off the shelf. She thought for a minute and said, “T-ta” (as in T-dog, or Triscuit). I told her to try again. She finally replied, “Hay?” And I agreed. Then she was all happy and repeating, “Hay, Hay, Hay”. I just loved that she was trying to shift the blame to other family members.
Hazel likes to make fart noises with her mouth and/or her hand. And sometimes her butt. But those are actually farts and not just noises. Anyway, one day she was making a lot of fart noises, for like five minutes, and at the end she said “dad”. Like it was her symphony to Geoff. I found it absolutely hilarious. Geoff found it less funny.
Hazel made a huge mess in her room (this is not unusual). I went in and say the mess and asked her who made such a big mess. She replied, “dada?”. I explained that her dad was at work and I didn’t think he made the mess. She then said, “Na-ho?”. Again, I explained that I didn’t think Nacho was responsible for pulling ALL the books off the shelf. She thought for a minute and said, “T-ta” (as in T-dog, or Triscuit). I told her to try again. She finally replied, “Hay?” And I agreed. Then she was all happy and repeating, “Hay, Hay, Hay”. I just loved that she was trying to shift the blame to other family members.
Labels: Stories
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