Presidents

After the English-History questioning, Henry moved onto a History of our Presidents. Something I sure don't have as strong a knowledge-base. That's more Dada's political-science background.

Henry: George Washington was the first President an' Abraham Lincoln was the 16th.
Mama: Yes, you're right.
Henry: Is President Obama still President?
Mama: Yes, he is. People vote for someone and they become our President.
Henry: I would vote for Abraham Lincoln.
Mama: Well, you can't. He lived a long time ago.
Henry: You have to vote for someone alive?
Mama: Yes.

I can't believe I had to clarify that.

Robin Hood and English History lessons

While watching "Robin Hood" with Henry (Disney version of course), I made the mistake of mentioning there really was a Prince John and King Richard. This sparked an onslaught of questions.

Henry: Really?

Mama: Yes and do you know who their Mama was? Eleanor of Acquitaine. And their Daddy was Henry, like you. Richard was married to Berengaria of Navarre and John was married to Isabella of Angouleme....

Henry: Tell me who everyone else was married to! All the rabbits an' pigs an' dogs!

Mama: Those are made-up characters, Henry. I don't know who they really were. Richard and John lived a long, long time ago- 800 years ago.

Henry: They're dead now, aren't they?

Mama: Yes.

Henry: I'm so smart.

Guess so.

My I-Don't-Care-About-Football Post

Ugh. I don't like football.
I tolerate it (kinda have to since I'm married to a serious football fan- the guy's even an official). It's actually not that bad. He doesn't drag me to NFL games and I always know I can get him "something" with his team logo and it's a sure win for a present. Except that scarf I knitted him in the team colors. Yeah, thanks for never wearing that.

So I don't even know who played this year, let alone who won. I'm sure I've heard the pairing a few hundred times this week but I blocked it out as too uninteresting and not worth my limited memory-space.
What Henry VIII was doing only hours after his second wife was executed, now that's fascinating. Who cares if it happened 500 years ago. He was busy planning his wedding for his third wife, if you care.




Guys who can barely read at a high school level winning an all-expenses-paid pass to go to elite universities? Guys slamming into one another to advance the position of an inflated piece of leather? Guys getting PARALYZED over the same piece of leather?
Yeah, I just don't get it. Just like you don't get why I have a closet stocked with yarn and never seem to have the right color/amount/weight for the latest creation that's sparked my interest.


I don't hate all sports though. I do like the communitas of a hockey game although it's been a LONG time since we've gone to one of those.
Meh. At least it's over for a few months...until the draft.

Family Puzzletime...and Yoda

I had this crazy moment at a church rummage sale where I purchased a stack of 100-piece adorable animal puzzles for the kids. "50 cents each! What a bargain!"
Except that I forgot I HATE putting puzzles together. I also hate mind teasers, Rubic's cubes, crossword puzzles, you name it. My mind gets enough of a workout at my job and then with wrangling two small children afterwards until I collapse at bedtime right along with them.
Luckily, my husband LOVES puzzles and all that other stuff. So while I gamely tried to put the cute little fawn puzzle together tonight with Henry while Kathryn threw the random piece into the works, I didn't last beyond feebly putting together the frame before throwing in the towel.
Dada is now dutifully assembling it while Henry looks on and offers bossy little suggestions.


Mama: Look at your father. He's like the Yoda of puzzles. See his green skin and pointy ears?
Henry (peering intently): Mama! I don't see the GREEN SKIN!
*Pause*
Mama: Noticed you didn't say anything about the pointy ears.
Henry (unfazed): He doesn't have GREEN skin! He has RED skin!
(Dada does have a rather florid complexion)
Henry: He's like the RED YODA!

Pavlov's waffles

my first Kat-humor!

Kat woke up bright and early Saturday morning, gathered 3 of her favorite-est books and headed into the living room. I put an English muffin in the toaster and as SOON as she heard that *click* of the toaster-lever, she scrambled down off the sofa and ran into the kitchen, standing on her tiptoes to peer onto the counter.

Mama: Can you say "Pavlov?"
Kat: WAA-FFLE!!

Yep, same thing.

The Meaning of "Uh-Oh"

Kat: Uh-Oh

Could mean anything from "I dropped a raisin on the floor (*gasp!*) to "I did something to the computer and now it has the blue screen of death" (*Meh. Dada will fix it).

Kids' translation- everything's a game

My mom's been teaching Henry about germs when he was on the farm yesterday (ie why we don't rub our hands on a manure-covered rail and stick our fingers in our mouth).
Grammy:White cells help the red cells by attacking the germs.
Henry's translation? "The white man an' red man game!"

Great.....we're not wildy racist, I promise.