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Friday Fun! Overreacting

Yup. That's William. :)
Yup. That’s William. 🙂

William: There are more boys in the world than girls.

Mommy: How do you know that?

William: My teacher told me. She knows lots of things.

Charlie (very seriously): Maybe he talked to God!

Mommy suppresses giggles.

William: No, Charlie!

Just when Mommy thinks that William is going to correct Charlie’s thinking that God directly talks to people anymore, he instead says indignantly: My teacher’s a she, not a he.

Glad we cleared that up.

I picked William up from school last Friday and he had earned a new toy from his class’ treasure box. He had chosen a mini bowling game, about the size of a jacks game. Charlie, of course was chomping at the bit to play with William’s new toy.

We went to the Y after school and when we got back in the car, Charlie managed to get his hands on the game. I was still outside the car when I heard a clatter and then William shrieked as if someone had cut off his finger.

“What happened?” I asked.

William was beside himself and could hardly breathe let alone answer. I thought that Charlie had hit him on the head or something. Hubby answered for William.

“Charlie threw the bowling game and several of the pins fell between the seats.”

One of these days William is going to have to learn how to keep his cool.

William was counting by places; first, second, third, etc. When he got to twenty-first, he channeled his inner Pippi Longstocking and called it “twenty-wonst.”

The boys hate waiting at red lights as much as we do. Last night, we waited at a red turn signal and William sighed. “When’s it gonna turn green.”

I decided to borrow from Whoopi Goldberg. “I bet I can make it turn green with magic,” I said. “Watch.” I saw that the cross street light had turned yellow, so I blew air at the red light and it promptly turned green.

Ever practical William began to cry when I wouldn’t tell him how I did it.

I’d love to hear from you!

Do your kids overreact to silly things? Do you find yourself giggling when they try to figure out numbers? Do you force them to hang on to their wonder just a little bit longer even if they protest?


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Friday Fun! Looking at the World through Minoclears

I'm Wild Will Hiccup. Note my sneer. I get this sneer when I need a nap.
I’m Wild Will Hiccup. Note my sneer. Six years later, this sneer still means I need to go to sleep.

My mom sent the boys camping gear including a pair of binoculars. Neither kid can pronounce it properly, though William successfully pronounces it with a ‘b.’ When Charlie gets a hold of them, he apparently can only see boys from one end of the minoclears, and only girls when he flips them around.

Charlie – Age 4

When William comes home from school, he is usually “starving.” However, he knows my usual offerings. His typical statement as soon as he gets in the door is, “Can I have something except a banana, peas, bread, or oranges?”

Yeah, I know he’s “starving” for refined sugar. I’m such a mean mommy for letting him starve. 😉

William – Age 6

Charlie has a toy train that has the magical ability to fly. 😉 It stops at several stations around the house. One of the stations is the Watch Station. Taking a cue from the “I Love to Laugh” scene from Mary Poppins (which we’ve been watching everyday lately), I asked him, “Is that where they stand around all day and make faces?”

He looked at me very seriously and said, “No, Mommy. That’s where they watch the trains.”

Ah! How silly of me!

Charlie – Age 4

Charlie: I don’t want to be called “Charlie” anymore.

Mommy: Do you want us to call you “Charles?”

Charlie: No.

Mommy: What do you want us to call you?

Charlie: “William!”

Charlie – Age 4

I’d love to hear from you!

How do your kids look at the world? What are some words that they persist in mangling?

Friday Fun

Friday Fun! Tales of a Space Cadet

sleep study blog

Charlie doesn’t sleep well. We’re in the process of an investigative sleep study to find out why his brain isn’t telling him to breathe properly when he sleeps. Needless to say, he doesn’t usually get a good night’s sleep, resulting in some rather humorous behavior. There are obviously many negatives to this, but let’s not go there today. defines a space cadet as “a person who appears to be in his or her own world or out of touch with reality.” Urban Dictionary says this kind of person is “easily lost in reverie” and “does not respond when directly spoken to.” Here’s how Charlie measures up.

In His Own World

I did the ice bucket challenge and had my boys dump the ice water on me – to William’s everlasting enjoyment. I still can’t figure out what Charlie was thinking when I was about to say “GO!” William was poised and ready with his bucket, but Charlie picked his up and started to wander off with it. You would think that the chance to dump ice water on Mommy would grab his attention.

Out of Touch With Reality

Charlie doesn’t seem to possess a concept of time. Yesterday when I picked him up from preschool (a seven minute drive from our house), we hadn’t yet left the parking lot when he asked that quintessential phrase of kid-dom, “Are we there yet?”

Sorry kid, my teleporter is in the shop.

Easily Lost in a Reverie

Charlie will listen to a skip in a CD for a good five minutes – at least. Sometimes my car’s CD player will finally clear it, and then he’ll ask for me to make it do it again. What is going through that funny head of his when all hears is “prac-prac-prac-prac…?” If William is in the car, he humors his brother for a while but eventually asks me to go past the skip.

Does Not Respond When Directly Spoken To

I think any kid has trouble with this. But an example of our usual scenario is:

Charlie plays with the refrigerator magnets. Daddy says, “Charlie we’re going to the toy store!” Charlie still plays with the magnets. “Charlie get your shoes!” Charlie continues playing. “Charlie, we’re going to the toy store!” Charlie continues playing. Daddy moves the magnets out of reach. “Charlie, we’re going to the toy store!”

Charlie finally says, “Oh! I LOVE the toy store!”

I’d love to hear from you!

Do you have a kid who’s a space cadet? Does he or she fit the definition? Or do they create a new definition of the word? What funny things do you do when you don’t get enough sleep?

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Friday Fun! Competition

At least there are plenty of wild flowers, so they don't have to fight over them.
At least there are plenty of wild flowers, so they don’t have to fight over them.

I grew up with one sister. I remember squabbling and fighting occasionally. But my boys compete over EVERYTHING. Is this normal? And when someone “loses,” doesn’t get “his turn,” or thinks the other one did it “wrong,” then we had all better start preparing for the Apocalypse.

And then I wonder… Do my boys realize that I named them for authors, and not royals?

Here are some of the more ridiculous things they fight over:

When getting in the car, who’s first to finish buckling their seat belt.

When getting out of the car, who’s gets to open the front door after I’ve unlocked it. (“I NEVER get to open it!” is a common complaint by whoever missed out that time.)

Who gets to sit in the right hand c orner of the couch when watching TV.

Charlie goes IN the EXIT. William has been reduced to snotty tears many times over this.

Who wins the race upstairs to bed. (This is usually followed by a secondary race to the bathroom where Daddy makes sure the previous “loser” wins.

But the only thing that they fight about that actually warms my heart, is…

who gets Mommy to read them to sleep tonight. ❤

I’d love to hear from you!

What are some of the silly things your kids fight about? Does it drive you nuts?What is something inconsequential that you use to go berserk about? 


It’s So Quiet…

It was eerie. My car was quiet on a Monday morning. No shouts of “He’s copying me!” “He took my Mickey!” “Are we there yet?” “I’m hungry!” “I’m thirsty!” “I wanna hear ‘Nation Once Again’ song!” “No, ‘Brian Boru’s March!'”

I went to the grocery store…by myself. I was in and out in 20 minutes. It would have been faster if I knew where they stocked the WD40. Charlie’s bedroom door is squeaky.

Yup, it’s the first day of school!

Charlie’s in VPK so I have 3 hours every morning to GET STUFF DONE!

But I have to admit, it was hard not walking William to his 1st grade classroom. We’d already been there last week, so he insisted that he could do it himself. *sniff*

Anyway, I’m going to make this post very short so I can get as many chores done with no kids underfoot as I can. And I’m going to listen to an audio book while I do them! Woo hoo! 😀

Happy first day of school, everyone!

Friday Fun

Friday Fun! In Honor of Robin Williams

We will miss him. Image attributed to “Robin Williams Aviano” by U.S. Air Force photo/Airman 1st Class Tabitha M. Mans – Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons –

Monday night, I went to check my email, and Yahoo news reported that Robin Williams had died. I was so shocked, I gasped and blurted it out to hubby before realizing that William was in earshot. He took a strong interest, probably because of the name Williams. He understands about death and that sometimes it just happens whether by old age, poor health, or accident.

But then he asked, “How did he die?” Hubby and I looked at each other. We silently agreed that six was too tender an age to learn about suicide.

I wish I had Robin Williams’ wit. He would have turned the question around to something hilarious. We took the lame route. “We’ll explain when you’re older.”

A couple of days later, William made it funny by accident. He asked, “Did they take that actor you like to the White House and bury him in the sand?”


Oh! Ha! One of the boys’ favorite songs is Harry Belafonte’s “John Henry.” When John Henry dies at the end, they take him to the White House and bury him in the sand.

If William were older, and had seen Patch Adams, I would have quoted my favorite line from that movie. “And if we bury you [backside] up, I have got a place to park my bike.” I can only imagine the kind of gags Robin Williams would have come up with after being compared to John Henry.

While we are deeply saddened that Robin Williams suffered silently, we are also deeply grateful for the brilliant fun, humor, and wisdom he so generously gave us. The world is that much brighter because he was alive.

I’d love to hear from you!

What is your favorite Robin Williams line or moment? Have you ever had to explain suicide to a six-year-old? How did you handle it?

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Friday Fun! Adventures in Learning

moustacheHow do you spell YMCA?

William – age 6


When I visited my mom and sister recently, Jamie led me to his room where he wanted to read his favorite Disney books with me. He would pick a book for each of us. After I read mine aloud, he would “read” his. His stories consisted of, “Dumbo abbodabadeeba” *turn page* “Dumbo abbodabadeeba…”

Jamie – age 2


Mommy: Do you want waffles or cereal for breakfast?

Charlie: I don’t want any of those.

Mommy: How ’bout some eggs?

Charlie: No, I want cereal!

Charlie – age 4


William has been very curious about the weather lately. I even had to explain what an earthquake was because he thought it was a weather phenomena. For some reason, he latched onto a specific idea and will recite it…and recite it…and just be sure you heard, he’ll say it again to anyone who will listen: “A snow storm would not exist in the desert.”

William – age 6


I’d love to hear from you!

What are your funny stories in the adventures of learning? Do your kids say no to anything even when it’s something they want?

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Friday Fun! Surviving Summer via Miracles and the YMCA

Cool CharlieYeah, I missed Wednesday again. *Sigh.* With the exception of popping Tylenol for this weird constant headache, I think I’m on the mend. 🙂 At least I’m not glutened.

Wednesday was the first day of Summer break. I remember last autumn, watching William’s small body walking himself out of the car line to his Kindergarten class for the first time. I remember thinking, “I can’t believe he’s going to be gone for most of the day till the summer!”

Now I’m thinking, “I can’t believe he’s going to be home all summer! How am I going to keep him busy?!”

We got a new above ground pool because Charlie popped a hole in the inflatable ring of the last one when he kept letting the water drain from the side to make mud puddles. But will they swim in it?

Funny question.

Apparently, neither of the boys know the meaning of “refreshing.” They complain that the water is too cold even after it’s been heated by the Florida sun all day. O_0

So Wednesday, I spent most of my day inside in the A/C while the boys fought over a toy of some kind. Did I mention that my head was about to explode at any moment? Yeah. This didn’t bode well for surviving my least favorite season of the year.

Maybe it was inspired by Charlie wearing water wings on his ankles because he wanted to walk on water – when it was warm enough. But we got a miracle in the mailbox Wednesday afternoon.

We’ve been trying to save money for moving to Georgia by the end of the summer, so we let our membership at the YMCA expire last January. It was fine when it was just Charlie and me all day.

Wednesday, I was seriously toying with the notion of summer camp for William, thereby spending any money we’d saved. But then the Y sent us a letter telling us how much they missed us. AND they were going to waive the join fee if we came back!

Cue the burst of breeze, bright light, and choir singing, “Ahhhh!”

Yes, I know it was an ad. But I missed going to the Y so much, just for a place to take the boys and have an occasional break when I needed it. The folks at the Y totally spoke to me when they sent that letter.

So we’re back at the Y. It’s cheaper than summer camp, and not something we’re obligated to bring William to. It gives me a nice break when I need it, and the relief is like a cool swim after working in the sun all day.

Hmm, I wonder if I can insist they make the boys play outside so they’ll swim when we get home?

Do your kids throw you curveballs? Are they weirdly picky? Do they walk on water? Please share!

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Friday Fun! Ewww!

While waiting in the line for the Grover Coaster at Busch Gardens, I was chatting with a parent ahead of us in line. When the line moved, I looked to William to make sure that he was following.

He was following, all right.

He had his tongue out and ran it all the way down the bar that separated the line from where guests boarded the coaster.

Yuck. Just. Yuck.

William – Age 5


Charlie was building his train set (again). He asked for my help setting up the waterwheel. When I put it where the boat was, he said, “No, it’s in the water where there are crocodiles.”


So I set it on the other side of the track so it wouldn’t be in the invisible pond. “There,” I said. “Now it’s not in the water, but close by.”

Apparently, that didn’t make much sense to him because his response was, “If you say so.”

Hmm, I wonder where he heard that one…

Charlie – Age 4


Charlie argued with me over whether he should eat a rice cake or the rice pudding that he asked for and never finished.

“Rice cake!” He said.

“Rice pudding!” I said.

“Rice cake!”

“Rice pudding!”

Eventually, Charlie started saying, “Rice rice cake!”

So, of course, the first thing that came out of my mouth was to sing (to the tune of ‘Ice, Ice, Baby’), “Rice, rice pudding. Ba-bum ba-bum, ba-da, bum-bum. Vanilla rice, rice pudding…”

That stopped the argument for a moment because Charlie looked at me like I had two heads. 😀

Charlie – Age 4


When I was putting Charlie to bed, he kept picking his nose. I told him not to. When I checked on him after he fell asleep, he had a booger on his cheek.

Charlie – Age 4

Are your kids gross? Or are they too cute to be too gross? Do they inadvertently pop songs in your head?

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Friday Fun! 3 Ways to Monkey Around and 1 or 2 Ways to Give Mommy a Heart Attack

Charlie came running to me with his battery-powered rocket ship alarm clock. “Mommy, do the monkeywave!”

“The what?” I asked.

“The monkeywave!”

“What’s the monkeywave?”

“No, the…mike…mikey…mikeywave!”

“The microwave?”


That’s when I realized that he wanted me to light up the digital clock read-out on the rocket ship. It glows like the numbers on the microwave.

Charlie – Age 4


Heard from the living room while I was in the kitchen:

Charlie happily singing, “…the monkey chased the weasel, the monkey thought-” thunk! Then a mild whimper.

I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” The song apparently is too happy for his mood now, and is not resumed.

Charlie – Age 4


We took the boys to the playground one evening. It is a rather tall structure with three levels and two twisty tube slides coming from the upper level. We had already warned William about climbing up the outside of the tube slide. But he had only just climbed on at the bottom.

About 10 minutes later, hubby calls out “Shea!” It sounded urgent, so I came running and found that Charlie had climbed to the top of the tube that was not in my line of sight. O_o If he had fallen, it would have been a 20 foot drop!

He didn’t seem to understand our panic.

He sighed and began to scoot down with an attitude as if to say, “Okay, fine.” As he got lower, he was all smiles, trying to reassure us that what he had done was perfectly safe. “See, I can do it all by myself!”

I’m not sure that I’ve properly breathed since.

Charlie – Age 4


This last thing has nothing to do with monkeys. It’s random. Like the thoughts of a 5-year-old. 😉 It’s also for those of you with a more morbid sense of humor.

While I put William to bed, he got off topic and told me a story about an airplane being taken over by a bad guy. I guess the idea slipped into my subconscious and that night I had a dream about being in a military type plane with William and Charlie.

A ‘bad guy’ had just finished telling me his evil plans about how he was going to leave us in the plane without a pilot while he jumped out with the last parachute. Then he decided to push me out anyway. The plane was low to the ground after all, and I rolled out just in time to see it crash and explode with him and my boys still inside!

Yep, woke up with a racing heart. I had to reassure myself that the boys were safe in their beds but I couldn’t get back to sleep for quite a while after that nightmare.

Thanks William.

William – Age 5

Are your kids little monkeys? Are they daredevils? Do you have nightmares about how they die?