Archive for April 2010

Depends on your definition of quiet

April 29, 2010

Yesterday I was out at lunch. Not having a lot of time, I ran into the closest McDonalds for a salad.

Yes, I voluntarily went to McDonalds.

Without the kids.

And I really did get a salad. But I digress.

I sat down across from a mother and her two small boys, probably 6 and 4. They were typical boys, looking at trucks out the window, begging to play with the Happy Meal toys, squirming as if they had a veritable army of ants in their pants…

You know, typical boy stuff.

When they were leaving, their mother, noticing me eating lunch by myself, stopped and said in a most sincere voice “I am really sorry if we disturbed your quiet lunch.”

I immediately responded:

“Ma’am, I am the father of five years old twins. This is a quiet lunch for me.”

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A bunch of bunk

April 28, 2010

There are many positives and negatives to having twins (especially twins which are your first, last and only children).  One thing that is both a positive and a negative is that you only need to use most items once.

Case in point is beds.  We purchased convertible cribs, meaning, in theory, each could be used as a crib, toddler bed, and full sized bed.  But since there are no little siblings waiting in the wings to use the same items, we’ve been, shall we say, in less than a hurry to move them on to the next stage.

Mostly because taking apart and transforming these things is not what I would call a fun way to spend a couple of hours.

The other day, we finally figured it was time to move them out of their toddler beds.  Our first indication was that they were able to sleep while touching both ends of the bed.  Not wanting to stunt their growth, we thought about purchasing full beds and using the headboard portion of their convertible beds.  However, since we actually wanted the space to be able to turn around in their room, we figure we needed an alternate solution.

Enter the bunk bed.

If you’ve ever looked at bunk beds, you know that there are endless choices, but most look as if the top bunk could be used a training facility for Acapulco cliff divers.  Since this may not be the best pastime for a couple of 5 year olds, we looked for the most compact bunk beds we could find.

And nothing says “compact” like Ikea.

In fact I think “Ikea” is Swedish for “compact.”  Or was it Swedish for “particleboard”?

No particleboard here.  “Ikea” must be Swedish for
“ability-to-pack-furniture-in-a-box-without-space-
for-even-a-molecule-of-air”

Here’s where the box threw up its contents

And after my anal-retentive side organized them.

J helped me with disassembly

And this is the spot J wore in the wood.
See a previous post for an explanation.

After 5 years of use, the well worn cribs/beds can finally rest.

So, a mere 2 hours 15 minutes later:

And yes, my son does say “Oh my gracious!”
Twice.
We’re having him fitted for his all-white,
Colonel Sanders suit later this week.

They look so small

K even took advantage of the bed for a Sunday nap.

That’s my boy

April 26, 2010

My dad sent me this comic. Having both a boy and a girl, I’ve heard similar conversations in our house:

click to enlarge

Am I blue

April 23, 2010

One of the things K likes to do at bedtime is ask the kids to tell God something they are thankful for that day.  In order to avoid the obvious “You, mommy”- type answers, she usually adds some qualifier to the question.  The other day she asked:

“Tell God something you’re thankful for that’s blue.”

Without a millisecond pause, A answered:

“Tommy’s eyes”

Shoot me now.

In the land of no cell service

April 20, 2010

I’ve been on church staff retreat since Monday AM, and this is this first time I’ve had sufficient cell coverage to find the Internet.

The withdrawal symptoms are pretty severe.

More to come on Thursday, once I get back to civilization.

Catch me if you can

April 16, 2010

Both K and I spent may hours of our misspent youth on baseball fields.  So when it came time to start getting the kids into some sporting activities, we went with what we know.  Which means the first of many times getting out the gloves and playing catch.

J draws a bead on the ball.
Luckily his head will stop it if he misses.

Of course all the fashionable ball players
are wearing “Snow White” this spring.

While little Miss Focus makes the perfect throw and catch, 
J is on the ground. Why am I sensing a trend?

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PS – my 200th post.  Whoo-hoo!  Take the weekend off!

Maybe I need some armor

April 15, 2010

Like most red-blooded, American, 5-year-old boys, J loves dinosaurs.  He was playing with a couple of plastic dinosaurs the other day when we heard him say:

“Ankylosaurus has very very thick armor to protect him from creditors.”

If only that worked, my little man.  I’d have this place walled up like Fort Knox.