Sometimes ya just gotta wonder

We were going to the store the other day. We must have been feeling brave, 'cause all of us were in the car.

No. We were going to Grandma and Grandpa's for a Memorial Day get together. That's why we were all in the car. But we had to go to the store, before we left. Anyway, we were driving down the street and saw a kid trying to break into what I assume was his car (it was in a driveway with two other kids watching and the garage door was up. Maybe he was just a really ballsy thief). The driver's side window must have been down a bit, because he was using a hanger to try to release the lock. Apparently nobody told him that traditionally, one uses a wire hanger, unbent and with a little hook on the end or whatever it takes to operate the lock. He was using one of those tubular plastic hangers, holding each end by his fingers, with the hook dangling mid-window.

I didn't have the heart to stop and tell him.

Hard wild eggs

My children are like me in many ways. Routine oriented. Stubborn. Dark-haired, and dark-eyed. Okay... so maybe not the last one. (Theresa had to give them something, I guess)

My boy children need to eat breakfast as soon as they get up from their nap. Almost the first words out of their mouths are "I'm hungry!" And yes, they really do take naps at night. They last about 10 hours or so, but apparently, in the world of Grayson and Noah, whenever one lays down to sleep, it is to take a nap.

Generally, breakfast consists of those all-time staples - cold cereal or instant oatmeal. (Although it really is not all that instant when you put five or six packets into a large mixing bowl and put it in the microwave for about 8 minutes.) If we happen to have fresh fruit on hand, which we generally do, they will often snack on some grapes or watermelon until the oatmeal is ready.

This morning, Grayson wanted some eggs. Theresa and I had eggs for dinner a few nights ago, which prompted him to ask for eggs for breakfast. I forgot about them yesterday, so he reminded me this morning while he was helping me get out of bed. He wanted eggs with ortillas. No, that wasn't a typo. For some reason, Grayson's tortillas are missing a "t". So I got Mattea and Noah some cereal and Grayson watched me scramble some eggs for him, and heat up his ortilla. While we were cooking Grayson's breakfast, Noah asked "Are those hard wild eggs?" He had remembered the hard boiled eggs that we had colored for Easter and perhaps thought that all eggs were hard wild eggs. I don't really know why some ideas become ingrained in the mind of a toddler. Maybe he is the only one that truly understands that the product of a free range chicken must be a hard wild egg.

8/7 Central

Being a parent can be a journey fraught with peril, emotional distress, times of silliness and laughter. And this all before the arrival of your first child! Once they do arrive it just gets better.

While still an infant and toddler, Mattea's first experiences would often bring tears of laughter from her exhausted, awe-struck parents. Her innocence. Her sheer wonder of the world around her. The joy with which she experienced her new life.

With six years (six years!) worth of experiences under her belt, she operates with much more savvy in the ways of the world. Fortunately, not so much that she has become insufferable. Certainly though, she experiences fewer all-new experiences in day-to-day living. But she still occasionally offers amusement to her slightly less exhausted parents.

The other day, the kids watched television (The Disney Channel, which is virtually the only broadcast television that they watch) and a commercial played that caught Mattea's eye. (I think almost all, if not actually all, commercials on The Disney Channel are for other Disney Channel shows or Disney products.) A show was coming up that Mattea wanted Theresa to TiVo for her. (If TiVo is not yet a verb, it should be.) When Theresa asked Mattea what it was and when, Mattea told her the name of the show, and that it would be coming on at 8/7 central.

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