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a day in the life

a day in the life

What? I need a reason?

At the outlet mall yesterday:

Me: And after the kitchen store, we can hit the bookstore!

D: *eyes suspiciously* Do you NEED anything from the bookstore?

Me: Noooooo

D: Then why go in?

Me: Because it’s there, of course! (Silly!)

D: Not buying that. Get thee to a clothing store and buy yourself some jeans.

So, like a good little girl, I trotted off to the clothing stores. It only took me ten or so tries to find a pair of jeans that were neither too loose nor too long.

D.  thinks I should shop in the Juniors section. I told him that, as an almost-thirty-year-old woman with three kids, I have a moral opposition to doing that.

However, the next day…

I went to Borders with a 40% off coupon, and went on a book-buying binge. Ha!

Developmental Milestones, the Trampoline Version

The Baron: *butt-scoots over to the trampoline* *pulls up on it*

Me: Awww, good going, baby!

Baron: *clambers on to the trampoline” *sits there, bouncing gently*

Me: Erm… Not quite what I expected you to do.

Baron: *scoots across the trampoline to the window* *pulls up on sill* *stands there, peering over the sill, bouncing gently* I’m King of the World!

Me: All right, Your Majesty. Your moment of living dangerously ends now.

The Little Dictator

D: *does something Baron doesn’t like*

Baron: *FUSS fussfussFUSS*

D: *stops doing whatever it was that Baron doesn’t like*

Sir I: Baron rules Daddy with an iron fist.

No, really. The almost-five-year-old actually said that. And no, I don’t know where he came up with it.

The Difference Between Boys and Girls

When Sir I. was a preschooler, he would build towers and knock them down, have his dinosaur do things like, “Stomp, stomp! Eat people!”, and send his lego planes zooming and crashing all over the place.

When Miss M. builds lego planes, she builds a Daddy Plane, a Mommy Plane and a Baby Plane. Baby Plane gets a ride on Mommy Plane because “he can’t not know how to fly yet”.

and, bad practice techniques

I, um, did something to my right arm by playing too much piano. It had limited movement all day yesterday, but the twinges are almost gone now. Lesson learned. Check for proper posture and position *before* playing for a long time.

How’s your weekend?

Filed Under: kids at play, personal, piano, random

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  1. Joanne says

    September 7, 2009 at 12:44 am

    Iron fist? *hehehehehe*

    Reply
  2. Rabia says

    September 7, 2009 at 9:44 am

    And here I thought *I* was the one who ruled D. with an iron fist. 😀

    Reply

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