Sunday, November 22, 2015

Christmas is coming!

Sami is so thrilled to hear he gets a Christmas stocking that he gives me a hard, long hug. I ask what he wants for Christmas, and he says "Money!" Why?  He says it's to pay and put in his owl bank. I think it's because the other day at the store I told him he needed to bring his own money to buy a cookie.
Then he says he isn't going to tell me or Santa what he wants. I say he has to tell me if he wants something, so he says rope. And I suggest a cardboard box, which he decides is a good idea so he can make a puppet show. (But he doesn't want puppets!)

Thursday, August 06, 2015


A Beautiful Mess just posted on how to Palm Spring one's home- and I thought of my dino prints in Etsy, so I reposted them.

Monday, April 27, 2015

School fan

Poor Sami- last night he was looking for his socks. I told him where to find some, thinking his dad had told him to put some on. Then he was looking and looking for his shoes. I was upstairs, and said I didn't have them. Finally he came up, socks in his hands, to talk to me. It turns out he wanted to go to school. I told him it wasn't time for school, but he insisted that it was and started crying and crying. I had to explain to him that it was getting dark, and he hadn't just had breakfast, and L and A weren't at school so he wasn't going to school right then. I tried to comfort him by reminding him of the fun things he'd done on the weekend. "What did you do with Grandma?" I asked, and he sobbed, faced scrunched up, "I played with Grandma." (I wished I'd had a video going because it was so funny to see that).
Finally the little guy calmed down and went to sleep- he hadn't had a nap and was ready for it.

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Just Checkin'

I had a sliver of cleavage showing today, and Sami came over to visit my boobs. He said, "I'm checking them." I asked if he remembered them, and he got a happy, reminiscing smile on his face. "I remember them at night," he confessed. "They made me ..." I can't remember what he said- sleepy? Cozy? warm?
I told him we still have cuddles.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


See? I didn't disappear completely.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I'm hosting again. Well, last year I didn't host, and that was nice. I've got a list of things to do today and tomorrow so that I don't get too worn out. I still have to buy the turkeys since I'm getting fresh and don't have a lot of fridge room. I've made pie crust from scratch after discovering that most store bought has lard (we don't eat pork) and Trader Joe's, who doesn't, was all out. I'm going to make the pies this evening and I've got the cranberry sauce simmering. The table will be extended and the buffet area cleared out, I hope, and the house is looking not too disastrous.
But the most important thing is done- and here's where we leave the cooking and go to Sami. The squeamish should leave us now.
Sami is pretty much potty trained, but he isn't always very good at going certain kind of potty. He's been a little fussy for the last day or two, so it was pretty urgent that we take care of that before tomorrow. I didn't want last minute cooking and guests arriving to be waylaid by a potty using 3-year-old.
The problem was, he got peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth, so it was hard to tell what exactly he was fussing about! I managed to get it unstuck, but he wouldn't spit it out of his mouth or swallow it. He did agree to go on the potty and took care of things, but he still has that peanut butter in his mouth, and he won't even be bribed with his favorite cookies to get rid of it. I think it's been about an hour now.
I'm exhausted.

Monday, February 24, 2014


"Hey, Sami. Are you hungry?"
"No, thank you." (He's my politest child.)
Earlier today we were driving around in the car. "Is that a squirrel?" He asks. (Surely he knows it's a squirrel. He used to call them monkeys, but not for a long time, though he now calls the monkey on the mola in the bathroom a squirrel. Hmmm.)
In any case, we watched the monkey squirrel for a while as it ran around the yard, clearly looking for something. Sami thought it was a tree. I said maybe the squirrel was hungry and looking for food. Sami thought he might like a sandwich. A peanut butter one. A little bit later, after we've driven on, he asks me, "Why the squirrel is hungry?" And then he brought up the sandwich again. I think he felt sorry for the squirrel! I told him the squirrel wanted nuts. Or an apple.

Thursday, February 13, 2014



I made the mistake of reminding Sami about the Raccoons on his footie pajamas yesterday. He had been wearing the pjs for a couple of days, having put them on willingly after his Monday night bath. Shortly after, he began pulling at his pajamas. "I don't wear re...." he said. I couldn't understand what he was talking about. I told him his pajamas weren't red. He continued to fuss about it. Then he stopped, but right before dinner, he came back to it. This time I understood what he said, "I don't wear raccoons!" It might have been a ploy just to get naked, because he didn't like it when I put another shirt on him, but I made him wear his clothes because it's just too cold to be running around as God intended. That will have to wait till summer.