It’s Not A Mario
Three lines. That’s what the sonogram showed today. For those of you who have never been lucky enough to sit in on a sonogram, those three lines indicate you’re growing a little girl. I believe we’ve officially debunked the Chinese Birth Calendar and proven that S. and I are only able to produce girls. As I said last week, what…
Not Sure What This Is All About
M. has a new thing where sometimes after coloring, she’ll wad her paper up, throw it onto the floor, get off her chair, and go put the paper into the trash. If I ask her what’s wrong she just whines and walks away. Apparently she has very high standards.
Fetus
I’ve only obliquely discussed the impending addition of a third kid to the Brannan fam on the blog. Part of that is despite our broad e-mail and phone broadcast of the news awhile back, we were waiting to tell a few folks less directly connected to us. Although I doubt they have access to the blog, I wanted to be…
Sippy Cup Problems
If someone could invent a sippy cup that didn’t stink all the time, they would be a kazillionaire, because I would pay any price and buy at least four. Even the cups that we just put water in are already stank-stank-stanky just four days after they were thoroughly cleaned and disinfected for several hours.
Language
Keeping with the kids theme, rather than busting out a long, disjointed accounting of all the cute/funny/infuriating things about the girls I’ve jotted down in recent weeks, <span style=”text-decoration:line-through;”>I’ll offer up a few at a time</span>. Today: B. Girls Say The Darndest Things. (OK, it ended up being semi-long and disjointed anyway.) When we got home from preschool today, M.…
Good Grief
I’m working on some new content, don’t worry. Last week was a busy one in and around the house. I power washed and then re-stained/sealed the deck. Worked in the yard. We reorganized the garage, including adding some new storage devices. Had some car repairs taken care of. And did some reorganization inside as well. This week, it’s me and…
Fear of Unfortunate Comments
As I try to come up with all the funny things the girls are saying these days, here’s a quick teaser. M. refers to anything that is brown as chocolate. She wants to wear her “chocolate” shoes or shirt or likes the chocolate dog or whatever. Her sister is following that example, although C. says “chock-u-late.” As you can imagine,…
Final Four, Baby!
Well, I guess I have to say something. On this, the 20th anniversary of KU’s glorious victory over Oklahoma in the 1988 NCAA championship game, I will offer some thoughts on KU-UNC and the Angstfest once known as Roystock. I’ve done my best to avoid much of the national media coverage of the background story to the game. I didn’t…
Stuck
We’ve entered the Mary Poppins phase of M’s life. If anyone knows how to get “chimchiminee chimchiminee chim chim cheree” out of my head, I would appreciate it.
FYI
If your kid pukes on their bed/floor in the middle of the night, and you just toss all the soiled clothes and sheets into the washing machine, expect to see the half-digested grapes and raisins clinging to the insides of the machine after the cycle is over. Apparently neither kids nor washing machines can process them fully.