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In our house we have an epidemic. As much as I love each and every one of my kids, they spill. Like, a lot. So much so that we have a title that we pass around almost nightly. The title? The Spiller.
It goes like this. Izzy knocks over her milk and it spills everywhere and someone announces, “Izzy is THE SPILLER tonight!!!” She smiles. Ah shucks. I get to be THE SPILLER ? Cool.
We spill so much around here that also have an expression that immediately follows any spill. The glass goes over, water goes everywhere and I shout, “Mobilize the Spill-Unit!!!” Upon this command, Jade runs for paper towels, Izzy grabs plates and other gear out of harms way, Lily grabs napkins and goes low — mopping up the drips that are already hitting the floor, and Ty… well, we are working on him. Usually he helps Jade. I coordinate. In this fashion we get spills cleaned up and everything back in order in less than 90 seconds and dinner continues. We are a well-oiled machine.
Except for the time that Lily overwhelmed the Spill-Unit with FOUR back to back spills. No sooner had everything been put right when.. bloooppp… over went another glass. She spilled Jade’s milk, Ty’s milk and her own milk…twice. It was epic. We still talk about it when the conversation lags. Hey, remember that ONE TIME when Lily was like the Spiller-Extraordinaire? Oh yeah, we all say, that was epic! Then we sort of chuckle. But the chuckling doesn’t last because another spill is iminent and we have to be ready, on our guard for possible spill-unit mobilization.
Usually the SPILLER is Izzy. That girl could enter the Olympics if they had a SPILLER event and bring home the gold.
Last night Ty was the spiller.
The night before it was me. Like I said. It is an epidemic.
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Click here to see Emme and me during a Me Ra Koh photo shoot (last November) for her upcoming book!!!
Yesterday was my favorite day of the year. And nothing holds a candle to this day. Not Christmas. Not Groundhog’s day. Not the first day of school.
It is the day we FALL back. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh….. bring on that extra hour of sleep. I have said before how I feel about Springing ahead, but Falling back? Oh, that day makes all 364 other days worth it. I love going to bed Saturday night around 11pm and setting the clock back an hour. “Oh…is it only 10? ” and I snuggle in all proud of myself for going to bed early.
There was a time several years ago after Dave and I were first married where he woke me up early on Fall Back Day for some god-foresaken reason. I remember my incredulous reaction as I said to him, “You just RUINED my favorite day of the year!!!” Now, when you first get married there is a lot to learn about each other. But I will never forget the look on Dave’s face when he said, “THIS is your FAVORITE day of the year? Seriously?” Yes, dude, seriously. It is to his credit that he has never forgotten the lesson he learned that day.
To be fair, I could go without the dark mornings. There is something so sinister and depressing about waking up in the pitch dark. And it does signal the beginning of winter. Which means that around here we are headed for 6 months of solid rain. Rain. Every single day. Except when it snows. And then the whole area shuts down. Oh, I mean it. Those of you out there in regions where you get snow on a regular basis would be stunned at the Seattle area’s lack of snow savvy. People start to freak out. Two years ago, the schools shut down because there was a THREAT of snow. When it snows around here people don’t go to work and they call their friends and family to be sure they are surviving. We even have our own local reporter who loves to coin terms like “Storm Blast 2009.” He is usually in a hat, coat, and gloves standing on top of the Space Needle while the snow flurries around him and he — get this — HOLDS ON so as not to be blown away, I guess. Then he tells us to expect 3 inches of snow and to BEWARE of STORM BLAST 2009!!!!! Then the one snow plow that is owned by King County starts to work its way around the area. Cars pull to the side of the road and are abandoned as people claim, “I cannot drive in this stuff! Too dangerous!” (And, hec, I say pull over if you think three inches of snow is too dangerous.) When snow is predicted the stores RUN OUT of bottled water as people prepare for the worst. I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not.
Now, RAIN we can handle around here – we don’t cancel anything for rain. But SNOW? Nope, we don’t do snow.
So, here I am today, all rested from my extra hour of sleep and ready to face Storm Blast 2010.
Emme is now officially 19 months old.
But she still doesn’t really talk. Her words still only amount to “uh oh” “night night” ”mommy” “daddy” and her newest word “HELLO”. Why, “hello” you might ask? Because she is obsessed with talking on the phone. Honestly, I don’t talk on the phone THAT much. I am more of a text-er, email-er kinda gal. But, nevertheless, she loves the phone.
Whereas Ty loved to turn everyday objects into a gun (click here to read that list), Emme prefers transforming whatever she can get her hands on into… a phone. Then, she holds said object to her and walks around all.day.long. saying …… “Hello!”
Here is the list of every day objects Emme has used as a telephone:
- Baby Monitor
- Remonte Control
- A grape
- A shoe
- A sock
- Sunglasses
- Fork
- Her sippy cup
- A pad of paper
- Car keys
- Rolled up pair of socks
- Star Wars figure
- Calculator
- Flashlight
- Mint tin
- Credit Card
- Legos
- A book
- Granola Bars
- A plastic plate
Oh, and of course, the ACTUAL PHONE.
Saturday at lunch Ty informed the family that he has an invisible tail.
Ya wanna see?
Well, I will try to see it. It is invisible after all.
He wags his bum at me and says, see it?
Uh, well….
It has very small feathers on it that you need a microscope to see.
It does?
Mommy? When something is invisible can you still touch it and feel it?
I think so. But I don’t really know for sure.
Well, then my tail is also intangible.
Of course it is.
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