Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Madness!

Try as I might, I just couldn't come up with a pithy, appropriate name for this post. It's going to cover an array of topics because our kids have been doing some weird/funny things the last few days. But those things include Norah finding a new place to hide, Gabe playing on his new slip and slide, and Gabe making a footlong hot dog dance. How could I possibly come up with a name that could allude to such a diverse range of weird topics? I couldn't, so you got a half-assed name instead. Oh well.

Anyway, yesterday, Norah kept insisting on crawling into her new hidey hole.


I'm not sure what the draw was. The first time she went under, she'd thrown a toy under there and went to retrieve it, but, after that, I made sure nothing went under there so she wouldn't crawl under and get stuck. But she kept bringing her own toys under with her. I pulled her out the next three times, figuring it would prevent her from bonking her head, at least, but she kept going under. Eventually, I just let her find her own way out, which she did after spending about five minutes hunkered up under there. Kids are weird.

Next, the slip and slide. As if Gabe needed something else to be obsessed with! It's pretty much non-stop "Slip and slide? Slip and slide?" all day now. But there you have it.


He hasn't quite mastered the concept yet, obviously. It's more of a Run and Splash right now than a Slip and Slide (Note: I'm making a conscious choice to say "and" instead of reducing it to the "whimsical" replacement "'n," on general principle). I like how he has to get a BIG running start, too, and then clean out all the grass that he's dirtied it up with.

And, finally, last night, Libby got him a footlong hot dog for dinner at Sonic. For some reason, Gabe will not eat a hot dog in a bun. He likes to eat the buns plain--and he will ask for them often--but he won't eat one that's holding a hot dog (or has held a hot dog, as if it's compromised the purity of the bun, which, considering hot dogs, it probably has). So he pulled the dog out and started to eat it.



At the very beginning (and you have to watch close, it doesn't last long), he's says he's dancing his hot dog to the music on the TV. Then the rest of the video becomes a contest between Libby and the TV for Gabe's attention.

2 comments:

  1. ahh...our kids are NUTS. i hope they stay that way :)
    -Libby

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  2. OMG--My grandkids are both gorgeous and amazingly smart-creative-sassy!! Now, I have some serious memories of foot-long hot dogs. Sorry, but the very mention of them calls back the infamous Smith Family Vacation in 1959, to CALIFORNIA! It was on the ill-fated return leg of the trip--when Grandpa Nuts, crossing the Continental Divide, decided to turn of the engine of the car and "coast" down the east side of the Rocky Mountains in order to save gas. My brother, Tom, had a footlong hotdog-totally lost in the upholstery during the ensuing PANIC as we careened down the mountain highway--no steering, no brakes--and complete, screaming panic.

    Ok. I'm over it. Love, Mama

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