Very Funny.

We have been trying to work with Booger on the phrase "May I" when asking questions.  It is proving difficult.

Today, she came home from daycare and was wanting a snack.

She comes running up saying, "Mommy!  Mommy!  I want some cookies."

I let her repeat herself a few times before correcting her, wanting to see if she would offer it herself.  She knows the phrase and has hollered at Squeaker to use it (although Squeaker is still in the babble stage).

"Mommy!  I want cookies."

Maybe a gentle nudge in the right direction was in order.

"How do you ask?" I prompted.

Booger pauses, turns, and runs to the other side of the room.

"Daddy!  Daddy!  I want some cookies!"

And that's when I started laughing.  I really can't fault her logic.

Drama Queen Kimmie is Dramatic

If any one encounters a really sweet and awesome hobo under a bridge somewhere, you should really buy her a taco.

I like tacos a lot, and that would make my little hobo life much happier.

I'll have to think of a clever sign to solicit maximum tacos. 

I'm pretty sure there is a large chance that this is my future, so it is good to be prepared.

I planted a tree today!

Let's see how it goes this time.

I am feeling fairly hopeful this time.  His name is Phillip.  I feel if I give him a name and a gender he will have  a greater will to live.

Phillip is a crape myrtle which are supposed to thrive in my harsh, Texas environment.  I think, when he blooms, that Phillip will have pale pink flowers.

Like so...

In fall of 2008, Husband and I planted another crape myrtle in the back yard.  We went to the garden center, found the biggest tree nerd in the state, studied his little to-do list, and followed every instruction to the letter.   Come winter, I was absolutely sure that it was dead.

I mourned.  This tree was a gift for our first anniversary and it was dead in the cold.  I had killed a symbol of my marriage in  a small, frosted corner of my back yard.

However, come spring, all hope was not lost!  There was tiny buds popping up along the lower sections of the trunks.    My marriage was not dead!  It was stubbornly clinging to life.  We even got a little bit of flowers in the spring from my poor, stubby, anniversary tree.

Then, winter passed  by again and the drama unfolded all over again.    It came back again, shorter than ever, but ALIVE!  I'm pretty sure that trees are supposed to get taller over time, but I'll settle for not dead yet.

So now Phillip joins our little back yard desert with hopes to make it into a charming, English-style garden.  Maybe then I'll get a gnome.

A hot one.

Maybe I need to use my name philosophy on stubby tree.  Maybe I need to give it a reason to live once more.

Maybe anniversary tree needs to be a Brian.

It Kicks Barney's Ass.

Living with a two-year old has made me an expert in children's television.  Now, I've always been a connoisseur of cartoons, but the sheer lameness of toddler friendly educational programming is a little daunting.

I want to beat whoever it was at the daycare that introduced my child to Barney.  I am so sick of that purple monstrosity and the frightening children who never feel any negative emotions as they sing random songs.  I spend most of my time at home deflecting away from on Preschool On Demand.

Blue's Clues is tolerable enough... in small doses.  But I always try and steer Booger to Sesame Street.

Ahh, Sesame Street.  I remember this from when I was a kid and I watched it for far longer than the other kids at school.  This is the only show I can really get behind for Booger.

It's funny.

It's educational.

It advocates kids actively learning and using imaginative play.

The characters actually show NEGATIVE emotions at times, which ALL HUMANS do!  They get mad and frustrated.  They get sad and lonely.  But as opposed to Barney, where the kids are never bothered by anything, the characters on Sesame Street experience these emotions, but show how to deal with them constructively.  It tells kids, "Hey, you're not going to be happy all the time.  Thing's aren't always going to be perfect, but you have to deal with it in the right way and things will work out."  I respect that.

Sesame Street is by far superior to any other child's show that I have yet experienced.  So now, I will share my favorite moments:

#5

Here Fishy Fishy Fishy - If I were a character on Sesame Street, I would so be Bert.  I feel for him so much.

#4

I Don't Want to Live on the Moon - Always have loved this song.

#3

Grover the Salesman :)

There are a lot of these and they are all hysterical.


#2

Sing -  Montage style, because I am a dork.

#1

What's the Name of that Song?  I sing this all the freaking time.

Yes. Yes, I am a nerd.

Had the day off today and my mental state is a continual playing of Bruno Mars' "The Lazy Song."

Now two of my favorite things in this world are mindless internet research and Harry Potter.

Today, I represented my love for the most  B.A.M.F. of M.W.P.P.  Mr. James Potter.

Now, the ageless question is who exactly would play the esteemed Mr. Potter if a film were made depicting the Marauders Era?

 He looks like Daniel Radcliffe.  (Shhh!)

Oh my good he's pretty!

Now in years past, Mr. Elijah Wood seemed to be the first round pic of Fantasy Marauders. With Daniel Radcliffe starring as the Lighting-Bolt-Kid, and Mr. Wood fresh from another epic movie series of our generation he seems the obvious choice.  That, and from Book 3 on, all we hear is how much Harry resembles his father (blah blah blah).  However, I just can't seem to get past his wide eyed hobbit face.

Elijah, however has been edged out in my opinion my one Mr. Julian Morris.  When you look further into the intricacies alluded of his character, James Potter was a lovable bad-ass.  He made himself infamous with the numerous detentions he received, helped to make the marauder's map, and still managed to land himself as Head Boy.  And his finest accomplishment, after a horrible showing in 5th year, I laughed the whole way through Snape's Worst Memory.  Fail at sympathy from me, Jo Ro. he still managed to convince Miss Lily Evans to 1) fall in love with him, and 2) bear his messy haired savior-of-the-world.  Julian wins because he can pull any ass hole stunt, be the biggest turd on the planet, and I would totally get why she had his baby.

 

Lily Evans Potter.  All the boys love me.

Now, James Potter was able to transform himself into a stag through a rare form of magic, for those who aren't as aware of the Harry Potter universe Mom , which is why Harry's Patronus also takes the form of a stag. I felt the need to determine exactly what kind of deer James changes into for his Animagus form, because my Fantasy Marauders Movie can be nothing but geographically accurate.  He can't just be the white-tail I usually think of because, loathe as I am to admit it, Hogwarts is not located in Texas.

There are six species of  deer living wild in Great Britain today, namely Red Deer, Roe Deer, Fallow Deer, Sika Deer, Muntjac, and the Chinese Water Deer. Of those, Red and Roe are native and have lived in the isles throughout the Holocene, Fallow has had to be reintroduced twice, by the Romans and the Normans, after it died out during the last ice age, and the other three are escaped or released alien species. Thank you Wikipedia!

We'll start from the end and work our way back.

Chinese Water Deer

As cool as this guy looks, his nickname was "Prongs" not "Fangs." NO!

 

Muntjac

NO!

Roe Deer

 Fail.

Sika Deer

Ahh!  We're starting to get a little warmer, but I'm not satisfied.  He doesn't seem majestic enough for my favorite Marauder. 

Fallow Deer

Getting Warmer!  I love this deer.  He's definitely more impressive looking that the Sika and those antlers are way cool, but he still doesn't win.  I feel he's just too cute.  Plus I have some experience caring for these deer and they are not very large, about the size of a large dog, and I can hardly picture then holding off an army of dementors. 

Red Deer (And he's mad!)

And finally, I present to you, James Potter's Animagus form.  He would be a red deer. I'm pretty sure I found the actual picture of him as a red deer and now he's pissed at me for saving him for last.  It's because your the best James! 

Thus concludes my mindless James Potter research.  RIP Prongs!  You lived.  You loved.  You got the girl.  You defied Voldemort three times and died in defense of your family.  

Mischief Managed