*Please note, no actual cats were harmed in the making of the crock pot pulled pork taco dinner.
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At the dining room table this evening, someone farted.
The offensive noise clearly came from across the table so Husband and I were off the hook. That only left Cody and Carter.
husband: Who farted?
Denial. From both parties (although, I did see one of them smiling a rather Mona Lisa like smile).
Husband made a wild accusation. (And really he had a 50-50 shot, so perhaps that does not qualify as “wild”.)
husband: Carter did it. Carter is guilty!
Carter maintained his innocence. And then he busted out with some wonderful little boy logic.
carter: Just ask Santa! He will tell you. He knows everything so he can tell you if I farted at the dining room table on Taco Tuesday.
One cannot argue with such watertight logic as that.
Cody and I have been reading various Star Wars backstory books. It started with a Boba Fett book he found at Half Price Books over a year ago and has expanded from there. We are currently reading Legacy of the Jedi and Secrets of the Jedi by Jude Watson.
This is the first of the books we have read in which there are undercurrents, hints, wisps, of romantic desires between characters.
Cody is not impressed.
This morning we finished reading a chapter where Obi-Wan and Siri make the emotionally charged decision to follow the path of the Jedi and turn their backs upon the feelings they have for each other. Jedi, apparently, cannot be in relationships.
It was not a long chapter. Cody thought it too long.
When I turned the page to show Part Two: Twenty Years Later, Cody muttered, “Finally! Maybe now they can get on to another mission.”
To an eleven year old boy, missions to fight the Separatists greatly out weigh boring old love.
Tonight we ate salmon with basil butter, mashed potatoes, and green beans.
Cody served himself a piece of the salmon which happened to have a large sprig of parsley on the top. He was uncertain what it was, so he asked. Husband told him it was a garnish and not meant for eating.
(Can you tell we don’t get out much to fancy places?)
Cody considered this for a moment. Then he picked up the greenery and popped it into his mouth. He proudly proclaimed that he had eaten the garnish. Dinner continued on.
On Cody’s second helping of potatoes, resting eloquently on top, was a singular piece of black pet fur (we have both black dogs and cats so as to the particular species this stray strand came from, I know not.)
He was thrilled as he picked it off. “Look! Black garnish!” he exclaimed, thrusting the pet hair into the air between finger and thumb.
At least this “garnish” he chose not to eat.
I don’t know how it happened for I was not there. Sometime Saturday when Cody and Carter were playing with their cousins, Carter ended up with Wite-Out on his nose. You know the stuff, the odoriferous white pasty correction fluid in the little bottle that you dab on errors.
And when I say he got it on his nose, I don’t just mean a little bit, I mean that half of the most frontal part of his nose was white as well as the skin between the nostrils. I wish I had taken a picture of it.
The cousins left around dinner time and, well, the Seahawks were playing, so I never got around to trying to remove it.
This morning it was still there. Apparently Carter had tried to scrub it off, even using soap with the water. No luck.
And so, this Sunday I learned how to remove white out from an eight year old boy’s nose.
Thank you Google.
Carterisms – cute, funny, and/or simply worth-remembering comments that come out of the mouth of Carter. I write them for me, but think you may enjoy them as well.
Yesterday Carter came home from school with his spelling test from last week. He had worked hard, earning a perfect score. This is a HUGE accomplishment for him as, like me, spelling does not come naturally nor easily to him. For this great mark, Husband and I rewarded him with an IOU. He decided to cash it in this morning for a trip to a local bakery.
I pulled up the web site to see if they were open. We also checked out their yummy looking menu. Pictures of delicious confections and pastries scrolled by, some of the items were bite sized. Carter really liked this picture:
As we were looking, Chloe our cat joined us. She is not the kindest of cats and is prone to biting at random. And she was in a feisty mood as she walked past Carter and I.
carter: Please don’t bite me Chloe, I am not bite sized!
Carter tried his hand at making scrambled eggs yesterday. This is not his first time, but his interest in cooking had definitely increased.
Apparently so has his use of spice.
For when he brought the scrambled eggs to the table, they were more green, more fibrous than yellow and smooth.
“I shall call these Jungle Eggs!” he declared, explaining to Cody that he used some parsley this time.
Some parsley, indeed.
The main problem with being sick on New Year’s Day is that people don’t believe you. They just assume you are “New Year’s Eve Sick”.
I was sick, and it was not New Year’s Eve style sick but a real fever, not getting out of bed sick. I lost just over two pounds. Today I am recovering and very glad school does not start until tomorrow.
As I lay there alternating between sweating and shivering, Cody came in to assess the situation. Once he knew I was sick he promptly left, quickly returning with his beloved Kissy Shrimp.
My long time readers will remember this fellow – Cody’s purple and white stuffed animal shrimp that he received when he turned one year old and got his own under the sea decorated bedroom.
(You may be visualizing a Pinterest variety under the sea child’s bedroom. Feel free. That is not what Cody got at all. He got a bedroom where the top 2/3 of the walls were painted light blue and the bottom 1/3 was light brown. I then attached some sea creature stickers and large colorful stuffed sea stars to the walls and called it good. Oh, and I bought him a purple stuffed shrimp as an afterthought from our local Goodwill.)
Cody carefully positioned Kissy Shrimp on my chest and then snuggled next to me, both of us looking down at the shrimp. Several minutes passed without Cody saying a word. This is rare as he loves to talk.
cody: Momma? Do you think it’s creepy the way he stares?
me: In the pause before I answered I was wondering if the truth would hurt Cody’s feelings. I decided on the truth. The shrimp’s stare was creepy as hell. Yes, Cody. I do think his stare is a bit creepy. Do you think so too?
cody: Yes. It sometimes creeps me out.
Here he pauses and then looks sideways at me, a strange expression on his face. When he spoke it was in a whisper. Once I had a staring contest with him.
me: Waiting for him to continue. He didn’t. And who won?
cody: He did. He smiles and pats Kissy Shrimp on the head.
We hosted a rather nice remembrance for Husband’s father. Carter made the Swedish colored paper chain as an addition to the centerpiece.
Carter discovered the 80’s in the form of a headband. He rocked the look for a couple weeks and then moved on.
We do not fish, but rather than depriving the boys of the experience, we signed them up for a free program through the park system. No fish were caught but the boys enjoyed themselves.
We visited the Desert Botanical Gardens, our wedding place, on our fourteenth wedding anniversary. It was as beautiful as ever.
This month consisted of lots of desert hikes. We also acquired our family garden gnome. His name is Whitfield Jerome *Shoes on the Wrong Feet, the Third.
*Replace “Shoes on the Wrong Feet” with our actual last name for complete and accurate name.
April showers brings May flowers… and in Arizona when we get caught in a shower, we utilize lawn chairs to make an impromptu fort.
Oh, and April is a big birthday month for us as 3/4 of our family was born in this month. This is nice as I can decorate once and then leave it up for a month!
The last month of the school year. Carter got to bring his favorite stuffed animal, Hool the Owl to class. So cute!
I accidently got a new job for the next school year – here is one of the posters I made for the first day of school of my first year. It came with me to my new school, of course.
We also got a chance to get an up close look at the Solar Impulse during its brief stay in Arizona.
Summer Vacation! One of the places we went often was the Phoenix Zoo. Here Carter mastered the Zen pose of the Pink Flamingo.
We hosted a delicious Summer Pie Day, another one of our made-up holidays.
Cody participated in a week long i Can Bike camp designed specifically for special needs kiddos. It was a fabulous experience!
We took our summer trip up to Washington. We revisited our old house, hung out with friends, and spend time with my mom.
Cody and Carter got to spend an extra week in Washington with their Grandma, while Husband and I took a mini vacation back to Arizona.
I also took the kid-free opportunity to organize my new classroom.
August is back to school month – the cats were helpful in getting the school lunch bags out and ready.
We took advantage of Labor Day’s three day weekend to road trip and spend time with family and friends.
Back at home, Chloe and Leia meet Woody the neighbor’s cat. Leia was not impressed and told Woody as much.
This was one busy month! My mom came down for our sixteenth annual Practice Thanksgiving.
We also spent our week long fall break in California. It was amazing!
The boys had never seen sandy beaches before, being raised on the rocky shores of Washington. We stayed in a tiny house walking distance from Ocean Beach.
We did some touristy things such as visit Lego Land, but for the most part we lounged on the beach, visited farmer’s markets, and tried out several restaurants.
One night, we simply had ice cream for dinner!
Part of me wishes we were still there.
We spent Thanksgiving down in Tucson with family. I tried to catch some cute moments of the boys with their cousins. I failed. Instead I got a whole lot of this…
As a disclaimer regardless of how this looks, neither myself nor any of the children were inebriated. Truly. These are just really bad, yet funny pictures.
We attended the Desert Botanical Garden’s yearly Luminaria event, a tradition from before we had children, when we lived in Arizona all those years ago.
We had a wonderful Christmas with good food and family.
And now we find ourselves here. Some parts of the world have already crossed over into 2017 but not us. We are still on the edge of the year.
We had breakfast out at our favorite restaurant this morning. As we were finishing up, I asked the boys what they want of the coming year, of 2017. After some thought, Carter replied that he would want more family time – more time with poppa. Cody agreed, spending more time together.
That sounds good to me.
And so I wish you a very Happy New Year.
Yesterday I tackled the front yard. We have a patch of desert landscaping tucked under two large mesquite trees just to the right of our driveway. I have not done much in the way of trimming this section since we moved in a year and a half ago. And it was seriously starting to show.
I hacked away at thorny tentacles taking care not to step backward into the patiently waiting prickly pear cactus. I wrapped lengths of dead grass around my hand and pulled it up, stuffing it into bags to haul to the alley.
My arms were itchy and my nose and eyes watery, but when I was finished it looked pretty good.
It was while I was about half way into my yardwork, Carter came out. He watched for a couple minutes and then asked if he could give my shears a try. I handed them over with some trepidation but he was careful and calculating with his clipping.
Seeming to lose interest, he gave the shears back and wandered into the house. In a minute he was back.
carter: Momma, where do you keep your vases?
I told him and off he went.
When I came in the house, my yardwork done, I found a lovely centerpiece on our kitchen table.
Thank you Carter.