dyn-o-mite

Alec's guitar teacher gave him a CD of songs that he will be working on for the spring recital. The CD contains two songs. Queen's "We Will Rock You" and Justin Bieber's "Dynamite," the latter of which you know even if you don't think you know it. It's the one where the chorus goes "hey-o something something-o" and it's already enshrined in the collective subconscious.
Alec thinks it is the best music he has ever heard, and so we listened to that CD Seven Thousand Times today. By the spring recital, he should be able to play both songs using only his brainwaves.

And I had total mommy-moment that my kid is old enough to listen to Justin Bieber. He is not, however, old enough to not call him Justin Beaver.

tea, creamy and sweet
lingering jasmine finish
topped with Daisy slurp

...green lining?

Spending an afternoon lying on the couch unavoidably calls to my attention the number of boogers stuck to the wall behind the couch.

Isaac recently went through a phase in which, whenever someone came over, he would loudly and insistently take them on a tour of our collection of wall-boogers, which always seem to crop up faster than I can scrub, peel, and/or chip them off.

I could really just  call this blog "Boogers."

silver linings

I am home sick from school for the second day this week. At least, the second half-day. I have been going in the mornings to proctor ability tests for second graders, which is sketchy on a good day ( I really think second grade is too early to test for gifted ability and expect solid results, at least in a whole-class type setting. I have kids who I know are extremely bright getting, like, 38th %ile on this test, which is just silly. ANYWAY.)

The first day I came home, something wonderful and amazing happened. I called my mom and she picked my kids up from school and brought soup over for dinner. It was wonderful and amazing.

Today on my way home, I stopped by the cafe so my husband could make me something warm and yummy (and if any of you are not afraid of being 'that' customer - the one your barista will mock, and rightly so, when you are out of earshot - I would highly recommend jasmine tea with steamed vanilla soymilk. It is worth barista-mockery.) I set my warm, yummy treasure safely in my cupholder, already dreaming of lying on the couch sipping it, when Daisy sneezed point-blank on top of it, and then licked it.

At this point, I'm thinking I'm already sick, so what difference will a few dog germs make? I know for a fact she's too old and fat to lick her butt.

couldn't make this up if I tried...

Last night, upon sampling dinner, Owen said in his best, brightest, educational-TV voice, "Wow, Mom! This tastes like something which is long and brown, and which you might find in the potty!"

February is the cruelest month.
Anyone inclined to hang that appellation on April is a dried-up, soulless jerk.