Daily Archives: June 12, 2009

My girl is growing up. Ellie graduated from preschool this year. I’m really sad about it. I don’t want to talk about this lesson any more.

Taste buds never regenerate. This new-to-me fact kinda freaks me out. So, every time I burn my tongue on some amazingly hot coffee I’m killing taste buds that will never grow back. When I bite my tongue, I’m condemning my octogenarian self to possibly never again taste my favorite foods. This means that “acquired tastes” are not actually acquired, but proof of tastes lost. Old people like prunes and lima beans and other such bland and gross stuff simply because it all tastes the same to them. Lobster, steak, spam … what’s the difference?

Speaking of really hot coffee, I discovered this week that we don’t own a thermos. After thirty-two years of living, ten years of marriage and a solid six-year coffee addiction, I don’t own a single hot beverage container. How is that possible?

I like having a boy. Both of our pregnancies were surprises to us, but our second was definitely not by our plan. Shock number one. Then we found out he was going to be a boy. Shock number two. Now, almost four years later, I can admit I LOVE having a boy! Shock number three. Sure, he’s gross and silly and obsessed with bodily functions. He makes up words and calls everyone a “boogie.” He daring and dangerous and thinks everything is funny if it ends in the release of gasses or something that sounds like the release of gas. But he’s so precious! He’s the funniest little guy and cute to boot. He challenges me. Not only in mundane things like my character, patience and parenting skills, but also in really important things. Like how many different ways can I create tracks.

As much fun as it is to build, it seems destruction is the favored activity around here. There is a reason my collection of porceline tea sets are still in boxes five years after moving here.

This is our “fix-it” pile. Yup. A beheaded Willow Tree child, a broken plate, a random screw … I’m sure we’ll figure out what that goes to some day. The teapot has been fixed, but still sports a scar from its previous encounter with my children. You’re probably wondering what that piece is in the middle, next to the head. It goes to another teapot, one that I later found here:

I’m told this is a “contraption.” I tried to free the poor injured china, but quickly discovered it was tied to the “Star of the Week” box (the purplish thing on the left) with Snowball’s leash (Snowball is the newest name for the plastic dog sitting behind the blue paddle.) and Tinkerbell stickers. The inventors say this “contraption” shoots fire at pirate soldiers.