Boiler Up!

Bruce ended up with an extra ticket to today's Purdue/Central Michigan game. After a fruitless last-minute search for a sitter, he ended up taking Erin instead of me. She lasted about 2 3/4 quarters before morphing into Princess Hyde. Here are the two superfans with Purdue Pete:

Splinters--they ain't just for wood

I'm talking about Drew, of course. He's such a wonderful combination of book-smart and young nut. Yesterday he just amazed me. Tuesday is Tae Kwon Do night and we always go out to eat before his lesson. We went to Black and Gold Pizza in Covington (great place, incidentally) and Drew noticed a Sudoku book on a shelf with coloring books, etc. for the younger patrons' amusement. It was a regular old sudoku book with the 3x3 grids. Incredulously, I asked him if he was going to attempt to do it himself. His reply? "Mom, this one's only a two-star. Please." And then he proceeded--with only my assistance of picking out the easiest places to go--to do the whole thing in about 15 minutes.

So why does this kid still need reminded to eat with utensils? And yesterday he spent a good 5 minutes spinning around in the hallway after school. Just, you know, spinning around for the heck of it. Such a silly saladhead.

Were it not for DVR's, he'd probably go Amish

Bruce is a weirdo, I tell you. Yesterday he was busy baking in the kitchen (eat your heart out, ladies--but note that he does not necessarily CLEAN the kitchen afterward. Amazing where bits o' food can end up when he's done there) and I realize he's making something that calls for brown sugar. I knew for a fact that we were out of brown sugar so I asked if he'd just left it out or found a recipe that didn't call for it. But nooooo, Bruce isn't that simple. He, of course, had made his own brown sugar using white sugar and molasses. Do normal adult males know this can be done? For that matter, do normal females know this? And furthermore, since when did we have molasses around here? Huh? Huh?

In other news, Erin's unique take on our language never ceases to humor. We often call each other "Silly britches" or "crazy butt". Well, yesterday she called me a "silly salad head."

In less silly news, she's developed a bit of a stutter of late. I think it's the normal 3-4 year old stutter that many go through, but it's still strange to hear coming out of her mouth.

Let's see...Drew. He has us a little worried about Christmas. Since both kids only want 140% of what they see on tv commercials, we've been trying to point out that we don't have the proverbial money tree and that they'll have to prioritize. Good parenting stuff, right? Unfortunately, Drew then announces the other day that he's given it some thought and he's come upon a solution that will not break our bank: you see, SANTA doesn't have to worry about money. His elves make the toys. So he'll just ask Santa for the Nintendo DS...and the approximately 2048 games that can go with that...and the newest Rescue Heroes stuff...and Neopets...and Webkinz. He was absolutely BEAMING for having come up with this ingenius solution.

If anyone has a shovel large enough for us to dig ourselves out of this one, we'd appreciate it.

'Cuz I have soooo much free time already

Since I live on the computer all the time anyhow, I thought I'd start a blog. The kids, esp. Erin, are saying/doing funny things constantly and often the anecdotes don't make their journals. Hopefully this will help with that.