Sunday, March 4, 2012
I'mmmmmmm Baaaaaack!
Been a really long time and since my last post tons has changed. I'm shooting for posting at least 3 times a week. That should get me caught up and keep me occupied. As usual these are my own silly musings. Check back in a day or two and enjoy!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Idiosyncracies
As many of you may know (those that do not are likely victims) I have a knack for identifying those little things people say or do unknowingly...idiosyncrasies. I don't think I have many hugely identifiable ones. Brent would argue but then he would argue that my name is not my name. But I have noticed that Michael has several.
My current favorite pops up quite frequently in conversation. He is very verbose these days and our conversations verge on adult - more so than I'd like. He's not even 4 and I find myself pondering his thoughts. He'll start new parts of conversations with "Well, you know..." dragging the well and know out. "Well, you know mommy sometimes people get pulled over for speeding." "Well, you know it's not dark out yet so we should go to the park." "Well, you know I always like Macaroni and Cheese." Usually these conversations are in the car as he has time to look around and form new thoughts. One day he says..."Well, you know I've been very quiet back here. I deserve a treat." So I have to ask myself if I'm feeding this? Did I tell him that if he's quiet in the car that he'd get a treat? I don't recall and I can't think of why I'd tell him that. I'm blaming Brent since I get blamed for Michael's often timely use of colorful terms.
More sooner than later I hope...
My current favorite pops up quite frequently in conversation. He is very verbose these days and our conversations verge on adult - more so than I'd like. He's not even 4 and I find myself pondering his thoughts. He'll start new parts of conversations with "Well, you know..." dragging the well and know out. "Well, you know mommy sometimes people get pulled over for speeding." "Well, you know it's not dark out yet so we should go to the park." "Well, you know I always like Macaroni and Cheese." Usually these conversations are in the car as he has time to look around and form new thoughts. One day he says..."Well, you know I've been very quiet back here. I deserve a treat." So I have to ask myself if I'm feeding this? Did I tell him that if he's quiet in the car that he'd get a treat? I don't recall and I can't think of why I'd tell him that. I'm blaming Brent since I get blamed for Michael's often timely use of colorful terms.
More sooner than later I hope...
Friday, December 19, 2008
The boys in my life...
It's not often that I'm not with Michael outside of work so when something funny happens and I have to hear it 2nd hand I'm both happy that I get to hear about it and sad that I missed it.
The other day Brent was driving Michael to meet me at work when Michael's little voice pipes up in the back..."Daddy, my teeth are getting bigger!"
Michael was chewing on a candy cane and the candy was sticking to his teeth. I'm still laughing. Ha!
On Brent - He called me to tell me he had an Indiana Jones moment. He had exited the house through the garage having closed the door and ran to get out when he realized his keys were still in the house and he'd have no access to get them. So...he DOVE under the closing garage door just barely making it in on time. Whew! That was close :)
These are the boys in my life. Laugh on...
The other day Brent was driving Michael to meet me at work when Michael's little voice pipes up in the back..."Daddy, my teeth are getting bigger!"
Michael was chewing on a candy cane and the candy was sticking to his teeth. I'm still laughing. Ha!
On Brent - He called me to tell me he had an Indiana Jones moment. He had exited the house through the garage having closed the door and ran to get out when he realized his keys were still in the house and he'd have no access to get them. So...he DOVE under the closing garage door just barely making it in on time. Whew! That was close :)
These are the boys in my life. Laugh on...
Monday, December 8, 2008
Letters to Santa
All week long we'd been prepping Michael to get ready to visit Santa and remember what he was going to ask him for Christmas. He even received a letter from the Christmas guy himself and one from Bwutus (Rudolph) the wed nose weindeea.
Michael has been very serious and industrious in his approach to the formalities of asking Santa for his gifts. He very patiently sat right in front of the stage where Santa and Mrs. Claus were visiting with all the children until it was his turn. Then he unleashed this huge list of toys he'd never told us he wanted??? No idea where he was storing those ideas.
But the funniest thing occurred when we wrote his letter to Santa. I sat with him and explained that he would write a letter to Santa thanking him for his letter and letting Santa know that he was so happy to be on the Nice list (he got a certificate signed by Mr. C, Bernard the Chief Elf and a hoof print from Bwutus). So he prepares his letter and hands it to me explaining that one little spot was Santa's nose and the big blob on the top of the letter was Santa. At the bottom he wrote his letters to Santa. There was an 'A', a 'C' an 'L' that looked like a backwards 7, an 'M', his favorite letter, an 'i', because it has a dot on top like sundaes, an 'R' that looked like a marshmallow on legs and an 'H'. Letters to Santa. They happen to be the letters in his name with the exception of the e as he always forget how the e goes but he emphatically insists that he wasn't writing his name. They are his "...WETTERs to Santa, Mommy. huh. Don't ask me again."
AND I'm not allowed to mail it to Santa because "...he might not get it because sometimes mail gets wost and he wants to hand it to him hisself to make sure Santa gets it because he wants to make sure Santa gets his wetter because he weally wikes the Chwistmas Guy and he's on the nice list and..."
I'm still laughing...
Michael has been very serious and industrious in his approach to the formalities of asking Santa for his gifts. He very patiently sat right in front of the stage where Santa and Mrs. Claus were visiting with all the children until it was his turn. Then he unleashed this huge list of toys he'd never told us he wanted??? No idea where he was storing those ideas.
But the funniest thing occurred when we wrote his letter to Santa. I sat with him and explained that he would write a letter to Santa thanking him for his letter and letting Santa know that he was so happy to be on the Nice list (he got a certificate signed by Mr. C, Bernard the Chief Elf and a hoof print from Bwutus). So he prepares his letter and hands it to me explaining that one little spot was Santa's nose and the big blob on the top of the letter was Santa. At the bottom he wrote his letters to Santa. There was an 'A', a 'C' an 'L' that looked like a backwards 7, an 'M', his favorite letter, an 'i', because it has a dot on top like sundaes, an 'R' that looked like a marshmallow on legs and an 'H'. Letters to Santa. They happen to be the letters in his name with the exception of the e as he always forget how the e goes but he emphatically insists that he wasn't writing his name. They are his "...WETTERs to Santa, Mommy. huh. Don't ask me again."
AND I'm not allowed to mail it to Santa because "...he might not get it because sometimes mail gets wost and he wants to hand it to him hisself to make sure Santa gets it because he wants to make sure Santa gets his wetter because he weally wikes the Chwistmas Guy and he's on the nice list and..."
I'm still laughing...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The Christmas Guy
Michael calls Santa Cwaus the Christmas Guy. This is really a Mikumism however it's longer than just a phrase...it's the entire concept. So says Michael...
"The Cwistmas Guy wides his weindeer and gives good boys and giwews pwesents and tuff (stuff) but he's not weal he's pwetend but he brings us tuff and sometimes if you have a chimnee he comes down but he doesn't get burned by the fire cuz he knows a secwet way and then he eats cookies and drinks chocwatey miwk and goes to see Weece." (Reece is his best friend)
"The Cwistmas Guy wides his weindeer and gives good boys and giwews pwesents and tuff (stuff) but he's not weal he's pwetend but he brings us tuff and sometimes if you have a chimnee he comes down but he doesn't get burned by the fire cuz he knows a secwet way and then he eats cookies and drinks chocwatey miwk and goes to see Weece." (Reece is his best friend)
Michael's Dreams
Been a while but I have some really great new material so I will TRY to post them all in this next month.
Top of this list for today...Michael's Dreams. On the weekends we take our time getting out of bed (Michael inevitably has crawled in with us) and upon waking we ask what dreams Michael had.
So you all know where this is going. Surreal plus 3.5. It doesn't get any funnier.
Last night's dream:
Me: What did you dream about?
Michael: Red Robin (pronounced Wed Wobin)
Me: Did you have their yummy Macaroni and Cheese?
Michael reflectively: No...they were cwosed. So I went somepwace ewse.
Me: Oh. Where did you go?
Michael: Home Depot. They had wots of tuff.
Me: Did you eat there?
Michael: I had a hotdog. Then I went home. The end.
The night before:
Me: Did you dream last night?
Michael: Yeah. I dreamed about Batman. He was fwying all around and around and kiwwing all the bad guys. Mommy why are there bad guys?
Me: So Batman has a job.
Michael: Oh. Huh. Well Batman was saving all the people. The end.
When I get a new camera I will post a really funny video of him jamming on his air guitar. He came home one day and just did this. Jammed out, told me to rock out and went on his merry way.
Top of this list for today...Michael's Dreams. On the weekends we take our time getting out of bed (Michael inevitably has crawled in with us) and upon waking we ask what dreams Michael had.
So you all know where this is going. Surreal plus 3.5. It doesn't get any funnier.
Last night's dream:
Me: What did you dream about?
Michael: Red Robin (pronounced Wed Wobin)
Me: Did you have their yummy Macaroni and Cheese?
Michael reflectively: No...they were cwosed. So I went somepwace ewse.
Me: Oh. Where did you go?
Michael: Home Depot. They had wots of tuff.
Me: Did you eat there?
Michael: I had a hotdog. Then I went home. The end.
The night before:
Me: Did you dream last night?
Michael: Yeah. I dreamed about Batman. He was fwying all around and around and kiwwing all the bad guys. Mommy why are there bad guys?
Me: So Batman has a job.
Michael: Oh. Huh. Well Batman was saving all the people. The end.
When I get a new camera I will post a really funny video of him jamming on his air guitar. He came home one day and just did this. Jammed out, told me to rock out and went on his merry way.
Friday, October 10, 2008
New Mikumisms
These are more actual scenarios that are too funny to not post.
On getting up from the table at dinner time:
Me: Michael, where are you going? You have food to eat.
Michael: Mommy, I need to make more room! (Spoken in a very exxasperated tone with his hands flipped up)
Me: How do you make more room?
Michael: First you poop, then you go pee, then you have more room for Macaroni and Cheese.
On going out to eat:
Memaw: Michael, we're going to meet you're mommy for dinner at Bob Evans.
Michael: I don't like Bob Evans. I like Wed Wobin
When I pick him up from daycare and they are on the playground:
Michael: Not yet mommy. I don't want you here. I'm not ready
On drop-off:
Michael: don't weave mommy. Wait 5 minutes until I'm ready.
When I say the F word:
Michael: Mommy. Fuck is a bad word. You shouldn't say fuck. Why did you say fuck? Do you like to say fuck? I'm not allowed to say fuck cuz it's a bad word. Mommy, I don't say fuck. You shouldn't say fuck. Mommy, don't say fuck any more ever again.
Me: OK
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