Monday, January 30, 2012

It's the little things.

"Mama is 'Okay' with a 'k-o' or a 'c-o'?"
"No, how do you spell 'okay'?"
"MAMA! How do you spell 'okay'?!"
"It's an 'o' and a 'k'."
"Oh! Ok!"

I love moments like these! :)

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Artistic Endeavors

Chances are, that if you've had a conversation with Alex, he'll slide the fact that he is an artist into the discussion. In fact, you may find yourself one of the lucky few who he offers to take under his wing, to help you too, become an artist.

It really should come as no surprise that sometimes I find myself wondering what life must have been like for the mothers of some artists.

Did Picasso's madre ever chastised him for drawing on himself?

Perhaps Pollock's mother discovered a toothpaste creation on the bathroom mirror.

Do you think Michelangelo's mama ever saw her washtub splattered with paint?

Maybe, just maybe Monet's mum revoked his pen privileges.

"Kill-Joy" Isn't my middle name. It's just part of my job description.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

In the place where he was born

One year ago Spain chose his birth date.

I decided that in honor of the occasion, we would re-visit his birth place.

Happy Birthday Spain!!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

To Catch A Laundry Gnome

I have a miniature replica of Mount Kilimanjaro in the corner of my living room made entirely out of laundry.
I'm going to pause for a moment, to let you reflect on my level of enthusiasm for geographical marvels.

It's pretty amazing.

However, a towel shortage in the kitchen and bathrooms have led me to believe it may be time to disassemble the mountain. Like the sane responsible adult that I am, I don't want to.

I mean I REALLY don't want to.

I started snatching towels and washcloths off of the top of the mountain. After all, I would wash them, replace them and no one would be the wiser.... Then Alex surprised me with a basket of dirty laundry he had been saving for me. And I changed all the bed linens. And then a little diaper laundry landed on the mountain. Now all the towels and washcloths aren't immediately accessible, and I'm a little uneasy about being buried in a laundry landslide.

I just don't think that would look right in my obituary.

So, folding laundry it is.

But, just as hope was flying out the window, I heard the soft whisper of a rumor. A mystical magical creature called the Laundry Gnome.

I immediately started Googling.

Alas, it was to no avail.

I realized that I would have to pioneer this quest on my own. I started reflecting on the stories I had heard as a child. There had to be a common element. With a sudden stroke of genius, I realized the key ingredient to gnome/elf luring technique. One must always leave gift.

Here's hoping!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Out of the mouths of babes

Sometimes it's hard to be Alex.
Especially when you throw an uncle who's younger than you into the mix.

Yes, you read that correctly. Alex has an uncle that is younger than him... Eleven months and three days younger to be precise.
It leads to an interesting dynamic when we go visit. Alex firmly believes that since he is older... And slightly taller, he should have the privilege of making more decisions, and choosing activities than his uncle. Whereas Uncle Uri believes that his position of "uncle" deserves the utmost respect and power, regardless of his youth.

On there hand, they manage to surprise me quite frequently. We were recently cruising the aisles of Target together. Uncle Uri and Alex were seating in the basket of the shopping cart speaking in low tones together while I was searching for something for Sweet Husband. I sudden;y caught a snippet of their conversation and tuned in.

Alex: Jesus is God. And God is good.
Uncle Uri: That's right. We love Jesus. I love Jesus.
Alex: And we need to avoid idols!
Alex: Yes. The Devil is an Idol. And Idols are....
Both: BAD!!!
Uncle Uri: Say "NO" to idols.
Alex: Yes. Say "No" to Idols.

And then they began to sing "Let your light shine".

I never thought I would push a revival through the aisles of Target.