Celeste, Emme, and Sabrina are playing mermaids in the pool.
"I'm so tired of being a mermaid! I want to be a human bee!" Emme wails.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Uncle Lorenzo's phone
So Mom tells me that she gets a phone call from the Ontario, CA area code.
"Hello?" she says.
"Hello? Is this Gloria?" a man queries.
"Yes, this is Gloria." answers my mom.
"I have your phone ma'am." the man informs her."I found your number here and speed dialed you from it."
"I'm pretty sure you have my brother's phone. I'll call him and tell him you found it."
Me interrupting the story:
"Mom, how could you call Uncle Lorenzo when that man has his phone?" I am laughing at my silly mom.
Mom: "He has a land line Monica. I called him there. I'm sure. Do you really think I called Lorenzo's cell phone number to tell him his cell phone is lost?"
scenario:
Mom dialing Uncle Lorenzo's cell: "Hello Lorenzo?"
Man with lost phone: "Hello? I'm the one who found his phone. I'm still here!"
I guess Mom had me there.
"Hello?" she says.
"Hello? Is this Gloria?" a man queries.
"Yes, this is Gloria." answers my mom.
"I have your phone ma'am." the man informs her."I found your number here and speed dialed you from it."
"I'm pretty sure you have my brother's phone. I'll call him and tell him you found it."
Me interrupting the story:
"Mom, how could you call Uncle Lorenzo when that man has his phone?" I am laughing at my silly mom.
Mom: "He has a land line Monica. I called him there. I'm sure. Do you really think I called Lorenzo's cell phone number to tell him his cell phone is lost?"
scenario:
Mom dialing Uncle Lorenzo's cell: "Hello Lorenzo?"
Man with lost phone: "Hello? I'm the one who found his phone. I'm still here!"
I guess Mom had me there.
Brooke's Dishwasher
I just wanted to put this in as a followup to Brooke's printer, because I don't want to forget...
Brooke loves the dishwasher. Her superhuman hearing is as alert to the sound of an opening dishwasher as it is the the printer printing.
She has figured out to open it whether it is locked or not. Most of the time, she leaves it alone, but when I need to load or unload, she is right there.
She likes to stand on the door and bounce. After I pull of her off the door about 5 times, she moves on to her next favorite task: Pulling out the clean silverware and handing it to me. (I have to load dirty dishes when she's asleep). The silverware drawer is right next to the dishwasher. She hands me the forks, spoons and butter knives one at a time. Each time I say "thank you", and each time she says "thank you" in response.
Lately she has moved on to dishes. She's pretty good at it. Lucky me. She'll even get a dishrag and scrub surfaces for me. I think she's a clean freak.
Brooke loves the dishwasher. Her superhuman hearing is as alert to the sound of an opening dishwasher as it is the the printer printing.
She has figured out to open it whether it is locked or not. Most of the time, she leaves it alone, but when I need to load or unload, she is right there.
She likes to stand on the door and bounce. After I pull of her off the door about 5 times, she moves on to her next favorite task: Pulling out the clean silverware and handing it to me. (I have to load dirty dishes when she's asleep). The silverware drawer is right next to the dishwasher. She hands me the forks, spoons and butter knives one at a time. Each time I say "thank you", and each time she says "thank you" in response.
Lately she has moved on to dishes. She's pretty good at it. Lucky me. She'll even get a dishrag and scrub surfaces for me. I think she's a clean freak.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Brooke's Printer
Brooke has a special relationship with our printer. It's just an ordinary printer - pretty much a box with some buttons and trays. Brooke loves it. She likes to stand on a chair that I have next to it and try to take it apart. She loves to pull out the 4x6 photo paper and put it back in or strew it about as her fancy has it.
Her most favorite thing to do however, and I what I think she considers is her job, is to pull out pages as they are being freshly printed out. She is mysterious. I will print something and she will appear out of nowhere and stand while my document is printing, patiently waiting for her prize - to rip it out and hand it to me.
She has keen hearing. I know she is upstairs while I am downstairs planning on printing a document. I know she is there, but sure enough, the whir of the printer guarantees that she will materialize without a sound. She is as quiet as a cat. Standing with grim patience she grabs printout after printout handing them to me efficiently without taking her eyes off my hewlett-packard.
She hands the printouts to me without eye contact. While I watch in irritation - I really don't want her to wrinkle my papers, but arguing with a one y/o is pointless - I am at the same time impressed and tickled. She has a method. She listens and knows that more than one page will come out. She gets the page with her right hand and hands it to me with the fierceness of a bullseye slingshot. Page after page. Wait, shoot, wait, shoot. When the printer sounds like it's finished, she disappears back to where she had come from. Job done.
Her most favorite thing to do however, and I what I think she considers is her job, is to pull out pages as they are being freshly printed out. She is mysterious. I will print something and she will appear out of nowhere and stand while my document is printing, patiently waiting for her prize - to rip it out and hand it to me.
She has keen hearing. I know she is upstairs while I am downstairs planning on printing a document. I know she is there, but sure enough, the whir of the printer guarantees that she will materialize without a sound. She is as quiet as a cat. Standing with grim patience she grabs printout after printout handing them to me efficiently without taking her eyes off my hewlett-packard.
She hands the printouts to me without eye contact. While I watch in irritation - I really don't want her to wrinkle my papers, but arguing with a one y/o is pointless - I am at the same time impressed and tickled. She has a method. She listens and knows that more than one page will come out. She gets the page with her right hand and hands it to me with the fierceness of a bullseye slingshot. Page after page. Wait, shoot, wait, shoot. When the printer sounds like it's finished, she disappears back to where she had come from. Job done.
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