Snippets

Two weeks ago, when we visited the pediatrician, the doctor checked Tai’s ears and could only see wax. After digging in both ears and washing them out, a process that was torturous for both Tia and Lee and I, the doctor had successfully removed four plugs of wax that were each roughly the diameter of a pea. Our doctor told us that Tia had likely been only hearing at about 10%, which is probably why she still wasn’t talking.

Today she is talking more clearly than I’ve ever heard her and she’s talking a lot more. She also keeps putting her hands over her ears and saying, “Too loud!” Poor kid.

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While driving in the car the other day, I pointed out a brillinat sunset to the kids. We talked about what a great job God did painting the sky. Here were Tia’s comments:

“Mommy, Do yud me.” (translation God Loves Me)
Me: “Yes he does, Tia.”
Tia: “Yeah. Do dood.” (God is good)
Me: “Yes, He is.”
Tia: “Yeah. Da Hedew bad. Do dood. Da Hedew till me. Do say me.” (Darth Vader is bad. God is good. Darth Vader kills me. God saves me.)
Me: “Ooookaaay.”

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Sloan is into telling jokes. Someone shoot me now. These are the jokes that I must endure multiple times a day.
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Gladys
Gladys who?
Gladys ba-Gladys I don’t know where my eyeball is.

I know. Painful. Literally, my stomach starts to twist up in knots every time I hear the words Knock Knock. I even bought him a jokebook in the hopes that he would learn good jokes. Didn’t work. He still prefers to make up his own. How long does this phase last?

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When Sloan tells Tia a joke, this is usually her response:
“Hol, da no hunny.” (Sloan, that’s not funny)
Or, my personal favorite, “Hol, da no may sense.” (Sloan that doesn’t make sense)

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I have recently introduced the movie Singin’ in the Rain. The kids love it. They dance around the house singing, “Make ’em laaauugh.” It’s great. We’ve also started watching Little House on the Prairie on a regular basis. Much to Lee’s chagrin. I keep trying to remind him that this will make Sloan very marketable with the ladies someday. He usually responds by telling me that he doesn’t want me signing Sloan up for some fru-fru dance class. Deal, babe.

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There is a George Clooney movie filming in town in March. I went to the open casting call for extras but when I saw the several hundred people standing in line, I laughed and walked away. On a whim, I sent in my application, but figured I wouldn’t hear anything because I heard they were giving preference to those who actually showed up for the casting call. I got a call yesterday asking me if I could come be part of the shoot on March 10. Fun! I’m excited. My mom is out of town that day so I’ll have to round up childcare, but it should be a good time.

I told Lee I hope I get to see George Clooney because, um, hi – he’s sexy. Lee told me I have full permission to drool over him if we come in contact. My husband is cool.