Halloween Should Be Interesting This Year

I took the the boys to the new Halloween store. It's filled with a variety of gruesome displays, including a two-headed zombie baby that is particularly creepy. They loved it. They have now both decided that they want to be the "Grimson Reaper" for Halloween. So, I'm thinking. The Grim Reaper is the somber-looking, somewhat gruesome harbinger of death. Is the Grimson Reaper his more daring, fashionable cousin who has a penchant for red?

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Earlier tonight the boys were playing and were being suspiciously quiet. So, I went to investigate. I found a fort constructed from every large toy they own and Legos. Addison looked up and said, "I learned a lesson tonight." Being unsure of the nature of this lesson, I replied with a generic and cautious, "That's good. What was it?" To which my miniature old man said, "If you dig into the Lego box deep enough you will find the piece you are looking for. That's kind of like life, huh?" "How so, Addison?" "If you dig deep enough in life you will find what you are looking for."

I don't even know what to say about that. He's eight, right?

Shake It Up, Baby

I know we all have our own weird little quirks, but one of mine is becoming more visible. I have had an essential tremor for eight years or so. (Think Katherine Hepburn in On Golden Pond, but mine isn't that bad.) My head just moves from side to side by itself. It is completely cosmetic with no other physical ramifications. So, anyway, I have always been able to tell when it happens and stop it if I concentrated. Now. Well. Not so much. I was walking down the hall the other day when someone said, "Is it that bad? That you are walking around shaking your head?" I didn't even know it was happening. Other people have commented as well, but I won't bore you with the details. It's worse when I'm tired or stressed, so this may be an excellent excuse to sleep late, get a mani/pedi, and indulge in a massage. In the meantime, if I start shaking my head when you are talking to me it doesn't mean that I am disagreeing with you. Not necessarily, anway. ;-)

Superpowers

Conversation on the way to school today.

Alden: Da-duh-Da I'm Super Alden!
Addison: (smirking) You're not Super Alden.
Alden: (arms raised in the air) Yes, I am! Da-duh-Da! Super Alden!
Addison: Yeah. And you have the power to suck juice.

Never a dull moment.

Ok. I admit it. I have been a superslacker about blogging since school started back. When I get home, my brain moves in slow motion. I promise to do better. In the meantime--The boys were arguing today (shocker) and Alden yelled, "You stupid junk drawer." Of course, we talked about using kind words but I have to give him points for originality.

Enough Said

I was running the water for Alden's bath when he came in wanting to test the temperature. He moved cautiously into the tub and announced, "It feels right to my feet but I have to let Mr. Penis test it. Mr. Penis tells me what to do sometimes." Need I say more?

Addisonisms

I am sure that this is the first of many entries with this title. Addison is always coming up with something.

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Today-I am worn out. I'm just like an old rug.

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One of my favorite of his jokes- What do you call a car with horns? A cattle-ac.

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I like to think up sneaky things and get my brother to do them. (Hint: They're not so sneaky if you tell your mom and dad.)

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What do computers eat? Chips.

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What do you call a nation of dogs? A dalnation