Archive for the ‘Dawitish’ Category

I’m here, I’m here. Busy. Also there’s the pesky job, Facebook, PTO, and 2nd grade math homework. Back to the fun with kids:

I need to get this down before my kids stop doing it and it disappears from my memory. They have two topics they discuss in back of the white minivan: Cook Crabs and the Nose Mall.

You see, each time you leave the highway on an exit with a “2” in it, you’re headed for the Nose Mall. If you’re lucky, you have Lily and Dawit in the car to help navigate such a perilous situation. It requires special clothing, food, and a decontamination after you escape. There are hours of details invented and remembered and built upon.

Then there are the Cook Crabs. They are creatures that live in our walls, and travel on various errands with us in my bags. They are also able to teleport via baby-changing stations in public restrooms. It’s unclear if they pose any danger, Lily and Dawit are usually gleeful that they are around, but sometimes try to stomp them.

I’ve taken to simply playing along–they both laugh like hyenas when I ask them about the Cook Crabs at school. Apparently Cook Crabs don’t go to school. Who knew?


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Yesterday produced some great kid-speak:

Lily must have heard John talking to our new dog about who is the Alpha Dog in our house. Lily was affectionately petting the pup and saying:

You’re not the Elf Dog. Daddy’s the Elf Dog here. Do you love the Elf Dog?

On the way to swimming lessons, there was much discussion about what skills the kids needed to master. Dawit still has some fear of the deep water, but he said:

Don’t worry, me and Lily can both shred water now, so we can be in the deep end.

On the way home from swimming, the kids were chatting about stick sand (you know, the kind you get stuck in and sink) Lily wanted to know if there is any stick sand in Connecticut. I said I’ve only seen it in the movies. Dawit, of course, knew all about where to find stick sand:

D: I think there is stick sand in Mexico. You know, they have mountains, deserts, oceans, forests. And those Petermans. I’ll bet they have stick sand.

L: Yeah. Dawit. What are you talking about Petermans?

D: You know, those things, they’re like triangles….

L: Dawit! You mean pyramints! Mexico isn’t the only place with pyramints. Egypt has them too.

D: Oh, maybe Egypt has stick sand, too! Mommy, where’s Egypt?

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My mom, sister, and niece visited for a week–we’ve been busy with gardening, partying, shopping, swimming, golfing, and my kids’ latest favorite game: Sorry! Summertime fun! They left early this morning, and there were lots of tears from both kids.

One good bit of Dawitish: We went out to eat one evening, and the restaurant offered coloring books. Dawit intently worked on his for 15 minutes or so, and then set down the crayon, shook his hand, and announced to the table that he had “writer’s crap”.

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Yesterday I pulled something in my lower back, and by 6:00 I was hurting enough that I had trouble standing up straight and walking. I decided a bath might help, so while I was soaking in the tub each family member stopped in to check on me.

Lily made me a card that said

believe in yourself, and don’t think about your back.”

Dawit stuck his head in the door with one quick question:

“Did you poop today Mommy? Sometimes that helps me.”

John asked if I needed anything. I said that what I needed was a hot tub with jets directed at my lower back. To which he said:

“Wait right here. I’ll go get a straw.”

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Underdog on her unicorn

It’s vacation–or as Dawit calls it –weekcation, and we are enjoying ourselves. The kids have been staying up late, sleeping in, and inventing lots of merriment during the day. Can you believe how patient this dog is?

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Magic show

The kids went to a birthday party today.  There was a fabulous magician.  Dawit has been busy since with his magic wand.

 Look out, I’m going spell a cast on you!

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One of Dawit’s favorite things to do is to wrestle with his sister and his dad.  I don’t usually participate,  but I did listen last night.  Here is a sample of Dawit’s fighting language:

“Show me what ya got”

“You want a piece of me?”

“You think so, eh?”

“Ohhh, you’re going down!”

“I can take him.  Let me at ’em”

“Heeee-yaw!”  (backwards!)

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