New Yogurt Flavors!

Yesterday I took George grocery shopping with me. We stopped in the dairy aisle and I asked him to pick out a yogurt. He pointed to a container that was coffee flavored and had pictures of beans drawn on it. He mistook the beans for hot dogs and requested that I purchase him the "hot dog kind".
What a unique concept, hot dog flavor! Chunks at the bottom is my addition.

Gross, part II

This morning while at Volunteer Park I saw a woman and her dog stop at the drinking fountain. The dog jumped up and literally drank from the fountain while the lady held the button for him. His paws were in the bowl and he was slurping and drinking and grossing me out from head-to-toe. I was horrified- am I overreacting?

Attackle

What do you get when you combine attack and tackle?
Attackle.
This is what George calls it when Goldie pulls his hair and jumps on him.
I'll use it in its most common sentence.
"Mommy, Goldie is attackling me!"

Nana, at your service

My kids adore Nana. According to them she can do no wrong.
Imagine, if you will, the following scene.
We are at my mom's house and it is 5pm. George and Goldie are hungry and I'm making soup for them. George is sitting at the table waiting for his soup while Goldie is out of her seat yelling and pointing at my mom's pantry. My mom walks over to the pantry and opens it up for her. Her yells are getting louder and she is frantically trying to show Nana something that is in a basket on the door. Oh, it is a lollipop. (Lollipops are usually a special treat maybe earned on a long car ride or perhaps after a doctor appointment that involves shots.)
Not according to Nana. She takes the lollipop down, puts Goldie in her high chair and gives it to her for dinner.
Her rational when questioned?
"It was root beer flavor, I honestly didn't think she'd eat it."

And, if that wasn't enough she tried to feed her soup while she sucked the lollipop.
Oddly enough she didn't want any.

gross!

Do you want to know what is gross?
Sharing water with Goldie is very,very gross. Whatever she has eaten in the last 7 hours appears in my glass.
What is even grosser?
Sharing salad with Goldie.
She picks the leaves off my plate, sucks the dressing off, tosses it around in her mouth and spits it back on my plate.
And I, the unsuspecting salad eater, accidentally eat a piece of warm salad. Yuck.
She is also a nose picker just like her brother.

Story review- Schtoompah, by Richard Scarry

Richard Scarry is very popular in our house. His sense of humor is so quirky!
My favorite story is about Schtoompah, the funny Austrian.
Schtoompah was a funny fellow. He was not very tidy. Instead of putting things away neatly, he would just throw them in the closet. It goes on to tell about how he had a concert and couldn't find his tuba and when he did find it he rode his bike to the band concert with it on his head and finally when the concert was about to start ("Uh-ein, uh-zwei, uh-drei!" counts the conductor), all sorts of stuff comes flying out, including a pickaxe, cleats, and lederhosen. (If I had a tuba the same thing would happen, we all know it is true except I don't own lederhosen or any kind of gear. I guess shampoo and dirty clothes would fly out.)
This story has made an impact on George as well. Yesterday we were outside watching the Blue Angels (George has been enjoying the air shows with the exception of the one bad driver. And, I don't know what that means. Clay thinks George saw one one of the pilots on his cell phone.) when one of our neighbors summoned us over. I said hello and was talking to her and said, "George, can you say hi." George looked at this lady, who has piles and piles of crap on her front porch and said, "Hi Schtoompah."
And yes I laughed. It was funny and she didn't hear and most likely isn't reading Ricahrd Scary 'cause her son is in his late 30's (Just like me!!! Gulp).

Clay says this is funny to us but really is a big build up to a story that is kind of mean. I can't help it, I am mean. Now we all know it is true. (However, Clay is meaner 'cause he wouldn't get coffee or lunch with me on my birthday. Good thing he isn't smart enough to know how to comment on my blog. I don't want him to defend himself to my three readers and one ex-boyfriend.)
End of post.

Question of the day

This is from George.

"What would you do if 160 people in wheel chairs showed up at your house and you were sick and needed a wheel chair and there wasn't one for you?"

and my response-

"Make cupcakes."