July 2016

August 1st, 2016

7/3
K: I’ve been reading more just in my head lately. I call it mind reading.

7/4 H was up for actual after dark 4th fireworks for the first time in several years. He loved watching kept running back to the front door yelling “badguybadguybadguy” which I finally figured out was little guy swearing.

7/7
Bill and H have this whole “magnetic beebo” schtick right now. I actually saw Hunter run across the room naked to stick his belly on Bill’s. Because magnets.

7/8
H, laughing, watching as his pee sprays across the playroom rug
A: Hunter! Stop! This isn’t funny! It’s just a big pee mess! Please use the potty!
H: Well, it’s a little funny.

H walks out of kitchen looking disgusted, holding a mango with a bite missing out of the skin
A: Yep, the skin isn’t good to eat, buddy. Let me peel that for you. Do you know what that is?
H: Coconut.
A: That does grow in the same kind of hot places as coconuts. It’s a mango.
H: Yep. Mango coconut.

7/10 Super late night due to plays and the heat, and the kids are eating weird. Hunter was begging for snacks. I caught him lying almost all the way down on a pillow, eyes closed, nursing to sleep on a square of cheddar cheese.

7/14 H has been loving a picture book called Mother Bruce, about a bear whose great passion in life is collecting eggs from all around the forest, to use in gourmet recipes. One day the eggs he took from Mother Goose hatch, the goslings imprint on him, and when he tries to return them he finds that she’s flown south for the winter. Hunter happens to be the chief egg cracker, and was 14 eggs into a giant pan of bacon-crust quiche when he started dropping the eggs, whole, into the measuring cup into which we were cracking them. He pulled one out and announced, “This is my slimy buddy.” Slimy Buddy could not become quiche. In fact, due to the shiny egg glaze on on Slimy Buddy’s shell, Hunter recognized him in the egg carton next time we were cooking eggs, and said he would not crack his eggy buddy. Eggy Buddy got a new bed in the fridge and nibbled the cooked eggs. Eggy Buddy also fell down and cracked on the floor several days. Hunter was relatively unfazed, said buy to eggy Buddy, and moved on.

7/15 B was talking about everyone’s names.
H: I’m Hunter Bunter.

7/15 Had a nice conversation about what might have caused the sea gull on the beach to die.
B: Maybe it got that disease that is carried by mosquitos.
K: Lyme disease!
B: No, Lyme disease is spread by ticks.
(Pause)
K: There are ticks, and there are tocks. Tocks get lemon disease.

7/17 Overheard:
B: We are NOT bringing a suitcase full of dog food.

7/17 B to K: Can Lily wear the cape, since she doesn’t have a jacket for comedies?
A, up the stairs: Cymbeline is a tragedy!
K, hollering down: No! It’s a problem play!

7/18: H, about strawberry: It’s NORMOUS! It’s giant!

7/18: Came home from a skating lesson to little voices hollering upstairs:
H: KINGDOM FOR A HORSE!
K: Now Hunter, say this (psppspspspsss)
H: Romiet, oh Romiet, where are you Romiet?
I may have laughed until I cried on the downstairs toilet.
…..
H, AMPED: To be
Not to be
To be
Not to be
To be
Not to be


 

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