Facebook Part II

It is nearly official. I believe Facebook has killed my wife's blog. I mean seriously when was the last time she posted something? I remember the days of 30 posts in 30 days. Yes they weren't the most in depth postings but at least one had something to look forward to reading each day.

Sorry readers no more updates. Sorry kids no documentation of you growing up. Sorry Blogger - Facebook wins again. Maybe you need to add some time wasting games like Bejeweled or Farm Town.

Bye blogger. You've been good to us.

Little Brothers

I should have known. Or at least have expected it. Let me tell you a story...

A few months ago Dylan and two of her friends started getting together each week for a play date. We rotate homes, feed the kids lunch and let them play for a few hours. This is so fun for a few reasons. First, the girls learn to play and share and start making lasting friendships. But also, we moms get one precious day a week where we only have our little boys with us. It's perfect mommy-son date time. Ironically, all three girls are the oldest, and all three have those pesky little brothers.

This morning, as we prepared to welcome two more three year old girls into our home, we made a quick dash to Michael's for some crafty inspiration. On our way Dylan started this conversation with me:

Dylan: "Mom, when we get home can you lock Isaac in his room with a package of fruit snacks?"

Me: "Umm, no."

D: "But mom, I don't want Isaac to be out of his room when my friends come over. I don't want him to bug them."

Me: "How do you know Isaac will bug them? He might play really nicely with all of you."

D: "He's my little brother. He always bugs us."

I just shook my head and laughed thinking that Isaac, at two years old, is already bugging his older sister and her friends. Then I chuckled even more thinking of all that Dylan and her friends are in store for when this little brother starts bringing over friends of his own.

As I was laughing, Dylan started up another conversation with Isaac.

D: "Isaac do you promise not to bug my friends?"

I: "Uh huh."

D: "Does uh huh mean yes you will bug us or yes you won't bug us?"

I: "Uh huh."

D: "You won't bug us?"

I: "Yes."

D: "Okay, thanks big boy."

I'm guessing all will be well, until Isaac starts bugging the girls. Then we'll see how quickly they request he be locked in his room with fruit snacks and water.

Facebook is a killer...

This blog is a few weeks behind but better late then never...

I have come to the conclusion that Facebook is a killer. It has taken my wife's every free moment. From Bejeweled, Farmtown and other games, messages from Olympian friends (she has like 3-4 now) and all the stupid little quizzes one can take (I mean who needs to know what kind of Transformer they would be?) all of her free time is now focused on the stinking website.

Yes I am being hypocritical here as I am probably the king of being on the computer but this is getting out of control. For the past 3-4 hours we've sat on the couch watching television and playing on two separate laptops. I had to send her phone a text message to distract her! We went camping over the weekend and she was online within 15 minutes of getting home. Of course deep down inside I love the fact she is interested in the computer and various websites but enough already.

Facebook - I want my wife back.

I guess I should be happy. She accepted my friend's request after making me wonder by delaying her response for 3 days.

(I'm just having a little fun with you honey. I know you are just giving me a taste of what I've been giving you for a very long time. Love you.)

Dylan - 2, Costco - 0

About a month back, Todd wrote a post about a recent shopping trip to Costco with Dylan and her disgust with the employee checking receipts as they left the store. Each time we go to Costco with both the kids it is a battle to determine who gets to hand over the receipt as we leave and get the coveted smiley face on the back. It is not an argument I enjoy as it tends to erupt into tears and wails about the unfairness of life. Not ever a good thing with a two and three year old.

Yesterday I took the kids to Costco for lunch and to pick up a few things. We met my sister and two of her kids and had a nice lunch. They had done their shopping early, whereas we were doing our shopping afterward. We ate our lunches, said our goodbyes and the kids and I started off in the direction we needed to go. We quickly got the few items on my list and checked out.

This is where the whining starts.

Now that Costco has self checkout Dylan always wants to help. She is a fantastic helper and loves to do all she can to assist anyone and everyone. It's great and I sure hope it lasts. But, unfortunately, this day was not a good day to let a three year old scan items. Costco was busy. Really busy. I quickly told Dylan that she couldn't help this time, and explained why, and thankfully, she was content with my reasoning. As I finished scanning our items and quickly paid I suddenly remembered that I'm only going to get one receipt. And I have two kids.

This isn't going to be good. I know what happens when there is only one receipt and two kids. I've witnessed it far too many times. And it's nap time. This is going to be very, very, bad.

So in all my motherly wisdom, I look at my receipt, find the easiest place to split it in two, somewhere that won't cause any problems for the checker at the door and I rip the receipt in half. This of course was not Dylan's idea of a proper solution. She felt she deserved the whole receipt. I quickly gave her a choice of 3/4 of a receipt (the easiest place to split it, remember?) or no receipt at all.

She chose the portion. Good choice. Isaac on the other hand was thrilled to have his own receipt to hand to the lady, even if it wasn't really necessary for our checkout process. As we queued up (I love that I just used the word queue!) to exit the store, I noticed an increasing line behind us. We reached the exit and there was a lady I'd never seen before at the door. My guess is that since we normally go to Costco in the evening, this was an afternoon or morning employee so we didn't recognize her. Either way, I quickly explained that I've learned to give each of my kids the receipt in order to avoid the tantrum. She smiled, said she understood and told me that it was smart to pick my battles. She checked off our items and handed the kids back the receipts.

And then it happened.

Each child turned their receipt over to check out their newly acquired happy faces. And there wasn't a single one. If you were coming out of Costco yesterday at about 1pm, let me apologize now. You would have thought they were dying. The screaming, the crying, the moans and groans. They were not happy. I apologized, told them that maybe the lady was new and didn't know about smiley faces. I told them there was a long line and she didn't have time to draw smiley faces. Nothing worked. So, I finally gave up and told them if they stopped crying, I would draw them smiley faces on their receipts. And wouldn't you know? It worked!

We got back into the car, and I drew each of them their own smiley faces. Isaac loved his. Dylan, on the other hand, informed me that her's didn't have a head because there wasn't the all encompassing circle around the face and hair.

I don't think I'll ever win.

Nuclear reactor leaks in Southern California...

(California Vacation Update - staying at the beach)

Now I am no expert on the bible and other religious stories but I could have sworn I heard one about fish dying for no reason and floating up on the shore. It was the last thing I thought would happen as my wife and I were taking a late night stroll but all of a sudden hundreds if not thousands of fish started washing ashore. Some nuclear reactor up the coast must have leaked and killed all of these fish I thought. Maybe worse, this is my only warning of a pending tsunami headed our way. Then I noticed something even more odd. I noticed all the dead fish were flopping around and trying to get back into the water.

As strange as that was it kind of made sense. I mean if I were a fish out of water I would want to get back in too. What didn't make sense was why all the fish were coming out of the water in the first place. Were they lost? Was something scaring them onto shore?

Not growing up in Southern California or anywhere near the ocean I had never heard of this before. Not to worry I have been told it is completely normal. The fish are called Grunion and they do this every year.

To tell the whole story we had a head's up that this was coming. Nicole read a calendar indicating the California Grunion Run was scheduled for this week. Up and down the beach I could see about 50 people with flash lights and cameras all catching a glimpse. It truly was odd but at the same time really cool. If you ever get the chance I suggest seeing the Grunion Run yourself. Under the moon light I could see thousands of sparkling fish up and down the shore all trying to get lucky and then get back into the water.

From the people who know at Grunion.Org - "California grunion are a species of marine fish found only along the coast of southern California and northern Baja California. They are justifiably famous for their unique spawning behavior. Grunion spawn completely out of the water and lay their eggs on many sandy beaches in California. Shortly after high tide, on specific nights, sections of these beaches sometimes are covered with thousands of grunion dancing about on the sand.

I named this one Forrest.

Bug's Ear

On our way over to California we stopped for a potty break at a McDonald's. This had to be the only McDonald's for 100 miles in any direction because it seemed every traveler also stopped here on their way between Phoenix and San Diego.

While walking back to the car an elderly couple behind us asked, "Do you have twins?" After stopping to talk with them for a second while loading the kids in the car they gave several complements on how cute the kids were.

To Isaac - "Boy those blue eyes are going to knock out the girls later in life"

Of course Isaac replies by shaking his head up and down agreeing with the man. Isaac then points to Dylan and says, "That's my sister Dylan."

The man replies, "Yep she's as cute as a bug's ear too."

Dylan and Isaac both say thank you and we are back on the road. A few minutes later, Dylan breaks the silence by asking, "Mommy why did that man say I have a bug in my ear?"

We thought about trying to explain it but there are just some things that won't make sense for a 3 year old. I explained the man said she was cute and all was well.

Trigonometry

I know we've posted a bit about Dylan lately, but I want to make sure I write down the funny things she says. I'll make sure to post some about Isaac in the near future too.

Monday Todd and I were running errands and the kids were with us. We were driving through an intersection when I heard Dylan exclaim, "Look, a waterfall." She didn't say it very loud and actually the word waterfall kind of trailed off into silence. Todd quickly responded with, "Yes, it's a waterfall."

And this is how the conversation continued:

D: "It's not a waterfall, it's a fountain."

T: "Oh, sorry."

D: "Daddy, waterfalls come from rocks."

T: "Sorry." (I'm also quietly laughing and thinking our three year old just showed him.)

Todd also must have been feeling the same way because he followed up his apology with, "I'll make sure to come to you when I need help with trigonometry too." He was obviously feeling a little put out.

Dylan, not knowing about sarcasm, just sweetly said, "I'll help you with waterfalls and fountains daddy, don't worry."

To which Todd just shook his head and said thank you. What else can you do?