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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Snippets from Crazyland.

WOW.  JUST, WOW.
CHURCH BUDDIES.
WHY, YES, I DID FALL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF A NOISY GARAGE.  WHAT OF IT?
YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR... FORGET IT.  NEVER MIND.
From Majesty:
 
Age 6 1/2 - Jack has taught himself the Greek alphabet.  (Seriously, this happened.  It's freaky, and a testament to the power of choosing a really swell library book.  -E.C.)

At the dermatologist waiting to have a wart removed from Jack's finger:
Majesty:  Jack, do you want me to sit beside you or do you want to sit in my lap?
Jack:  Mom, hold on just a minute, I want to pray before the doctor comes in.
Dear God,  please help me be brave and for this to not hurt my finger.
He watches the doctor remove it and doesn't even flinch.

H.M. to Jack:  What kind of birds did Noah send out from the ark?
Caroline:  PARROTS!!!
 
From Me:
Like most schools, Jack's has this inscrutable color coding chart describing behavior.  And it's not terribly logical.  Blue is really bad, purple is terrific, gold (Guys can we just level with each other and admit that it's your straight-up garden variety LLELLOW?)... well gold is the best you can get... and so on.

Jack comes home with purple one day, which is terrific and y'know, not extremely common.  We start poking around about what exactly he did to merit this color.  Finally the worksheet pictured above... that he turned in to his teacher... is uncovered, and we ask him if that's about the time she clipped him up to purple.  Huge grin.  "Uh... Yeah." 
 
Ladies, I've told you this before, but I'm serious, you better batten down the hatches.  This dude knows stuff, and he's incredibly dangerous.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Plum Covered Up

INTRODUCING SIR CHARLES THUNDERBOLT FUBATTI, JUNIOR, A.K.A. "THE SPECKLED DEVIL"
My blogging career came to an abrupt end this summer.  Sorry 'bout that.

For whatever it's worth, the story is that we've been busier in the past 3 months than I can remember.  Ever.

Working.  Churching.  Schooling.  Learning-to-Ride-Bikes-Yourselfing.   Furry-Speckled-Devil-Semi-Children-Acquiring.  You name it.  Real busy.  I mean, plum covered up.  And listen, where I'm from, when you get PCU, you're 5 kinds of slammed, dude.

So I can guarantee virtually nothing in the way of future postings around here.  But if I had a CJMP to-do list, and I don't, that nonexistent list might look like:
  1. Fess up to the incredibly unwise decision to essentially start filming Planet Dog Part Deux:  The Fiasco
  2. Document Jack (magically?) learning to ride the sweetest bike ever (emphasize sweet in the technical, bike shop dude, non-mommyblogger sense)
  3. Post a coupla recent sermons/classes
  4. Record Caroline Fubatti Jane's ridiculousness and foibles and inability, nay, refusal to negotiate anything, at any time
  5. Talk about how shockingly grown up JMW has become, apparently in the last 45 minutes (NOTE:  conspicuously avoid discussing how painfully old that makes us feel)
But to demonstrate some good faith, y'know, to all 3 of you out there... and because some random lady in Boise, Idaho has been harassing us for pictures, here we are.  So it's going to be THAT way, huh?!  Fine then.  Fine.

Eat your heart out, people.