Socializing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWsx1X8PV_A&feature=player_detailpage

You may have seen this before. This was one smart guy (Milton Friedman) and also great at debate.

Hay, Hey, Hay

Suzy recently bought some Gnocchi (a type of pasta, see picture). They can be made from potatoes, flour etc. Usually we get the potato or white flour based kind. This time, Suzy got whole wheat. She overheard Kate telling Faith that those were the "Hay Kind".

Suzy didn't understand, and asked, "What?"
Kate, "You know, Hay Gnocchis."
Suzy, "you mean, Hey Gnocchis, how's it going? Like when I say Hey Kate, how are you?"
Kate, "Noooo, like Hay, that stuff animals eat."
Suzy, "OHHHH! You mean Wheat!"

I just thought it was funny that she could tell that those Gnocchis were different. But Hay, who doesn't like whole wheat, right?

Traditions

You know those parents that are totally against their kids believing in Santa, the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny? We're not those parents. Nothing wrong with that mind you, and Suzy and I probably maintain the illusions for different reasons (I'm assuming we do at least, I think its pretty funny and cute, Suzy probably has a reason that doesn't involve laughing at our kids).

Anyway, Kate and Faith think that their Uncle Kevin is the Easter bunny. Why you may ask? Because he is! At least at the Easter party we usually go to on the Saturday morning before Easter. It's over close to the Tingey's house, and the first year we went Kevin was volunteered to dress up in the Easter bunny costume. He's about 6'4, so he makes a VERY tall Easter bunny. At first Kate (who was 2 and a half at the time I believe) was scared spitless. Then Kevin took off the mask and showed her who he was (She calmed down and liked the Easter bunny from then on). Ever since then Kate has thought that the Easter bunny is Kevin.

Today, Suzy was driving home from Costco with the Kids and an advertisement for Fred Meyer (I store similar to Wal-Mart) came on the radio. It was advertising "All the Easter candy you'll need to fill up those Easter baskets." Kate, that sharp little girl she is, immediately asked Suzy, "But why do they need candy for the Easter baskets, Uncle Kevin is the Easter bunny and he fills the baskets?" (The girls get an Easter basket Easter morning from the "Easter bunny") Suzy, also very sharp (we know where Kate gets it from) calmly replied, "they must be talking about the Easter baskets for the Easter egg hunts, because as you know, we have to bring our own candy filled eggs for those."

As a side note, the Kids do know the real meaning of both Easter and Christmas. Suzy's been doing a "last week" of Jesus's life in the evenings (taking the kids through the triumphal entry, to the Last supper through to the resurrection).

Wives make great birthday presents

Email from Suzy, 'nough said.
So, I was asking Kate this morning if she could think of anything else to get for Uncle Marshall for his birthday, and she said, "Hmmm, I know! A wife!"

I laughed and then asked if he might like to pick one out himself. She then suggested that we bring him a whole bunch of girls and let him pick his favorite. :)

Maybe we could even hold a ball! Balls are great places for picking out wives.

Victorian Movies

Kate was watching some Victorian era movie with Suzy. The end was near and the unlikely couple (he from a good background, her not so much) were finally realizing their romantic dreams. What do I hear (I'm in the office), but a cute little voice chanting "show the wedding part, show the weddig part" over and over.  Ah, to be in a house full of girls.

What not to get your wife for her birthday

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Evil meanness

I don't know if you recall the whole bad is good phenomenon that took place in the 80s (as far as I can recall). Not bad things that people are calling good, but good things that people are calling good by calling them bad.  Such, that sweet dance move was so wicked sick bad (aka, mindblowingly good). 

Anyway, on occasion in our household such vernacular surfaces as both Suzy and I grew up in the 80s (okay, so myself a little more than her).

I came home from Blimpies having purchased some sandwiches for the family (Suzy had some young women's thing going on and thus had not the time to make dinner as she usually does).  I grabbed a few of their cookies. Upon seeing such, Suzy said "Oh, you're evil!" Earlier she had mentioned that they make a "mean" sub sandwich.  Our poor confused daughter Kate piped up at this point, "DAD'S NOT EVIL"! and "Why did you call the sandwich mean?"

Needless to say, we attempted to 80-ize our child's understanding.

Sunshine

We were at a "fancy" restaurant (Cafe Ole). It is a nice little Mexican restaurant near the mall. It has a fountain on the inside, with lots of money in it. As Kate calls it, a wishing fountain.  Suzy gave the girls pennies to throw in.  Faith adroitly threw hers in the middle tier (there were three tiers).
Suzy, "What did you wish for"
Faith (with an uh oh look): "I forgot a wish.*pause* The sun was in my eyes."
Its good to know she's already practicing up for those rare times when she doesn't make the catch, or misses the shot.
ps - the fountain is on the inside of the restaurant, and the sun had set.

Gen Conf

Today's General Conference, or as a friend of mine said, TV Church.  Suzy did a great job of making things special.  She printed off some paper puppets of the Apostles, the girls colored them (except Suzy did a few as well).  Here's Elder Cook. Kate and Faith would swap them out depending on who was speaking. It was pretty cute. It lasted for about the first session on Saturday, but I was more than happy with that.