electric boogaloo

“Nicolaus you need to pick the blocks up.”

“I don’t think so… can you clean them up?”

“No. Pick them up.”

“But I got them out!”

“We know… that’s why you need to clean them up.”

“No, that’s why you need to clean them up. I had to get them out.”

We got Nicolaus a microscope. I had a gift certificate to Toys backwards R Us, and there wasn’t anything else in the entire store that would satisfy him other than the $150 telescope which - isn’t that what those giant observatory ones cost?

So the scientist has a microscope and like most scientists I know he is obsessive and not very sharey with it. At night he puts it right next to his bed. And hugs it and whispers, “I love you microscope. I wish you were my real mother.”

I’m pretty sure.

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Meanwhile Graham is entering the “the only good ideas are my ideas” phase of toddlerhood. If I try to get him to do anything he shakes his head and gives me the baby finger. Then when I give up he’s like, crap. That DOES sound kind of awesome. Why do I keep telling her no?? Must learn their word for yes. A minute ago I offered him a yummy dried peach slice. He shook his head and said, “Naow.”

So I set it down on the table. Just now I looked over and he’s cheerfully chewing on the peach. “Mmmm!” He told me, “Ood.” Which means food in Dutch or whatever language he speaks. Seems to be Dutch.

Do I sound sleepy? We’re working on this thing where the boys go to bed earlier. It’s working! But now they’re back to waking up before seven, which is just sick and wrong. So next up is teaching me to go to bed earlier.

A realtor came over yesterday and told us what we need to do to sell our house this spring. Her suggestions weren’t surprising: paint, clear out clutter, put pants on your kids when people come over. We wrote it all down.

So there’s that. Selling the house! Woooo! You know, Wooooooo?

I’m writing this here so maybe next time we will actually remember it: People with residency ADD should not buy houses, ever. By the time we pay all the realtors and everyone, we’ll be happy to break even on this deal. And it’s a huge pain to go through when we’re going to end up getting restless and movey a couple of years later. So it may be a (nother) financial mistake but we can’t help it; we’re restless, we’re movey, so here we go. Towards Georgia for now… and then who knows? Tennessee? North Carolina?

We’re looking for a town to live in that may not exist: Some magical not-urban, not-rural, but not-suburbia-either place. Somewhere pretty. Friendly. Warm weather. Arty. But not pretentious or scary or overrun by giant swarms of angry bees eight months out of the year. If you know of such a place, please let me know. So we can buy a house there!