Tastes like chicken....

Momo is in the human vacuum cleaner stage. For being almost 8 months I think her pincher grasp is rather well developed. She teaches me exactly how gross my floors are on an hourly basis. Well this morning she looks rather proud of herself and was munching something while sitting on the floor. She shot me a big smile and I noticed some contraband in her mouth. I swept her mouth and produced a chewed up palmetto bug (no, I haven't gone soft, but you'd call it a palmetto bug instead of a roach if it was in your daughter's mouth too!). YUCK!!

Time to teach the big kids that insects count as choking hazards...they're usually pretty efficient at getting up all the other hazards!

Beanie get yer gun....

Hunting is a topic of conversation around here regularly. Someday we will join the clan on one of the big hunts in Michigan and the kids can't wait. Today Beanie expressed willingness to hunt.

"I can't wait to shoot a little panda bear!!!"

Imagine her jumping up and down clapping her hands together, because that's what she was doing.

Maybe she has some inner angst about all the taxpayer dollars used to bring the pandas to the National Zoo only to have to give them back. Who knows, but I think she truly meant grizzly bear because she was even wearing a San Diego zoo shirt with a panda on it. But now I can't see a little panda bear without busting up laughing. Here's to hoping PETA doesn't google my blog.

Retreat!!!!

MoMo (previously referred to as baby) and I went on a silent retreat this weekend. 7 month olds like to talk a lot, so it wasn't so silent, but hey, I will take what I can get.

Beanie thought I was getting treats the whole time and I had to set her straight.

Anyway, lots of deep thoughts from retreat, but the simplest is a quote from JPII's "Let us Rise up on our Way" book that we listened to during meals, "Saints beget and raise saints." Alrighty then, I'd better get moving!!

The Secret Life of Bean

So today, as all you 6 faithful readers know (don't you?), is the anniversary of the beginning of this blog. But instead of a lengthy piece on how this blog was supposed to be a journal and place for me to write and get ideas ('cause you know 90% of people think 'they've got a book in them') I will give you want you want most...more Beanisms! Besides, everyone is home sick and the baby hasn't slept for days....OK not really but that is what it feels like after 3 nights of baby fevers. And happy veteran's day.....this day has much more meaning for me now.

Without further adieu.....

• "Hey....gimme hand five!" And she sticks her hand out.

• In the bathtub last night......" I have a baby in my tummy. I adopted a baby and now its in my tummy." Really Bean, when is your baby coming? "On the feast day of my birthday!"

• From the backseat on the way to school yesterday morning...."DUDE! Learn to drive!" I am so busted.

You want sour cream with that stent?

When P. is asked about work, it often revolves around "cases," i.e. operations or procedures. I must ask him about them every day and often when he calls. I usually say something like "how did your cases go?"

Anyway, Beanie likes to talk to dad when he calls during the day. It is usually just a few moments, "So hi dad, how is your day? What's going on?" Today was no exception. She got on the phone and this is what I heard:

"Hi dad! How were your cases? (waits for reply) OK so did you eat them?"

Get it? She thought we were talking about "Quesas" our slang term for the ubiquitous (or at least they were until the microwave broke) quesadillas. Maybe you had to be there......

Daylight Savings- A double edged sword

Sure, the kids go to bed early and all but they also get up early!

This morning I was in the shower and I hear outside the curtain, "Mommy, I am bored of sleeping!!" I don't like talking to little people before 7am, even if I am up! Yes, I admit wholeheartedly to being attached to that "me" time!