My daughter is going to like Plato's thoughts on music's effects on the soul......

File this one under 'astute observer'. My daughter Biki is a smart one and she's constantly trying to figure out why we do things differently then the culture at large. Well, I don't really want to live in a hole and try to engage the culture where we can without letting the crapola in. Let's just say sometimes my flirtations with popular culture don't go very well.

I like to listen to the radio and I was thumbing through the stations at a light yesterday and came upon a song with a catchy beat and let it stop. Turns out it was Beynoce's "All the Single Ladies" which I knew from the refrain..."If you like it you better put a ring on it...woah, woah, woah, woah, woah." (That's for you older readers! : ) Anyway I start to sing along and mentally make a note that there's nothing bad with these lyrics. Then I hear Biki from the back of the minivan.

"Mom?"
"Yes."
"This music sounds like the girls aren't wearing appropriate clothes."
"Hmmm, you are probably right Bik. Let's turn it off."

And so we did...and there probably won't be any more Beyonce in the car either! Even if it is a catchy song.

Heard around the house...

Me: Why is this baby doll wet?
Them: Beanie baptized it.
(I knew there was a reasonable explanation.)


Me: Who did this (some mess or other)?
Them: It wasn't me Chad. (pronounced shod for those not of Falk lineage.)

And just for fun I thought you should all know that Momo is a ridiculous ham. I am in so much trouble. Today at mass she was out behind the glass doors but would run where her brother and sisters could see her with a cardigan on her head like a hijab in order to elicit laughs...from the children who were supposed to be in mass paying attention. She also ran into mass for the handshake of peace saying "pees, pees" in a baby voice holding out her hand.

And to top it off I heard great laughter from the siblings during dinner and looked over at her to see her drinking a cup of water with all her pizza and carrots stuffed in it . When she realized she had done something funny she started hamming it up even more...scrunching up her nose, clapping for herself, dancing in her chair. Like I said....TROUBLE.

Will the swagger wagon survive?

Thank God we were all unhurt! Safety glass is an amazing invention!!!

Facebook is awkward.

I have a love/hate relationship with FB.

I gave it up for lent and that gave me a litle bit of perspective on it. The pros- it is an excellent networking tool and allows me to be in contact with people that I wouldn't otherwise have been in contact with. I have connected like minded people across the globe through the wonders of the FB universe. It also has a fun everyday element of chatting with the girls in cyberspace, but it has a dark side.

On the one hand there's the elementary school problem of making declarations and posting pictures of events to which others aren't invited. That doesn't really bother me too much unless it is totally gratuitous. It is one thing to post pictures and another to say "I can't wait to have a party with 5 of my FB friends." and then have them all comment on it. AWKWARD.

What has really got me is the issue/problem of FB friend apostelate. I don't usually seek people's opinions out on matters of church doctrine and moral conscience and I have a feeling that my views are known somehow anyway. But I wonder...what are my obligations when people who profess my same faith constantly make declarations about issues that are contrary to church teaching. It never comes up in our regular dealings but it seems almost constant in our FB dealings. There's a friend, and then there's a FB friend and let's face it, they aren't quite the same thing. Would they be offended if I brought it up in real life? Like I said, awkward.

File Under I am a bad parent.....

I jump into the car and yell out, "Oh man, I forgot my keys!" and as I jump back out all I hear from the back of the car is "LOSER!"

Judge not lest ye be judged. I know where they learned it from.

Tummy Trouble

We are having some tummy trouble around here. Nobody's sick, but one little person has a very opinionated tummy that tells her what she can and can't eat or do. It is very frustrating.

"Bean, time to pick up toys."
"Wah....I can't pick up toys my tummy hurts."
"Stop whining and pick up toys."
"My tummy says it is too tired to pick up toys."

OR

"My tummy says it doesn't like corn."
"Tell your tummy it has to eat the corn."
Then she starts having her tummy talk in this tiny voice, "I don't like corn."
"Too bad, and take two bites."

Needless to say we've been giving her tummy numerous talking tos. It also needs a few time outs!!


And another Beanism just for fun.
The Bodeans were playing on itunes and she was sitting in front of the computer and just starts yelling out, "Oh no!!!! He's in trouble again!" with her hands on her face ala Home Alone. "What, who's in trouble??" yell out all the other kids and she just replies, "Oh nobody, it is just a song." That kid loves the shock factor.