Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Lesson plan
Good to know they are starting early with the fundamentals at Kaylee's school. I was afraid all of that would be left to Rae and I to teach her at home.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Our cactus bloomed ...
... and Kaylee learned:
A) The cactus blooms once a year.
B) The flowers smell wonderful.
C) While the flower is soft and delicate, the cactus still hurts like
a sonuvagun when you grab it.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Sure, there's a new baby ...
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Easter eggs
Late, yes. But at least I bothered to upload. (Don't go looking for Easter Egg hunting photos. They didn't turn out.)
Monday, April 13, 2009
My parrot
So Kaylee is at the age where she repeats everything.
Everything.
It's not so bad - that's how they learn. They hear something on TV - or hear you say something - they repeat it and see how you react. That's how kids learn things like how to ask for something, good manners and pronouns. (Coincidentally all things Kaylee is pretty bad at.)
But it's also how they pick up things that you would really rather they didn't. Things like slang, swearing and that comment about my step-mother that could potentially ruin Christmas.
I'm sure you think you know where this is going. "Oh, Kaylee said something inappropriate and it was soooo cute." Well, yeah. Kinda.
I had always assumed that my daughter would randomly say things like "dambuss" and "forking holl – learn to drive!" and "gaddomn forking piece of shot cat possed on the couch again!"* This was one that took me by surprise.
You see, at school today (because this kind of thing NEVER happens at home where parents can just sweep it under the rug and forget about it) Kaylee walked up to her teachers and told them that she was horny.
"I horny." I'm pretty sure that's the exact quote.
The teachers (I'm sure trying to stifle a laugh while speed-dialing CPS) asked her to repeat herself – just to make sure they heard what they thought they heard.
"I horny." Yup. That was it. And I'm sure she looked sooo proud of herself saying it too.
And now you're laughing a little and thinking to yourself "Gee, that's not THAT bad. What's he so worried about?"
Did I mention she had just walked out of the bathroom – buck nekkid, with her diaper around one ankle?
Yeah. That's my daughter.
I must have done something really nasty to my parents to deserve this.
* Spellings obviously changed for the more sensitive – but if you can't figure them out, you don't know me very well.
Everything.
It's not so bad - that's how they learn. They hear something on TV - or hear you say something - they repeat it and see how you react. That's how kids learn things like how to ask for something, good manners and pronouns. (Coincidentally all things Kaylee is pretty bad at.)
But it's also how they pick up things that you would really rather they didn't. Things like slang, swearing and that comment about my step-mother that could potentially ruin Christmas.
I'm sure you think you know where this is going. "Oh, Kaylee said something inappropriate and it was soooo cute." Well, yeah. Kinda.
I had always assumed that my daughter would randomly say things like "dambuss" and "forking holl – learn to drive!" and "gaddomn forking piece of shot cat possed on the couch again!"* This was one that took me by surprise.
You see, at school today (because this kind of thing NEVER happens at home where parents can just sweep it under the rug and forget about it) Kaylee walked up to her teachers and told them that she was horny.
"I horny." I'm pretty sure that's the exact quote.
The teachers (I'm sure trying to stifle a laugh while speed-dialing CPS) asked her to repeat herself – just to make sure they heard what they thought they heard.
"I horny." Yup. That was it. And I'm sure she looked sooo proud of herself saying it too.
And now you're laughing a little and thinking to yourself "Gee, that's not THAT bad. What's he so worried about?"
Did I mention she had just walked out of the bathroom – buck nekkid, with her diaper around one ankle?
Yeah. That's my daughter.
I must have done something really nasty to my parents to deserve this.
* Spellings obviously changed for the more sensitive – but if you can't figure them out, you don't know me very well.
Monday, April 06, 2009
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