jokes and such

A little snapshot of current "funnies" at our house...

Eva is obsessed with "The Phantom of the Opera" and can often be found singing at the top of her lungs, "COME TO ME ANGEL OF MUSIC!!!! I AM YOUR ANGEL OF MUSIC!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!" It's quite intense. The other day she was switching it up though with little snippets of quiet "Beck" thrown in there too. "COME TO ME ANGEL OF MUSIC!!!! See the Vegetable Maaann in the Vegetable Vaaaan..." Oh, and then there is a little "It's a Wonderful Life" in the mix, too. "COME TO ME... We'll have a wonderful life if I! Have! You!" It would be more bizarre if you could hear it, but believe me, it is quite the cornacopia of sound coming from a powerful nine-year-old!

All the kids are into telling jokes, and making up their own. It is pretty hard to get it right, though- make up a joke that is funny, and then tell it correctly. So Naomi gave it a half-hearted try this morning.
"Mom, wanna hear my joke? It's not really funny though." 
"OK Nomes."
"OK. What do you get if you have a dog, and you live in a house made of dog treats?"
"Ummmm- not sure."
"You have no house, and a dead dog. (pause) See- I told you it wasn't really funny." 

And last, Josiah had some personal objections to cleaning his room today. "Mom, I really don't think I should do that. My New Year's revolution was to stop doing my chores, so...." Gotta respect the strategy there, but this "revolution" is not going to happen.

wouldn't it be nice

Today was crisp and cool, a lovely day to be outdoors. The girls, dog and I went up to the Lake Youngs Trail; I ran, Bo ran, they rode bikes. It is quite a hilly trail, and muddy this time of year, which makes it challenging. After riding about four miles, Naomi spent some time contemplating who was doing work. Eva was up ahead riding hard, I was running with Bo's leash in one and and the other hand firmly pressing Naomi's back to give her some extra momentum on the hills. She was pumping her tired legs hard as she could, and looking at her drink holder. "We are like a machine, mom, all of us working to move together. Except my water bottle. Wouldn't it be kinda nice to be a water bottle, except alive? Just sittin' there, in your container, not doin' anything, but not gettin' thirsty or hungry. Just seems like it would be nice."