Memories

I have been marveling lately at the fact Elliot is beginning to develop a memory. It's like random memories come to him out of no where. For instance this morning.

Dad: "Elliot you are being Silly this morning"

Elliot: "Clowns......Silly Clowns....Circus.......Steppphhhh........Grandma Judy"

Dad: "Wow Elliot, that's right you did see clowns at the circus with Steph and Grandma Judy. Who else was there?"

Elliot: "Lisa"

Dad: "That's right....who else?"

Elliot: "hmmmmmmmm " and then he made an Elephant noise with his arm on his head.

Egg Hunting

I was attempting to teach Elliot how to hunt Easter eggs yesterday. He did really good.....at first. Soon he became bored with hunting Easter eggs and decided it would be more fun to throw them. Luckily they were only the plastic ones.

Eggs a Plenty

This last Tuesday was my 2nd Annual Adults-Only Egg Dyeing Party. We try out new ideas and techniques ... usually determining that they just don't work. The best trick, again this year, is rubber cement. It forms a completely sealed area and rubs right off when done - pretty sweet.

I took some pics of our work - enjoy!

A Small Conversation

Blog: Ugh. What a Thursday. I'm so bored with myself.
Me: Well, hows about we change you out?
Blog: You mean I could get rid of these ugly dots?
Me: Why yes, blog, you can! Try this on for size!

Racecar, Desserts and Maps

I am a palindrome and so is my friend Bob. You can spell my and his names backwards and they're still the same. Other types of palindromes include words like "desserts" that, when put backwards spells "stressed."

Nifty, eh?

Apparently, I should have considered this phenomenon when picking a name for my child. Elliot likely won't be so happy when he's old enough to know that his name spells toille backwards. It is a lovely fabric, yes, but kind of girly for a brute man-child. Sorry pal.

Defamation of Character

Don't listen to his lies! I never banned Fred. Read for yourself here.

Someone is an over-reactor. A sensationalize-er, if you will. Adding drama where there need not be any. Bravely crying out "woe is me!"

And - for once - it isn't me.