Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Why We Discriminate Based on Color

The Mayor hates sorting laundry.  If a garment can't hack it with everything else, there are serious doubts whether such a garment should be in the closet in the first place.  The Mayor came home today and as he was sorting several loads of clean laundry he had washed last night (in large, unsorted loads as is his way), he picked up a beautiful, large purple shirt and started tearing up, thinking how fast his little girl is growing up.

Then he found another one of her beautiful, very large purple shirts.

And another.

And more purple towels and socks than his pink-loving girl could possibly own.

And that is the story of how the Mayor learned to sort laundry.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Can't Keep A Girl Down

Last night the Mayor was jamming in his workshop on his Les Paul guitar, with the hobbitlings providing song requests and playing along on various instruments and tools.  When it was Ela's turn to pick, she thought long and hard (as she was deciding, the knowing Mayor pulled up the chords to the Cafeteria Song from Equestria Girls), then Ela finally settled on the Cafeteria Song from Equestria Girls.
She said, "Wait just a minute - I'll be right back," but the Mayor jumped in , "No, you may not go upstairs and get dressed up in your Equestria Girls outfit."  Not to be denied, she quietly busied herself with the bedsheet curtains outside the Mayor's shop, then slipped her arms into the puffed sleeve "dress" she had created with clothespins and announced, "OK, I'm ready now!"
We love Ela's absolutely irrepressible style!

Friday, September 26, 2014

Friday pictures

Seimi has been letting Ela practice her fashion design skills on him.  Here he's showing off the latest fall fashion of leaf bouquets and dandelion crowns. 
 Here's Mr. Eejee trying out the "Jackie Jormp-Jomp"

post-op attire review

"no, i look like a real sniper.  ela looks like a combat weatherman."
beothan, age 9

let it be known

our resident four year-old concludes the following (with a little help from his older siblings):

daddy is a friendly introvert...
mommy is an unfriendly introvert (said slyly, with a giggle)...
boookie is an extra-extrovert...
sissy is just a plain ole' introvert...
"i'm a friendly introvert, like daddy"...
and the teething four month-old is "an unpleasant extrovert!"

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

hollering, with hands over his ears

seamus, age 4, in response to his baby brother's livid outcry against the tyranny of teething

(mommy's response? "are you kidding?!? it's angry and it has fangs!!!") 

Monday, September 22, 2014

the boookie proverbs

chapter 1 - on military strategy
"never, ever, ever, ever, ever trust any ring of power."