2013 Wrap-Up

Happy New Year from the residents of Michael Delving!

Seimi's toast: "Poo-poo stinky toast!"

Ela's toast: "Be careful when you toast.  We lost one of our best play cups downstairs when we were playing "Pub" and Boookie threw the cup up on top of the wardrobe."

Boookie's toast: "Happy 2014 and congratulations to Daddy on doing a good job in his class!"

Hobbit Wife and Mayor's toast: "Here's to 2014, the year the baby boy comes!"

moving on to flu patient number four...

quoth ela, "it's like i'm a dormant volcano. i'm not active but i could erupt anytime."

and the hobbit wife makes three

blerg.

but never fear, for the mayor of michael delving is keeping us under his watchful care.  thank you, my love.  it is all i need: a jug of gatorade, a sleeve of saltines, and thou.

now a not-so-wee lad has the stomach flu

"you're just the best mommy ever!  thanks for caring for me!"
-boookie, age 8

(yes, that is a direct quotation.  no embellishment on the part of the scribe.)

seriously, what 8 year-old speaks that way?!  these hobbitlings are such a joy!  i am the most blessed mommy in all of fluville!

this is SO last month, but...

Jesus, THANK YOU for indoor plumbing!!!

a wee lad has the stomach flu

"mommy? please may i have some more alligator?"  (that would be gatorade.)
-seimi, age 3

it bears mentioning: never has there been a more delightful flu patient.  after the initial few early morning go-arounds which involved every spare article of bedding in the house, this little dude began scurrying himself tubside each time he needed to be sick.  cleaning up after him became as simple as hosing down the tub while he chirped, "bye-bye, throw-up!"

oh.  and he sings between heaves.  he sings!  i didn't know that was diaphrgmatically possible!

Of Crowns and Beards

After significant research it has been established that the Mayor and the Hobbit Wife have some common history, their ancestors having both been at the Battle of Hastings in 1066.

The Mayor's ancestor, Humphrey with the Beard, was the first of the Bohun (Boone) family, from which the Mayor is descended by his great, great, great, great grandmother, Charlotte Boone.  There are no records of Charlotte's facial hair.

The Hobbit Wife's ancestor was some bloke named William, from which the Hobbit Wife is directly descended (eighteenth in the line) by a family with the dorky name of Plantagenet.

So, yeah, we know who's royalty... and who's the yeoman with epic scruff.