4 posts tagged “cole”
Coley made a madlib today, and I found a cool website that translated it to html for me, but I guess the table doesn't work on Vox or something. However, you can find it at my other blog:
http://www.drublood.com/archives/2007/06/coleys_mad_lib.html
Have fun! :) You can post yours in a comment maybe if it all fits.
Recorded on our walk today.
Here is a little glimpse of what it is like to live with Coley. I was doing the dishes while the boys were playing with yu-gi-oh cards in the other room. I heard this:
Monk: Coley! Did you spill that? You better go clean it up before it reaches the yu-gi-oh cards!
Cole: Don't worry! I built a floodgate!
I walked into the living room to find that Coley had spilled an entire cup full of water and had, indeed, constructed a floodgate out of blocks, rather than mopping up the spill.
The question is...how can I get mad at him when he showed so much ingenuity? And what 6 year old thinks of the term "Floodgate?"
You know...when Monk was this age, I really thought I had a live-action Calvin sans Hobbes living in my house with me. Coley, however, is even moreso.
Oh, and...I threw him a rag and he mopped it up. So I didn't have to worry about getting mad at him, anyway.
Oh, and also...Coley's quote of the week came yesterday, when he turned to his friend Paulo after having gotten really dreadfully angry with him over a dispute in rules of their never-ending imaginary game and said "I really like you, Paulo...but sometimes I want to BLAST YOU to SMITHEREENS!! ...pause... SOMETIMES, but not ALWAYS."
heh.
This weekend has been full of silly comments and much laughter between the kiddos and myself.
We have been listening to a lot of Michael Franti in the car, and Monk reminded me of when Cole used to think that, instead of "All the freaky people make the beauty of the world"...Cole thought he was saying "All the freakin' people make the beauty of the world." This got them on a spree of turning the ever-present positivity of Franti's lyrics into glum doomsdaying which, of course, prompted me to yell (jokingly) "SHUT UP and listen to the happy music!"
Also, suddenly my children have become the fashion police. The other day, I wanted to wear shorts to show off my newly shaved legs (I got some free razors in the mail, so I figured I might as well use them!) but it was still a bit cold, so I wore a sweater. Coley informed me that "it's just wrong" to wear a sweater with shorts. Of course, Monk shudders whenever I wear socks with my crocks.
Granted, I am fully aware of the fact that I am no fashion queen. But I wish they would at least allow me to wear pajamas without fear of being critiqued. The other night, my black sweats and grey sweatshirt were in the wash, so I donned an old pair of aqua sweatpants with a hot pink sweatshirt. My mom actually gave me this ensemble when I had a similar pajama emergency last time I visited her in Chicago. I emerged from my bedroom feeling refreshed (and totally 80's) and Monk immediately jumped on my ass. "What is it, look like a lollipop day?" He stated flatly. And, while I feigned offense, that comment had me laughing at random intervals all day long.
Oh, what fun it is to live with these two little bundles of joy. I do love them so.
