Us and Things: Bugs and replacements

Monday, June 26, 2006

Bugs and replacements

Our apartment is seriously a breeding ground for spiders, and no daddy long-legs either: nasty bitey-type ones. I encounter at least one a day, if not more. This one was in our bathroom last night.

It's getting so bad, I'm starting to hallucinate them crawling all over me when I'm laying in bed.

This mosquito eater (which don't actually eat mosquitos) flew into our apartment two days ago. It got stuck in the bathroom and has been there ever since. I'm not sure why it can't seem to find it's way out. And speaking of odd behavior:

I guess I don't spend enough time with Tyler as he has taken to constructing what he calls "pillow wives" out of my clothes. This one on top is my favorite because it has everything you need close at hand: tums, lotion, and kleenex.

He made this one because I wouldn't sit and watch a movie with him.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: i hope tyler is not constructing pillow wives because his current wife spends too much time on google talk with that Myriah person. I sure hope that's not the reason; Tue Jun 27, 04:17:00 PM MST
Allison said...: Seriously, the pillow wife thing is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time.; Thu Jul 20, 11:58:00 AM MST

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A taste of the Ball life

Amanda: What do you want for lunch: ham sandwich or peanut butter sandwich?
Lillian: Ham. No, peanut butter. No... ham... No, peanut butter.
Amanda: Ok, I'm going to make you a peanut butter sandwich. (makes sandwich)
Lillian: NO! I WANTED HAM!!!!
Amanda: You said peanut butter, and I told you I was going to make you peanut butter.
Lillian: No... I think you just spaced out Mom.

Tyler on dodo birds: I mean, any species that can be wiped out by rats probably didn't deserve to live. Nature should have selected them a long time ago to go extinct... it's like it forgot and got there late.

Lillian: I like carrots mom. They're like... juice you eat.

Tyler was reading Lillian a picture book in which a little boy finds an airplane in his closet and takes it into space where he runs out of gas and lands on the moon. On the moon, he meets a little Martian boy, wearing a space suit, who's spaceship had crashed.
Tyler: How come the Martian needs a space suit and the little boy doesn't? This book is so inaccurate.

Lillian threw a piece of food during dinner.
Tyler: Lillian don't throw food.
Lillian: But, it was just a little bit of food.

At 2 AM, Tyler pokes Amanda and says, "The baby is crying"
"No, that's a dog."
"No, it's Nora. I have superhuman hearing, that's why they call me Eagle Ears."

Amanda looks over and sees Lillian desperately trying to shove the Camelbak valve into Nora's mouth.
Amanda: Stop that! Don't put that into her mouth!
Lillian: Mom, I'm just playing doctor.
Amanda: Well, don't put it into her mouth.
Lillian (accompanied with change in tactic): Just her ears.

Lillian (pointing): This is my neck. This is Daddy's neck. This is Mom's neck. Nora doesn't have a neck.

Amanda: Listen to this, "The men and women of the Yana tribe in California speak different dialects." (TIME Magazine).
Tyler: The men and women speak different dialects in our house: sense and nonsense.

I ran upstairs briefly and left Nora in her chair with a curious Lillian looking on. Nora started fussing and crying a little and I heard Lillian say, "Nora! Stop Crying! Use your words!"

We practiced and practiced saying "Daddy, I missed you" all the way to the bus stop, a full five minute drive. Upon arrival, I prep Lillian one last time. I roll down the window, Tyler sticks his head in, and I prompt Lillian, "do you have something to say to daddy?"
Lillian looks up at him with her eyes full and sincere, "Juicebox."

Amanda: This dictionary says Wednesday can be pronounced wendz-dee or wendz-day.
Tyler: Well... that dictionary was written by an old person.