Us and Things: This one's for Dad

Monday, March 30, 2009

This one's for Dad

Dad called me this morning and informed me that I do not update the blog enough and he has no idea what's going on in our life. Here's the secret: there's nothing going on in my life.

Lillian is still obsessed with Little Einsteins and since we no longer get the Disney Channel, we watch the two Einsteins DVDs we own over, and over, and over again. She tells me about the plot lines at least twice a day. Her current favorite is the one where Big Jet steals The Team's favorite things: Quincy's instruments, June's ballet slippers, Leo's baton, and Annie's microphone. We'll be out and about and all of a sudden, she'll get really worried and upset and say "Oh no! Big Jet stole The Team's things!" That rascal Big Jet. He's a stinker.

The other news is that Tyler and I were able to get away to go the Banff Mountain Film Festival. It was super cool. We didn't win any of the give-aways, even though I followed all of Vivian's suggestions and crumpled up my ticket a little to give it more volume and wrote "Pick Me!" on the top. Oh well, I guess I have to just learn to live without a Patagonia Red Pullover that only weighs 2 ounces.

3 comments:

Vivian said...: too bad about the crinkled entry. better luck next year. Did you see the film titled "patagonian winter"? I think that was my favorite this year.; Mon Mar 30, 01:07:00 PM MST
Emily said...: I think you update all the time-I'm always impressed! And I just read Snow Flower and the Secret Fan so I finally understand the subtitle of your blog.; Mon Mar 30, 03:45:00 PM MST
michelle m said...: I totally did the crinkled 'pick me', too, but some rather boring people won the prizes. They weren't even excited!; Mon Mar 30, 06:44:00 PM 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.