Nov 9, 2010

Speaking Of


[This] is the future of publishing: 18 million authors in America, each with an average of 14 readers, 8 of whom are blood relatives. Average annual earnings: $1.75.
- Garrison Keeler

You can always count on Garrison Keeler for great quotes. I had no idea I was missing out on the big bucks! Can't wait to plaster my blog with flashing, spastic ads. I love being part of the future.

Speaking of quotes and random segues, Nate, our resident extrovert, says things at age 2 that I swear Mia and Sam never said at the same age. Things like, "hey, no fair!" and "I go to McDonalds?" and "ready to fight a you" (while wielding a paperclip/straw/popsicle stick gun, and complete with the classic high-pitched "pew pew pew" shooting sound effects). I think our absolute favorite though was the big "OH CRAP!" he yelled out in the car while we were driving on vacation this Summer. But it's followed pretty closely by his pronunciation of chocolate (ch sounds like f, and he drops the l). The kids have taught him to say "mwah ha ha," and it never fails to warm my heart when I hear that sweet maniacal laughter coming from his room when he's supposed to be taking a nap. Oh, and whenever we mention anything about rainbows, he always responds with "Double rainbow! All the way!" And if you have no idea what that is referring to, you seriously missed out on one of the best things on YouTube this Summer.


Most of the things Nate says are cute because of the way he says them, not so much because of what he's actually saying. Sam, on the other hand, is currently our nonstop source of awesome quotes. The tendency of 5 year olds to have no grasp of logic is maddening at times, but fortunately hysterical at other times, like when they say, "well, it looks like the dead people are still there," while driving past a cemetery. Or when you have this exchange with them:

Sam: When I get to be a dolt (an adult), will I just stay that way forever?
Me: Yep.
Sam: Oh, so I'll never be a giant?

Or like when I overheard Sam telling Mia he once got a bloody tooth "back in the old days." To which her reply was, "you've only been alive 5 years, you don't have any old days." He also told Mark that he liked being in the middle, such as "the middle of the couch, the middle of the line, the middle of the party..."

Speaking of parties... I missed Sam's birthday post, but his birthday wish list is worth sharing:
3 pirate boats
1 old camera
a GPS
a real phone, to call everyone
the cranky that hooks onto the train (I have no idea)
a pirate jail
the dinosaur movie
allowance dollars

He did start getting an allowance when he turned 5, but unfortunately owed the first 2 months worth to our new "Mom and Dad's Vacation Fund" jar, which gets .25 for every name the kids call each other. So far Sam has contributed $5 of the $6.25 that's in there, mostly the consequence of the "stinky poopy dirky oodle noonie head" variety of insults. We're banking on a nice vacation next year. Keep it up Sam!


Sam's been honing his literary skills lately too. He'll spend a good 30 seconds scribbling on a bunch of pages, and then proceed to "dictate" the story to me. Here's my favorite:
Once upon a time there was a girl name Mia and a boy named Sam.
Mia and Sam said, "let's get our bikes and ride in a tunnel."
So they decided to walk instead.
"Let's go the end," said Sam.
"Hey look! A bridge!"
They went over the bridge to the end of the cave.
And then Mia's eyeball was lost.
The end.

He's really got that surprise ending thing down. As you can imagine, this story did not go over well with Mia. Not many things go over well with Mia these days though, especially when it comes to Sam. But speaking of Mia, she's moved out of the funny quotes phase and into the stage of saying perfectly normal things but with a whole lot of attitude and usually accompanied with an eye roll. She's also added some fun words to her vocabulary, such as: freakin', dude, and sheesh mageesh.


Mia's also entered an endearing phase of demanding exactness in all things. So when I say something like, "Mia, it's 10:30, you should be asleep," I get this response: "No, it's not. It's 10:28. Sheesh mageesh." Or when Sam declares that he figured something out because he's a "scientist," Mia quickly observes, "you're not a scientist. Where's your white coat dude?" Or when Sam is getting creative on the piano and asks me if I liked his "song," and I respond with an "absolutely." Mia usually chimes in with, "she's just saying that because she's your mom you know!" Thanks Mia!

Speaking of pianos, that brings me to the point of this post: the piano I recently acquired from my parents.

(You're welcome for the awesome camera phone quality and amazing lighting.)

It's not going to win any piano beauty pageants, that's for sure. Probably not any piano personality contests either. But it is the piano that I learned to play on (and by that I mean the piano that I spent hours pounding on as an escape from my crazy household), the piano of my grandmother's dreams, the piano that my brother took a hammer to as a young child, and the piano that my parents didn't tune for over 30 years. Well, it's mine now, and though isn't nearly worth the cash crop this blog could potentially bring in ($1.75), if there is one thing I've learned from my mother, it's that when sentimentality is involved, or even a vague inclination, you keep it forever. And ever. Preferably in some sort of shadow box. And if there is one thing I've learned from reading random craft blogs, it's that anything can be covered with paint, especially Robin's Egg Blue. And if there is one thing that I've learned from myself, it's certainly not that I should probably back down from ambitious paint projects. Which is why I vowed to paint this piano some shade of something crazy before the end of Summer, (and now am revising that to sometime during my lifetime) and I'm turning to my readers, all 14 of you, to help me decide on the perfect funky splash of color that boldly declares yep, somebody had a mid-life crisis! Speak up now and reserve the right to complain loudly when I ignore your advice and paint it whatever color I want. And then repaint it another color when I don't like the first one. And then have my husband move it to three different locations in our house, and then finally give it away for free on Craigslist.

And you can quote me on that.


9 comments:

Courtney Wilson said...

Don't diss the robin's egg blue! It's what I painted the legs of our school table.

You should definitely paint it granny smith apple green.

PS. we're in Washington for Christmas, I want to disrupt one of your evenings while we're there :)

HeatherB said...

So many things to love about this post! I particularly love the name calling jar. I could be to Jamaica by Christmas. Unless, of course, the jar also had to cover the cost of babysitting. That will cost the amount of three trips to Jamaica. Why don't I live by grandparent's again?

HeyBarmold said...

That piano had it coming. In all honesty, it's kind of a punk.

Katy said...

Ummmm...how about a nice pastel orange?

If you do give it away on Craig's List, you can't have mom and dad's current piano. I already called dibs.

aimee said...

love your posts, donna.

i won't give any advice on the color of the piano as i know from personal experience i just do what i want anyway, but good luck deciding on a color with a kitchy name. its all about the name of course.

Jen said...

I love this post Donna! I love your kids! And I gotta get one of those parent vacation jars which just might be the key to excitement and happiness in my life (either way -- empty or full). Maybe you should just make an enormous piano-sized shadow box (mounted over the couch?) and paint that first?

Neva said...

The piano! I totally remember that piano! So '70s! Paint it deep purple with shiny, silver decorations. You are awesome!

John said...

What color?

"Double rainbow, all the way."

Sara said...

I love that quote at the beginning! So sad, yet true. Makes me want to get off the computer and delve into some really sophisticated literature.

And the piano... I'm emailing you a picture, but think tie die and smiley faces. Now if that doesn't scream "midlife crisis induced hippy" I don't know what does! ;)