Archive for March, 2008

Last Night

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

We heard something coming from the kid’s room. I went back to check. Jane was barely awake. I asked her, “What’s going on?”

“It’s hard to sleep when Ron’s being so quiet.”

Apparently, she’s used to Ron being noisy while she’s going to sleep. When they go to bed at the same time, Ron and Peter like to play a bit before sleeping. Last night, Ron was so tired, I don’t think he made any noise after we put him to bed, or even got out of bed. Jane went to bed a lot later, and had a harder time calming down. She stayed up and played with Mr. Jeremy and Mrs. Wendy, who came over for dinner. Jane told us all sorts of jokes, including a variation on the penguin joke below.

“How many light bulbs does it take to change a penguin?”

“What?”

“How many light bulbs does it take to change a penguin?”
“I don’t know, how many?”

“10!” [laughs very loud and maybe a little bit forced, like if I laugh hard enough, you'll laugh too, even if you don't get the joke so you won't feel left out.] [yes, that's how she laughed]
[Confused] “Why 10?”

“Because that’s how many it takes.” [more laughter, confusion from the listeners wondering what they missed, then realizing they didn't miss anything, genuinely laugh because Jane is funny telling a joke, regardless of the joke.] [and yes, she loved the attention]

Helpful Ron

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

“Mommy, Mommy!  Peter spit up in the kitchen.”
“Where?”
“Right there!”
“Where?  By the fridge, by the oven, or by the sink?”
“Right there, by the floor.”

Our funny girl!

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

During one of my conversations with Jane yesterday:

“Mommy, I’ve got a joke for you.  How many penguins does it take to change a lightbulb?”
“I don’t know. How many penguins does it take to change a lightbulb?”
“Ten!”
“Ten?  Why does it take ten?”
“Because that’s the right number.”  (Followed by Jane’s infectious laugh.)

Ronism

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

Ron loves to play catch, and he has quite an arm (he can throw a spiral with his little football)  (Yes, Daddy is proud).  The other night we were going to play catch:

Mommy: “Ron, where is your ball?”

Ron: “Right here, next to my hand.”

[It was in his hand.]