Moose love, homophones, escape artist bunnies, and ME

November 1, 2013

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Moose love

Moose:                Mommee!

Why do they always have to yell across the house?

Moose:                MOMMEE!!!

Oh, Lord, doesn’t he know that I’m not going to come running?

Moose:                MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, shit, I better go see what he wants.

Me:                       WHAT???!!!

Moose:                I wuv you.

Homophones

Sissy was making butterscotch oatmeal cookies.  She’d creamed the butter and sugar.

Moose:                Is it done yet?

Sissy:                   No, darling, we’ve got to add the eggs and the oatmeal and the flour.

So Moose went outside and returned with a big hibiscus bloom, so that Sissy could add the flour.

A sight to behold

So somehow the door to the bunny hutch was left ajar.  Flip, the escape artist probably picked the lock.  Whatever the case, the little lagomorph was MIA.  And he remained MIA all day long.  I called Papa several times and every time he said the same thing, “Nope.  Still not back.”

By noon I had put out an all-points email.  I got a lot of sympathy, but no sitings.

At home, Jax and I were both depressed.  I started slugging wine and Jax perched himself on top of the swingset slide so that he could look around the neighborhood.  Papa came out to console me.

And then what to my wondering eyes should appear?  First, it was Moose leading two people down the drive to the back patio where we were, and he was NAKED.  (Fifteen minutes earlier that kid had been fully clad!)  Moose was followed by our neighbor Gladys with her dog Folly.  Gladys and Folly live alone in a big house on a street perpendicular to us, and because all that she has for company is Folly, Gladys has a yard art habit that is unchecked.

Behind Gladys and Folly was a man I’d never met.  He was fiftyish and had shocking red hair out of a bottle.  He was wearing cobalt blue Elton John glasses and he wore skinny jeans and a chambray shirt with a turquoise cross around his neck.  On his feet were Italian loafers . . . and in his hand was Flip.

Me

No, I have not fallen off the face of the earth.  Life is busy.  There’s soccer, school, field trips, WORK, and spur-of-the-moment shopping trips, like for a new hairbrush after I caught Moose brushing Hyacinth with mine.  There’s also laundry and TV with Papa, and then, of course, I did a stupid thing and enrolled in a course on horticulture, which I’m really enjoying, but which I really don’t have time for.

A pumpkin of posies... from the Bean yard.Seven years-old already!"Mooo!"  The view from our hayride.This is not what it's cracked up to be!Where's my &@#! popcorn?!Going, going....GONE!"Baaahhhh"Night night.

 

{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

Irene November 2, 2013 at 7:01 am

At the end of “A Christmas Story”, the final sentiment is this:

“And all was well with the world.”

When you have kids, never a dull moment!

But the incident with the rabbit……that takes the cake!

Good to see you again Jenn!

Jenn November 2, 2013 at 8:21 am

Thanks, Irene. I’ve missed you too, and I’ve missed being here. I just need to carve out some time every week.

No more classes for a while!

Cheers, Jenny

Kristy K. James November 2, 2013 at 5:41 pm

I love the cookie story…flour! Gotta love kids.

And too funny about Flip, Moose and the neighbors. I wish you’d gotten a picture of the Elton John wannabe. :) I have a niece who…fortunately (since she’s 14 now) has outgrown her love of running around without clothes. It was always fun to see her 3 year old naked self running around with nothing but Tinkerbell wings. :)

I have to say when I got the notification that you had a new post up, I clicked on it immediately…and I hope you’re able to carve out a little time every week to post more often. (yes, that could be considered a nag, depending on how you read it) Your blog has been one of my favorites since the first time I found it. :)

justine November 3, 2013 at 11:10 am

glad you are still there. living life is important and takes precedence to…..other things.

and everything kristy james said. =)

Ally November 4, 2013 at 10:57 am

Every good cookie recipe needs some flour. LOL

Life IS busy. I understand completely. And by the way, I don’t know who those imposters are in your pictures because those are big boys and you have little boys! (Right? I mean, they can’t possibly be growing that fast!)

Jenn November 4, 2013 at 1:31 pm

Kristy: That is so sweet. Nag anytime you want!

Justine: Thank you! It is important–I just wish it would all slow down a little.

Ally: Not sure what I’m doing wrong–they keep growing. I didn’t sign up for big boys–just little ones.

Shannon November 8, 2013 at 10:00 pm

Love the updates! Your posts always make me giggle – and anticipate that I’ll be slugging a lot of wine myself in a couple of years. LOL

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