The Paco & Taco Show

Allie has decided that Jack's nickname and her nickname need to change.  She now calls Jack, Paco.  Her name is Taco.  She even taught Jack how to say Paco.

Not sure what to do with that kid.

Just Testing

My folks came for a visit this past week.  In preperation for the trip up to the airport, I invited Allie to go with me.  She willingly agreed.  Mom packed a lunch, she grabbed her little iPod shuffle and hopped into the car.  Within 3 minutes of driving, she was crashed out and slept all the way to the airport.

Having dropped my parents off, we headed home.  Something in Allie turned on and for the next 30 minutes she talked without pausing to take a breath.  The final 15 minutes of the drive, was DJ Dad time as I tried my best to figure and play the songs she described..."You know Dad, the one that goes da da da da da da, and has the drums."

It was a good ride home and I promised Jenny I'd pick her up a diet Dr. Pepper before I came home.  Since Allie was so good, I bought her a Sonic Sweetheart shake.  Running out of cup holders, I was forced to put the shake in the backseat cupholder, right next to Allie.  I paid the car hop and turned to make sure Allie and the shakes were doing okay. 

Both shakes have a big finger width hole in the whipped cream on the top. 

"Allie, please don't eat any more of the shakes."

She responds, "Okay, Dad.  I was just testing them to make sure they were good."

"That's fine, but no more testing please."

"Okay, Dad.  Just so you know that after I tested them, I think their pretty good.  We can eat them."

Nothing like a stamp of approval from Allie "the Taste Tester" Fowler!

Out numbered

It all started with the girls having friends over... parents = 1 kids = 7.  Time to drop off all friends, requests for friends to stay for dinner, completely denied.  20 min later, finally leave to take kids home.  Drop off all friends but one, and head to the library.  Books were due, it had to be tonight.  3 min in the library, Allie comes and explains that she just couldn't hold it anymore (would have been nice to know she was holding it in the first place).  After 2 years of being potty trained we had our first public accident.  Go figure.  Took her and Madi (so that she wouldn't be by herself) out to the car, stripped off the wet pants and got her buckled into her carseat with a towel under her hiney.  Go back in to retreive all the other kids (including the neighbor kid) and to actually check out the books.  Come back out, 5 min later, to a cop walking away from my van.  Oh crap.  Get to the car and ask Madi what was going on.  She explains that she just talked to the cop.  He wanted to know where her mother was and how old she is.  Oh crap.  Madison tells me that she explained to him that her little sister peed her pants.  Please, oh please, let that cop have children!  If not, I might be getting someone knocking on my door, coming for my kids.  I'll be honest, a few dollars in library fines might have been worth skipping this experience. 

Eavesdropping

With all the snow and single digit temperature days, I get to take the girls to school.  I really enjoy it, even though we only live a 1/2 mile away from the school.  That 3 minute drive provides all types of enjoyment.  For example...

I was talking with my brother and we were comparing a story.  I told him I thought it was all "BS".  From the backseat I hear Hannah whisper to Madi, "Hey, what's 'BS'?"

Madi, in her great wisdom responded, "Um, I think it some type of swine flu."

That's good enough for me!

P.S. I'm hungry.

We had the Buchanan's over for a game night this past week.  Part of the game night tradition is to have treats.  Usually we do chips and some sort of dip.  As the kids were all downstairs, little Jack walked up with this note and handed it to me...

The scan is hard to read (click to make it bigger), so here is the translation...

11-6-09

Dear Dad,

Why are you and your friends keeping the chips to yourselves? We should get some! Why are you keeping us downstairs? Why are you not leting us play on the computer? I want to know please!

Love,

Madison

P.S. I'm hungry.

She got chips and wasallowed to play the computer.  I wouldn't want her to go hungry!

Had she heard this conversation before?

As parents there are many times that we find ourselves asking our children to wait so that we can finish what we are doing.  This is the converstion I had with Allie today.

I said to Allie, " Honey, you need to come and get ready for gymnastics."

Allie, who is in the middle of an episode of Tom and Jerry, says "OK, in one minute, after I finish my show."

I laugh to myself and say ok, and proceed to head upstairs.  She calls after me "You go find sump'n else to do for a lil' while. You know, play on the puter (computer) or sump'n."

Needless to say, she continues to make me laugh.

My Bad...

This may be one of those "you had to be there" stories, but since I write this blog to help me remember these moments...I was there.

Allie was in the room while I was getting ready for work.  She found one of Jenny's bras and being Allie, she tried it on.  I thought it would be even better if Allie put her hoodie on over the bra and then walked in to show Jenny.  It really did have a lot of potential.

However, as we were preparing the outfit, we ran into a problem.  I pulled on the zipper and it came off in my hand.  Allie looked up at me...slightly scowled and said in a flat tone, "What *paused* the *paused again* freak."

Without emotion, she continued, "That *pause* was not *pause* cool."

Sometimes that kid scares me.