Friday, March 07, 2014

Things My Son Does NOT Want To Do

In a typical day, my son expresses great displeasure at the following activities:
  • Get dressed
  • Get undressed
  • Go downstairs
  • Stay upstairs
  • Eat breakfast
  • Eat nothing
  • Go outside
  • Stay inside
  • Go to Kindergym
  • Stay home
  • Leave Kindergym
  • Get in the car
  • Listen to music
  • Not listen to music
  • Go back inside
  • Change his diaper
  • Leave his diaper on
  • Put pants back on
  • Leave pants off
  • Remove socks
  • Leave feet bare
  • Have someone make his lunch
  • Eat lunch
  • Clean up after lunch
  • Nap
  • Snack
  • Not snack
  • Go outside
  • Go inside
  • Have someone make his dinner
  • Eat dinner
  • Clean up after dinner
  • Go upstairs
  • Get in the bath
  • Get out of the bath
  • Put his diaper on
  • Get dressed
  • Brush his teeth
  • Go to his room
  • Go to sleep
And I can't seem to figure out why I'm so tired...

Monday, January 20, 2014

Remember the Russian Speedo!

This is the most interesting vacation photo I have:
We had just parted with $5.00 US (approx. $247,183.29 Canadian) for the signal opportunity of driving through this tree:
It speaks to how little I've travelled that this makes the highlight reel of my adventures.  So imagine what sort of marvels I would be exposed to when, for our honeymoon, we went to a country other than the United States! (hint: it was one of these)
I would like to tell you which country, but there are some - shall we say - quaint travel restrictions to this Caribbean nation.  But it was an island, the people spoke Spanish, and their former leader had a beard. 
You guessed right.  It was Lithuania.
At a famous Lithuanian landmark.
So we had a great time in "Lithuania."  We even got to meet this poor, captive dolphin, who existed solely for tourist photos, just as God intended.
The water was undoubtedly composed of 75% dolphin pee.  Served us right, I suppose.
What makes "Lithuania" particularly unique is the total lack of Americans.  Due to the aforementioned travel restrictions, the resorts are 100% Yankee-free.  What "Lithuania" lacks in Americans, however, it makes up for in Russians (unlike the real Lithuania).
The Russians stood out from the other tourists because of one thing: Speedos.  In fact, the worst standout moment occurred totally by accident.
I had very few pictures of myself from the trip, so I spun the camera around and invented the “selfie” right there on the spot.  Unfortunately, what the camera chose to focus on correctly was anything but said self:
GAAA!
The Russian Speedo is now immortalized in our honeymoon album.  No one remembers the hurricane we survived, or our daytrip to the, er, "Lithuanian" capital.  They just remember the damned Russian Speedo.
And now, so do you.  You're welcome.

Tuesday, January 07, 2014

Mickey Mouse Dies of Exposure

If there is one situation where television failed to raise me properly, it’s in the portrayal of Parent Reading Child a Bedtime Story.  Never once was I told how much, as a parent, I would come to HATE certain books.  

By the 1,473rd time you read “Goodnight Moon,” you must still produce the same enthusiasm, inflection, voices, and, occasionally, sound effects as you did on your very first reading.  Anything less is the start of a guilt spiral in which you have failed at parenting, and you imagine your child, years later, emotionally crippled and living in an abandoned sewage runoff. 

Even good books wear thin.  When I was little, I loved this one:



But by the time I read it to my youngest sister, I couldn't resist making a few mental edits:




Fortunately, she greatly enjoyed my re-telling, and I take full credit for the evolution of her sense of humour as a result.  You're welcome, Hayley.

Now that I have my own kid, I try to select books that won't inspire me to torch major publishing houses.  Occasionally, however, we wind up with one like this:


This is an awful book.  AWFUL. And we read it a LOT.


“Oh, pickle juice...” really?  Come on, Disney.  That's insulting, even to my toddler’s grasp of curses.  He's already mastered "oh, crap" - aim higher! 


Much better.  These edits appear in your mind, of course, but once you start, they keep going...



And going...



And thus you have a whole new collection of children's literature to enjoy every night, over and over... and over... and over...

Do you have any "mental edits" of favourite or despised kids' books?