Defiiance

I ran and Nicholas biked to Deeane’s house this morning. On the way there we talked about how I had packed up his two Wii games, the machine itself and all the wires that hook everything together and put them away for awhile. He is miffed. I let him know that the DVD and TV are next. He thinks I am bluffing. I am not. Next is the TV and DVD player. After that I will replace his cool truck t-shirts with plain white or gray tops. From there I will move him to a diet consisting of bread crusts, tepid water and mounds of cubed, raw turnip.

Okay. Maybe I’d cook the turnip.

The boy I ran with to Deeane’s this morning was much more pleasant than the guy I spent yesterday with. Yesterday-Nicholas was cheeky to our afternoon visitors. Yesterday-Nicholas raced up and down the aisle of Safeways and was rude to the friend we ran into. Yesterday-Nicholas messed around at the dinner table and was lippy to his father.

I guess we all have days when we wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It’s on those days that I am especially fond of cranky Randy’s Cycles Gladiator wine. Directly out of the bottle.

*There is some wine in the beef stew that I’ve had on my stovetop all night though no turnip.

Five hundred

Nicholas is almost four years old. It’s true. This December he will be getting a shaving kit in his stocking. One of the books on Nicholas’ nighttable is called “Big or Little” by Kathy Stinson. It focuses on a boy who is able to do some things (tie shoes) but not everything (push high doorbells). I love reading it because Nicholas is right on the cusp of his big or little dilemma.

This blog is nowhere near little. It has ballooned to a point in which I have to make some decisions about what stays online and what gets archived. This is my five hundredth post. That means that I have been saucy and witty hundreds of times. I rarely comment about pinkhousekey itself because I don’t find it as interesting as the zany stories that I manage to showcase about my quirky peeps. If I was really into the blog scene I probably would have glamorized the page years ago rather than use the same boring layout that I picked out of a line up in 2006. While our family hasn’t grown bigger since the summer of 2006 there has been no shortage of material to record and document.

Things that are little.
Me- I am svelte. I am lean. There is no one in here but me. While Nicholas suggests a brother or sister from time to time he does not insist upon it. And that’s a good thing. Though I always envisioned having a small team of children to mush along the path of life I am incredibly grateful for the family that I do have. Mush, mush, Jeff.
Time at home- I don’t talk about my job much because it would make you all jealous. I do have a crazy amazing teaching assignment in a really great school. A school I will be spending the next two weeks careening about trying to organize reports and parent meetings and such. A school in which one of my desk drawers is filled with instant oatmeal as emergency sustenance. Ach.
Days before Christmas- Double ach.

Full

The year I lived in Germany I had dozens of language blunders including the evening when I exclaimed what I thought meant “I am full” only to be told that I had just confessed joyously to being extremely drunk. Ach.*

Tonight I am truly full. I have eaten myself silly over and over again this weekend. Last night we indulged at Fude in Osborne Village, this morning I made enough waffles to feed Winnipeg and I heaped my plate at Clay and Carie’s house where we were invited this evening for Thanksgiving/Birthday/Christmas dinner.

I have also partaken in the gluttony of spending hours and hours with scads of my favorite people and reveling in their crazy antics. Most notably gorgeously round Kristi. What a way to cure a case of the Novembers. The smile workout my face has been through in the past forty-eight hours is sure to have shaken off the last of my sinus woes. Right. On.

*Earlier on as an exchange student I sent numerous thank you cards to my German hosts not knowing that the economy multi-pak was a bundle intended to be used by newlyweds to thank guests for attending their weddings. Danke indeed.