Old Homestead Blog
stories from when the kids were little
For Uncle Andrew
This afternoon, from Inge, apropos of pretty nearly nothing: "And," (with some severity) "I don't have a prehensile tail--in case you were wondering."
Bit o’Nelly
Most of the daily funnies (as seen in the last post) are completely random. Nelly, for instance, produces a nearly constant stream, and the only hindrance from sharing them around is that there's nothing to tie them together into narrative. Cataloguing one's...
Poetic Justice
Inge, suddenly inspired to be a ballerina, endeavors to communicate her newfound idea to Lewis, who is in the bath with the fan running. Inge, just outside the bathroom door: Lewis, I can do a graceful twirl. Lewis: What? Inge: I can do a graceful twirl. Watch this....
Things that Sap your Strength
First thing in the morning, coupla days ago: Peter, still lying in bed, offers some words of advice in the direction of the children's room, with Inge as the intended recipient. Silence ensues. Peter: Say, "Yes, Sir." Lewis: Yes, Sir. Peter: Inge, say, "Yes, Sir."...
Blowing Your Nose Like a Policeman
Today Lewis defeated an obstacle that has long been plaguing him: he learned how to blow his nose. In my natural excitement I congratulated him, and in his natural excitement he explained: Yep, I can blow my nose. Policemen can blow their noses. Yep. They just drive...
A Tenuous Relationship
Overheard this afternoon: Mary (aka Ingrid): Lewis, you can be Joseph. And now we can go to the ball. Joseph: NO. I don't want to go the ball. We're going to have DESSERT. Mary: Well. Joseph, does my dress look good? Joseph: NO. Mary: It looks good to me. I think I'll...