Fun with Popsicles

Quinn had a sore throat last night so we gave him a "mini" Popsicle... we spent a good 20 minutes trying to show him how to eat the Popsicle correctly for maximum juiceage flow in the mouth not on the floor. He loved the Popsicle so much that he called it "choc-ite" anything Quinn finds to be heavenly to his taste buds he calls chocolate. For the remainder of the night Tony and I cracked up at him trying to say "Popsicle" - Tony believes that Quinn is trying to tell jokes... some people can tell a joke with a straight face "a poker face" I'm not sure a two year old can do that... they tend to crack up laughing... but here were his two year old jokes.

me - "Quinn you're eating a Popsicle"

Quinn "choc-ikle?"

Me - "no Quinn a Poooooopsicle"

Quinn - "pop-cookie?"

Me - "POOOOPssssssiiiiicle"

Quinn - "pop-tickle?" (proceeds to tickle me)

Daddy - "it's a POP-sicle"

Quinn - "No Daddy, MY ikle!" (while clutching the pop cycle to his chest)

Book Club

In the past I have joked about joining a book club ... I kinda laughed it off as to silly or "normal" and maybe a bit boring. But the fact is I love to read and every once in a while a book hits me so hard that I find myself wanting to talk to everyone about it and in most cases no one has read it, and they're hearing my quick rambled version of a book you just have to read to get. By the time they get around to reading it my initial fascination has worn off... and I am enveloped in a new story and characters. This is frustrating!

My current fascination is "The kite runner" This story is now one of my all time favorites... some books you can finish the last page and something has changed in your perspective of life. I wouldn't say they are life changing but certainly life altering. Those books are rare and I am always caught off guard when it happens...

I think I will join a book club.

Conspiracy theory

I think my mother is conspiring against me... every holiday she gives me all the cookies, cakes and pies that are left over from our dinners and gifts. Every Thanks Giving.... Every Christmas.... Every Easter ..... and I always walk away thinking - "oh mom, she is so sweet, I love her so much... how kind of this lovely woman to hand over her cherished sweets and yummy goodness to her eldest daughter" Well this year I worked too damn hard to loose weight, this year I was on a proper plan, a great diet, a nutritious way of living and lost 20 whole pounds (as opposed to those pesky half pounds)!... three weeks after Christmas during my second layer of sugar sprinkled cookies, a box of chocolate covered pretzels, half a chocolate mouse pie... and seven pounds gained later, it dawns on me, the light switch in my head went on ... she is doing this on purpose! I am carrying her seven extra pounds, this is her extra butt... her extra muffin top! That sweet lovely woman made me fatter so she would not be! I'm on to you MOTHER... You'll have to find another sucker to shovel those delicious sweets into there mouths...

speaking of that ... there is half a pie left... that little bit can't really hurt can it? ;)