Can you count the quotable quotes?

Miles (to grandma and grandpa):

"It is sheer torture living in a family that knows nothing about hunting and fishing."

I can only imagine, buddy.

Nickels

After breakfast, Eli came up to my dad with a nickel and said

"Look Dad, see my money! It has a beaver on this side, and on the other side it has me with circle hair."

Then he pauses for a moment and says

"It looks kind of like Aaron!"

Sorry Queen, if you ever read this.

So much fun around here.

Tonight Miles came into the bathroom and asked my dad "Dad, can I have my own razor?"

Dad asked him "What are you planning to do with a razor?" Miles rolled his eyes and said "Shave, of course!"

Apparently for the last several nights he has been putting toothpaste in his mouth, and lathering it up and then spreading it all over his face and wiping it off with a toothbrush. "But," he says "it would be way easier if I had a real razor."

Dad gave him a disposable one, after making him promise to leave the plastic cover on all the time.

Isabel then asked "Can I have a razor too?" "What are you planning to shave?" I asked her. "I don't know, she said. "Your armpits?" Dad asked. "Yeah, maybe. Or maybe my legs or something," said Isabel.

Dad is only letting him have the razor for one night, and then he has to give it back. Miles protested. I said "There are no nine year olds that need a razor."

Dad said, "Well, there might be some." I said "Miles, you can have a razor when you stop wearing the Spiderman pajamas."

It never gets boring.

Another quotable quote

Eli: Emma! Mom pressed my quiet button, and now, hear how quiet our house is!

You got it, buddy.

Finger candy

Bach is like candy.

I am learning Invention #1 in C Major

My it's fun. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpgEPdidSfE


Magnificant is simply to die for.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlKcMJwcgq4


I'll be back tomorrow to talk about Vivaldi. (sigh of pure joy)

More dinner table tales.

The dinner table at our house is always a hoot.

Today we were having roasted vegetables with a lot of rosemary in them.

It was a bit loud and crazy.

Isabel was singing "O Canada, our home and native land. True Patrick's love, in all our sons command."

I had narrowly escaped having Eli's water dumped all over me once already, by catching it when he knocked it over. Ethan was picking taking pieces of yam, squishing them, and mixing them with water in the trough of his bib to create a lovely orange floaties juice.

"Have some salad, please Aaron," said Mom. "I didn't sneak anything you don't like into it."

Eli called out "Can I have some more potatoes and that grass?" (Rosemary, we assume?)

I put a few more potatoes on his plate.

When I am having difficulty getting the last few bites off my plate, Dad suggests "Do you need some ketchup on that, Em?"

"No thanks."

"Mustard?" "No, Dad, really I'm fine."

"A bit of Mayo?" "Dad! Unlike some members of our family, I am capable of eating food without condiments!"

It is almost like a hush falls over the crowd. (But not really. There really is no hush in our family.)

"Emma!" Miles chides me "What an un-Gillespie thing to say!"

He then proceeds to squirt ketchup onto his own plate, spraying Mom's shirt in the process.

"Hey, I want some ketchup too!" Eli calls across the table. He reaches out to grab it and promptly knocks over his water.

I give up.

Craziness

Last night was a little nutty.

We cleaning up the supper dishes. There were 5 people in our little kitchen. My mom was in the bathroom with Ethan, were he was working on going to the potty. (He has recently started doing this.)

The rest of us were all trying to rinse the plates and load the dishwasher. Our dishwasher is in a smaller corner of our kitchen. Having everyone in our family trying to work around it is not simple. And having everybody running the sink rinser thingie at the same time can result in a few splashes.

Then we heard that Ethan had peed in his little mini potty. He then proceeded to carry the small plastic potty around the house to show everybody, pouring the contents all over the floor.

Just at that moment, Eli, in his fuzzy pajamas came around the corner carrying the full water jug from the supper table. He stepped in the small puddle Ethan had just left and his feet slid right out from under him. The jug went up, and Eli went down.

When I came out of the laundry room, Eli was lying in the middle of a small lake on the kitchen floor. Three other members of our family dodge the puddle as they carry other various objects from the table into the kitchen.

Miles and Isabel run to get towels out of the bathroom. Eli is crying and wailing uncontrolably.

"Eli," I said. "What's wrong, did you hurt yourself?"

"Noooooo!" he wailed.

"Then what's wrong?" I asked.

"My...jammies...are....WET!!!"


A few days ago, I wrote about calmness. The calmness days are somewhat few and far between. Calmness is indeed lovely.

But you know what?

Craziness is pretty fun too.