Funny Funny Boys

Our boys just make me giggle .... almost everyday.  Here's the latest from each:

Jet: 

Jet attends an after-school class called Cooking with Della.  Della is this sweet 60-ish Italian grandma (born and raised in Italy) who teaches this class.  Jet loves it and comes home with great food.  Well, I pick up Jet from class last Wednesday and Jet gets in the car and says, "Mom, for class on the 8th we have to wear make-up."  

Mom: "What ... why would you have to wear make-up"

Jet: I don't know that's what they said

Mom: Who said?

Jet: Ms Dell

Ok so I pull of pondering this whole wearing make-up to cooking class.  'why would they ask little boys to wear make-up?'  'do Italian men wear make-up when they cook?'  'is there some weird Italian holiday where the men wear make-up?'

Finally pulling into the driveway, I put it all together.  Jet's class the previous week had been cancelled.  I'm betting Della said something like this in her Italian accent: 

Next class is on the 8th.  It will be a make-up class for last week's cancellation.  So on that assumption, I will not be sending (or scarring) Jet by sending him to his next cooking class in make-up.

Charlie:

Charlie and I were eating at Noodles & Co yesterday.  In a table a few yards away from ours were a young 20-something couple nuzzling and kissing like they were on the Spanish Steps of Rome and not the stroller suburban mom hangout of Noodles.

Charlie pointing at the couple: Mom what are they doing?

Mom: Looks like their hugging Charlie 

By this time a few tables around us have tuned into our conversation and are smiling.

Charlie: Wow, that's beautiful.

More snickers from surrounding tables.

Charlie: I think they love themselves.

Now it's laughter that's erupting around us.

Charlie again: That's really beautiful.  They just love themselves.

Then all the sudden, my 4 1/2 year old is hugging my arm, planing a kiss on my cheek and trying to nuzzle my neck.  It was sweet but a little difficult to eat my Pasta Al Fresca (have you ever eaten at noodles ... it isn't cheap).  As for the young lovers ... totally unphased with their attentive, interested audience.  I don't think I was ever so elated to see a table leave!

BRRRRrrrrrrrr! The Palin Curse!

It's 45 in Anchorage and look at what it is here (this does not reflect wind chill).  We'll talk soon ... it's too cold to type or think!  Cozies to you!

Let It Snow, Let it Snow ... Ok enough already

It's a snowy winter here in Chicago even by Chicago standards.  Usually by this date, we've had 15" but this year we have already tallied 36" (the snowiest start to winter sin.  Seems like every morning we awaken to the hum of the snow blower.  Oh, it's not all doom & gloom.  We have our share of sledding, snowmen and outdoor fun.  But when you are looking at the golf tournament in Hawaii ... well its a big weather tease that's not easy to take.  Blast you Tiger!

The next two months are the toughest from a weather standpoint.  The doldrums set in as we desperately seek new ways for child entertainment.  So much so that it trumps all other points of discussion with other Chicago parents.  This morning at the "Pump it up" birthday party we talked about what to do with the kiddo's during the next two months.  Discussions ranged from planetarium shows to bowling to babysitting exchanges.   IX-neh to the last suggestion.  I can't get my two boys under control much less the addition of other boys.  Speaking of which, the rug rats just invaded my blogging space & Chris is spraying highly smelly spray about an inch from me so until next time.