JustJessie

A Genius and a Guinea Pig

The Genius:  Grayson is very into inventing right now.  We're forever helping him find duct tape, paper clips, clothes pins, and various other items necessary for inventing.  Yesterday he introduced his latest contraption, the "Memory Screen Imager."  When wearing the "imager" electricity comes down from the sky, through the knife er, antenna and a happy memory is displayed on the inside of the goggles, and it makes it seem as if you were living it all over again.

The Guinea Pig:  Frequently Grayson uses his little brother to test his experiments, and this one was no exception.  He rigged it up on Grant last night while I was rounding up the bedtime crew (Kasey the Koala, Danny the Dinosaur, Bears the Blanket, and Puppers the Dog).  The memory Grant saw was the day he made Puppers, and when Grayson asked if he could really see it, Grant exclaimed, "Yeah!  I wunner how it works like dat, Bubba?!  Dat so cool!"

Come Peasants!

Bow before your Sultan!

Dumpster Divers Club

Ahem... I now call to order the first official meeting of the Dumpster Diver's Club.  Before we begin, I shall outline the rules and premise of said club. 

Rule 1:  All members shall be inducted by their first dumpster diving experience.  If a member does not return from the alley with an interesting piece of refuse, he shall not be permitted entry.

Rule 2:  All findings shall come from "clean trash" only.  That is to say, the trash must come from a home we know to be clean, and must have never been inside an actual trash can.

Rule 3:  All members must provide decoration or furniture for DDC that came directly from the alley, as non-recycled pieces will not be permitted.

Rule 4:  Sworn secrecy... oops.

Our Own Kind of Normal

 

Disco dancing Grayson style!  Don't ask me why they pulled their shirts over their heads to do it!

Weekend Funnies

We had one of those weekends that's hard to blog about, because it was so very busy it kind of made our heads spin.  I thought rather than give you the play-by-play, I'd just share a few things that made me giggle.

First of all, on Friday night we went to a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese, and when the party goers sat down for cake and ice cream, Grayson turned to me with tears welling up in his puppy dog eyes.  I went to him and asked him what was wrong,and he assured me it was nothing.  The next day, he told me that he was upset because his teacher's daughter sat beside him at the table, and he was afraid the kids in his class would think he liked her.  Like, liked her he meant.  Did I mention that she's nine years old?  And no one even noticed who he sat by?

Fast-forward to Saturday night.  We got take out from the Japanese restaurant, and after we sat at the table Grayson remembered he hadn't washed his hands.  He went into the kitchen and we all heard a bang and something falling to the floor.  Grayson walked into the dining room with his hands up and said, "Don't worry, Mom, the beer is OK!"  He knocked an unopened bottle of wine over onto the floor.  Should I be embarassed that he thought I was more worried about the wine than him?

In telling me about an incident at school on Friday, Grayson said "Miss Pace said if we didn't behave, we were going to see steam come out of her ears!! Do you think it really would have?  Was she telling the truth?  That would have been SO cool to see steam come out of her ears.  Does she have water in her head?"

Advanced Grantinese

I have a Grantinese term here, and I dare you to guess it's meaning.  The word is "Dine-ut-sower".  And while you can guess that it is really "dinosaur" if you say it out loud, that is not what it means.  Are you ready for the answer?

"Dine-ut-sower" is Grantinese for elevator.  Strange, huh?  Let me explain how this word evolved.  Everyday on the way to Grayson's class we pass an elevator in the hallway.  Grant always runs to it and pushes the button, even though we don't ride it.  One day he asked, "What dat is makin' dat ding?" (It makes a dinging noise when he pushes the button).  I told him it was an elevator, and he was like, "Oh! Addabater."

So when we went to pick Grayson up that afternoon, Grant ran over and pushed the button as usual.  Then he said, "Dat Addagator goes ding!"  So, addabater became addagator.  I corrected him, but he didn't hear the difference in what we were saying.  For the next adaptation of the word, you need to know that Grant gets his large reptiles confused.  Dinosaurs, alligators, and dragons are all the same to him.  So the next morning, instead of pushing the button on the "addagator" he wanted to know if we could ride that "dine-ut-sower."  So goes the evolution of the dine-ut-sower.

Christmas Carol a'la Grayson

"On the first day of Christmas in a tangerine,

A pop tart in a pear tree."

Elfie boys

I couldn't embed this, but you HAVE to go check it out! 

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9617039087

There's a party in my tummy!

My kids LOVE to dance.  They do it all the time, and they're both pretty good at it!  So, right now Grant does this great dance every time he eats something good, and he calls it the yummy yummy dance.  Jeff finally got it on video (Grant's not much for command performances), and I edited it, so here you go!  My dancing boys...

The Notorious BFG

I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but our local library has recently started a book club for 5-8 year olds.  As part of that, they have the option to get up in front of the group and do a "bookshare," which is basically an oral book report.  Ms. Kim (our kids' librarian) told them they could dress up and act out part of it, or just whatever they want.  What?  Dress up?  You know Grayson was all over that one. 

The book he chose to review was The BFG by Roald Dahl.  I think I've told you all how much he loves that book.  So we used some things we had around the house, and I sewed him a "bald cap" and Voila!   Unfortunately, none of the other kids dressed up, and there were a couple of big kids there making comments about the younger ones.  So I'm sad to say the BFG costume stayed tucked neatly inside our book bag. Apparently the scorn of the eight year olds was just too much for Grayson to face.

I did get a video of him practicing at home, though.  I think it's pretty darn cute!