hi. just barely surviving this horrific winter over here. with our elongated, unpredictable, daily commute in and out of boston, our time at home is that much shorter (almost non-existent) and there is just no time for much of anything aside from the necessary motions. its depressing. its taking a toll on me. and yes, i want to move. south. maybe someday…
on a brighter note, our vacation was awesome & i finally dumped all of the photos out of the camera. will recap soon. in the meantime, some daney dialogue i’ve been jotting down:
“is it christmas now?”
not yet… <brief pause>
“now is it?”
“is it good to say 25?”
<lifting his 4′ giraffe back onto it’s feet>
“c’mon big guy”
“mommy! when we get home, i can play and daddy and you and shakey and me.. the whole family!”
good job using your manners.
“does santa like that?”
you’re so big! did you grow today?
“yes. but when i’m big we can still do hugs and kisses.”
<standing on the scale> dane, how much do you weight?
“i know what you meanted”
is ruby in your music class.
is she a good singer?
“mom, watch this cross-over”
“daddy, we are on the blue team and we’re the villanovas!”
“i’m not dane, i’m rondo, and this is larry bird” <dane is always rondo. mike is always larry bird>
<sunday morning 6:30 am>
“mummy, lets go downstairs and play and you be santa and i’ll be pirate hook.”
<in the car>
“mum, when we get home are.. are.. are..”
<studdering a little … pauses… >
“why do i keep saying are?”
“mommy, you’re a good driver now because there are no more reindeer in the snow”
<in reference to the deer i hit a few months ago.. after which dane called me a “bad driver”>
<in his bed.. first thing he says to me when he wakes up a bit panicked>
“mommy, where are my tracks?
downstairs on your train table
“we didn’t give them all to riley?”
<he had a 2-year-old’s worst nightmare… giving all his train tracks away to his cousin!>
<looking out the plane window as we passed through white fluffy clouds>
“look at all that snow”
<the first morning he woke up in his own bed after vacation>
“i wanted to stay in mexico”
dane, what is the first thing you are going to say to your baby sister when she’s born?
<thinks about it> “… hello!” <with an british accent>
“m da m’s” (m&ms)
“pirate hook” (captain hook)
“be finity and beyond!” (to infinity and beyond)