de Finkibus: A Blog about Finks: August 2009

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Friday, August 28, 2009

Sometimes Graham just stares off into space. Sometimes he stares off into space and then tells me what he was 'dreaming.' And sometimes he just starts talking about really random things. Two nights ago he was eating bed lunch. David was sitting with him at the dining room table while Graham munched on 'fresh buttercup cream Life.' That's Life cereal and I have no idea where he got the fresh buttercup cream part, but that's what he always asks for:
fresh buttercup cream life. So, he was munching away and he stopped and said, "Daddy, I can not have babies in my tummy. But if I marry a little girl and she is my wife then we will have babies." Not wanting to get too much into the 'little girl' part or the 'we'll have babies' part, David wisely turned the conversation toward names. "Graham, what would you name a baby if you had a little boy?" Graham must have thought about this before because he immediately responded, "Jesus." Without missing a beat, David asked, "And what if you had a little girl? What would you name her?" I was in the kitchen hoping to hear Mary, Esther, Naomi, Ruth, or some other great woman figure of the Bible. Graham, however, replied, "Daddy, I would name her Oofaloof."

Monday, August 24, 2009

GBI PoD 8.24.2009

Do not feed the bears.

It is just too gross. And we have to feed them three meals a day.

After their mid-day strip down, the girls love to help vacuum up the remaining nastiness off of the floor. Our poor, poor carpet. It used to be almost white. Now, it's almost white with lots of spots on it. And I don't think it really even counts as carpet anymore. Our dining room floor is really just layers of dried up resolve with carpet fibers in between.

Good thing we love them so much!

Friday, August 21, 2009

BPoD 8.21.09

Bea's first nap of the day was of the wild variety

There was a little girl

Inga

Bea

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good, she was very, very good
And when she was bad, she was horrid!

Conversations

Graham's good friend Andrew is here this morning. When a discussion between Thomas and Percy the trains began to get a little loud, I suggested the boys go outside to ride bikes while Bea and Inga napped.
I stuck my head out the patio door a few minutes later.
Me: Andrew, don't you want to ride, too? Graham is riding his bike.
Andrew: Well, there's a spider web in front of the trike.
Graham: It's in the garage.
Me: Would you like me to get the trike out for you?
Andrew: SURE!
Graham: Do you like getting spider webs on you?
I didn't respond to that question. I just got the trike out.
Andrew: Miss Sarah, you're an awesome genius girl!

If that doesn't brighten a person's day, I don't know what will. Any bets on how long it will be before Andrew is the nation's number one motivational speaker?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Thanks for the outfits, Aunt Betsy!

Busy Girlies

Bea and Inga love the dishwasher. No matter where they are in the house, as soon as they hear the dishwasher open they come crawling. Well, Bea crawls. Inga swims.