Angie Arthur's post today about her kids ending arguments with, "Well, you're a big, old, fat eyeball!" reminded me about Little Guy's comeback for the past six months.

Upon entering into any exchange with him for the past HALF OF A YEAR we have known that LG's ending statement will be, "On your head!"  Except it's more pronounced, like, "On your HEAD!"  As in, conversations will go something like this, "LG, it's time to take a bath."  "I'll take a bath...on your HEAD!"

After saying this, he erupts into fits of giggles despite the fact that no one else is laughing with him.

We just don't get it.  I'm not sure what's so funny about it.  And sometimes it won't even make as much sense as that.  Here are some examples:

"Would you like some water?"
"Yes...on your HEAD!"

"Come on, let's put some sunscreen on."
"On your HEAD!"

"And which Transformer is that?"
"The one that is yellow and black and he's a bumblebee and on your HEAD!"

"Well, it's about 20 more miles, so maybe about another 15 minutes."
"On your HEAD!"

Actually, just thinking about it makes me realize it is...kinda...funny.  Except it's not funny, for example, when the server is standing at your table, the restaurant is busy, and the query for either chicken fingers or a hamburger ends with, "On your HEAD!"  Obviously then the waitstaff just cocks their head, confused, and we have to say, "We don't know either.  He'll have the chicken fingers," and a little voice will pipe up, "On your HEAD!"
 
 
Look!  They almost form a heart!
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Trooper is approximately 50 pounds now.  At 6 months, he's as tall as Cosette was at 9 months (I measured him the other day).  He is one gangly little puppy and doesn't know quite what to do with his tall Thoroughbred-like legs yet.  Run, mostly.  And, I'm not sure he knows what to do with his ears, either -- they are long and so very floppy!  He's one cuddly little puppy.
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And Cosette is thinking, "Can you believe this guy?"
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These two are such goofballs.  When we aren't seriously retrieving, I let Trooper goof around a lot.  Cosette, meanwhile, takes her job completely seriously 100% of the time.  Which is why she takes a perfect opportunity to steal the toy back away from Trooper when he is at his weakest point...
(if you are offended by dog poop, don't watch the video)

 

Dreamin'

07/27/2009

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Early last night, I started to dream wildly about playing with fireworks in my driveway.  I was dreaming that a bunch of our mutual friends were over and playing with sparklers and bottle rockets in the sweet summer air.  As I walked across my driveway, I realized that my friends had placed firecrackers under my path, and they were snapping as I walked on them.  At first they were just little sparks, but then they began to increase in ferociousness and noise as I was stepping on them, and then I must have unknowingly stepped on a large one, because it went SNAP!  CRACKLE!  BOOM! and I jumped above it and exclaimed, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

and Joel said, "WHAT?!"

Check THAT out.  My dreams have the power to wake BOTH of us up.

 
 

To me, her architecture is perfect.

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Above:  Look.  Look at her little eyelashes.  Aren't they precious?  And I love how her silky ear hangs down to form a perfect little triangle.
Below:  Her calm expression is one I like a lot.
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Below:  Alert, but I wanted the focus to be on the eyes here.  I love how they kind of 'pop' a little in this one.  I think her gaze holds special powers, because if I'm in the kitchen makin' dinner, one look from those eyes and I'm like, "This chicken leg?  I should give this one to you?  Well, okay."

Something like that.
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Joel's dissertation prospectus is today!  Send him good thoughts!  :-)