Cute things my kids say…

Biblecation School = Vacation Bible School (Maura)

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What does a peacock smell like?

Maura wants to know what Oil of Olay smells like. So she opens the jar, takes a sniff and exclaims, “it smells like peacock.”

I’m not sure what a peacock smells like, but I know Oil of Olay doesn’t smell like much.

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Cute Things My Kids Say

Churkey = turkey

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Cute Things My Kids Say

Chicken Very Tocky = chicken teriyaki

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Loyalty Day Parade

Here are some pictures of the musicians in today’s parade. Of course, it figures that I wouldn’t capture Rutland High School because my daughter chose that moment to use the bathroom.

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Blogging A-Z: M is for My Family

We all have M names. Even the dog:
Marc
Meredith
Malcolm
Maura
And Merlin

We did have a fish at one time that did not have an M name. In fact, it never really had a name at all. Maybe it died in despair knowing that it was never really a member of our family because it lacked an appropriately begun name.

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People actually enjoy this?

For some reason (I think mostly love for my wife) I have found myself motivated to attend to the lawn/garden of our house. As I nurse my aching back and sore shoulder I wonder to myself, “People actually enjoy doing this?”

I suppose when it looks good at the culmination of the work there will be a certain amount of satisfaction and pride (but doesn’t pride come before a fall…in home values?).

Of course, when you spend time in the dirt you meet some interesting folks, like Mr. Rose Flower the toad.

Maura gave him his name.

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Stuff Marc Likes #102: short hair

Short hair is great!*  There is something about short hair that is just, well, cool.  Literally, that is, because I don’t know anything about figuratively cool as I seem to be very far from any hipster understanding of what cool is (which I expect to be pointed out regularly when my children reach the teen years…until then, my brother and cousins fill that accountability role nicely). Back to short hair…

I have to write a brief disclaimer:  I’m not a particularly big fan of short hair on women.  There.  I said it.

Last night I enticed my four-year-old son, Malcolm, to have his hair cut…by me.  Now, I know what you’re thinking: Surely, being a music teacher cannot possibly prepare you for properly shearing a young boy’s hair!  And you would be right.  But, I’ve been cropping my own coif for the last 13+ years with mostly good reviews from passers by and assorted members of the media.  (Never mind that one of the few times I allowed a so-called professional to cut my hair in the last decade was just prior to my wedding.  Just because she didn’t trust me with my own hair on the eve of our wedding doesn’t mean that she didn’t like my hair styling.  Meredith has let me cut my own hair every other time since we’ve know each other.)

Back to last night.  Malcolm allowed me, rather enthusiastically I might add, to cut his hair with the electric clippers.  We set up in the bathroom and prepared a gallery for mommy and Maura to watch the proceedings.  It went rather uneventfully, with the exception of spurts of tempered rage as I tried (mostly successfully) to contain my anxious aversion to messes.  Everyone behaved well and no one was hurt (at least there are no visible scars).

At first, I set the clippers for #5 – which is the highest (or longest) setting.  Malcolm was dancing in contorted fashion as he was trying to sooth the itching from the voluminous hair dropping on his bare shoulders.  Despite wanting to be free of itchiness, Malcolm insisted that he wanted his hair shorter.   So, I obliged.  Not wanting to have to cut his hair a third time, I skipped guard #4 and went to #3.  Well, well, well.  Let’s just say his hair is short.

Well, I have little more to say and I expect this is what you’ve been waiting for.   Here are a couple of pictures of Malcolm and Maura after they were cleaned up from the hair massacre:

* For the record, Meredith has said she wasn’t really crazy about the bald look that I had for a few months back in 2008.

 

Cute Things My Kids Say…

Maura says:

Chloclate = chocolate

Sometimes pronounced, shlocklate

 

Cute Things My Kids Say

Both:

• structions = instructions

Maura

• cumburger = cucumber