Devlin's bedtime procrastination is: If he's reading, he's allowed to stay up another 10 or 15 minutes.

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Originally posted by Hive:
Good, because there's a war in Pakistan.

Conversation overheard between Graeme and his mother-in-law:

Graeme: War is a good thing.
MIL: No, it's not. It's not a good thing at all.
Graeme: Then why do we 'honour our fighting men.'
MIL: Because when we do have to have a war, it's a very difficult and very dangerous thing to do, and the people who fight wars for us choose to fight.
Graeme: Wow, being a soldier is awesome.
MIL: Well, it's an honour, but it means you might have to kill people and that you might end up getting killed too. Would you think it was awesome if your dad was a soldier?
Graeme: No, I don't want him to die.
MIL: But you understand that if he was a solider, he'd be dying trying to protect you.
(pause)
Graeme: War is complicated.
MIL: Exactly.

I like my mother-in-law.

Having met both your MIL and Graeme, I can pciture them having this conversation. You have a pretty awesome family, Mr. Dweller.

My mother-in-law is a libertarian in Republican clothing. It's been very interesting these last ten years to watch her devotion to the Republican part begin its dissolution. They're mucking about with people's lives too much.

My 4-year-old woke up crying: she'd dreamed she had a balloon and I took it away.

And she went back to bed smiling happily when I promised her I'd try to have a dream where I'll give her a new one.

That is the PERFECT answer, Tis!

So, last weekend I bought a whole roaster and portioned it into its parts to freeze - first time I've tried it, but I've watched videos and read quite a bit about it.

Brandon was fascinated, particularly by the loud chopping noises and sawing sounds, but he also wanted to know what the different parts were that I was portioning.

I separated a leg in the traditional fashion - pressing down on it until the bone pops out of joint and then cutting at the joint - and held it up and said, "And there's a chicken leg."

Cut to two days ago, when Brandon comes in off the porch saying something most incomprehensible, but obviously a bit upset. He's holding a small jeep with a bent axle and broken wheel. I bend it back into shape and reattached the wheel, all with Brandon saying the same phrase over and over. Suddenly, it dawns on me. He's saying, "We have a chicken leg."

A wheel snapped off, a leg butchered. The kid's making connections.

My roommate's daughter is really starting to babble. It's awfully cute. Over the weekend she looked at her mother and said, I swear, "I am the devil".

She hasn't started spewing pea soup or anything and hasn't repeated the phrase so we're taking a "wait and see" attitude. (She also hasn't said any other comprehensible sentences so we're still pretty worried).

Graeme and Christy are currently working on a sudoku in the other room.

I always knew that eventually Graeme would be capable of things that I'm not capable of. I just hoped it would happen after he got into grade school.

My middle kiddlet is taking her Grade 2 piano on Saturday and her Grade 5 flute on Sunday - and is in a tis! (sorry Tis!)

She played flute for a year age 9, and started again at secondary school, a year ago. Saved up to buy a flute (well most of it) skipped grades 1 & 2 and took grade 3 and got distinction after six months. (clever girl) She started piano six months ago and skipped
grade 1.

Now she's complaining that she'll never be child progedy because I didn't make her play instruments when she was younger.

You can't win can you. Push 'em and be damned, don't push 'em and be damned.

Keeping my fingers crossed for her on both days anyway. Hope she enjoys it.

Tori is exploiting her new-found ability to speak in complete sentences. To be a horror.

In the car:
Tori: *starts bouncing in seat, which is strictly forbidden*
Tori's dad: "Stop that or I'll put you out of the car"
Tori: *stops bouncing*
Me: *sits and minds my own business*
Tori: *points at me* "I think you should put her out of the car!"
Me: "Wuh?"
Tori's dad: "What?"
Tori: "Out of the car! Out of the car! Out of the car!" *recommences bouncing*
Tori's dad: *headwheel*

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The kid's making connections.

I LOVE watching that happen

Oh, the joys of Geek parenting.

i'm not laughing...really, i'm not.


_{my brother's 2 year old potty training son was left unattended for a very brief time without his nappy on...he, erm, pee'd on my brothers xbox!}


nope, not laughing *wipes away a tear*

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Originally posted by other ladykatza:
Oh, the joys of Geek parenting.

I've just completed my first module for Graeme with very dumbed down d20 rules. Laserstick McGee vs. The Evil Lord of Pinatas. I'll let you know how it goes.

Could someone fix the transporter so I can send my kid to Dweller's house?

The pinatas drop candy. You want to eat the candy, don't you? Might make you stronger, might turn your laserstick into a rubber chicken. But you want to eat the candy, don't you?

Maeve, once I'm done typing it up and everything, I can send you a copy. If you have a twenty-sided die, a six-sided die and a large sheet of graph paper, you should be set.

All set? Like.. Set enough for someone who has participated in one roll-playing game? And I say participated, really I was just bored and in a room full of reasonably good looking men who honestly didn't know I would have slept with any of them, right then and there. Um. So my plan failed. Did I mention that it was a Cthulhu game? That whole night was surreal.

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Originally posted by Maeve:
All set? Like.. Set enough for someone who has participated in one roll-playing game?

hehehe ya n00b

I'm too clueless to even be a noob! What level is below that?