Welcome to this week's edition of Das Not Funny! Friday. I'd apologize in advance for the overuse of parenthesis and my inability to make this post short and sweet but that would only draw things out further. So instead, here's what you came for.
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This is my friend Grace.
(The one on the left, if you're unsure. I mean, I'm sure the cow is friendly an all, obviously, but the cow's not my friend. Unless she's been fire-grilled to medium rare and comes with her other friend Mr. Baked Potato Head, then we're BFFs.)
Anyway, Grace is about to begin her junior year of college. She just returned from a 9 week summer internship in Kenya with some other friends of ours. Our kids love Grace a whole lot. We went to the airport to pick up Grace when she got back home last week.When Grace stopped by our house a few days ago, Elizabeth said "I missed you so much Grace! You still even smell like Swahili!"
I'm still trying to decide if that was a compliment.
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Grace brought back with her lots of Kenyan goodies including our kikoi dresses. And, every time I've seen Grace since her return from African she's been wearing a headscarf. So naturally, Grace thought it would be fun to put the headscarf on Ella. You know, to hold back all of her hair and stuff.
I'm sure Ella appreciates being our real, live dress up doll. I'm beginning to wonder if God accurately assessed our maturity level before assigning us all these kids. (For the record, Grace doesn't have 2 lazy eyes. Luke was trying to get Ella to look up for the camera and apparently his baby attracting hilarity caught Grace's eyes. Both of them.)-------
On Tuesday night Elizabeth had her first ever sleepover. If you consider a sleepover one that includes sleeping in sleeping bags in our living room with someone other than your siblings when your guest's parents are not also staying at our house for the night. The girls chose to watch a Barbie movie so I allowed Lucas to choose a "boy" movie. He chose a Marvel comics animated movie. Something about Heroes. Clearly it wasn't nearly the attention grabber for me as the Barbie's Mermaid Tale movie. I mean, the plot line alone was magnificent or slightly above making me want to gouge my eyes out. You can decide.
Annnnyway, (there's a point, I promise) since watching the Superhero cartoon (where the caracters in a time of heroic need say, "Who's gonna hero up!?!" and that quote alone has been used by Lucas approximately 7,638 times since Tuesday night whilst he leaps off of something tall enough to make me gasp for air since I'm sure he's about to break a bone or fracture his skull. Thank you Marvel comics. I'll send you the bill for the injuries we are certain to acquire in the next 52 hours.)
Where was I? Oh yeah. GETTING TO THE POINT. Heh.
All that to say, Superheros have become a BIG DEAL around here. One day since Tuesday (I can't even stay on track while I'm typing so don't expect me to know what stinkin' day it was) someone (can't remember who) asked Lucas,
"Lucas, what's your superhero name?"
To which he replied, "Oh man! I'm never gonna talk about that."
Alrighty then. Hope our home is never in need of him to HERO UP! Or if a mysteriously masked man, who's only 4 feet tall, comes flying through our house in a time of rescue I'll just presume it's my unnamed superhero son and carry on.
Whichever.
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I've been working on this post on and off all day (Thursday) and shortly after dinner tonight, I was talking to Luke about Lucas' overuse of the phrase, "WHO'S GONNA HERO UP!!!" and how that phrase and Lucas' actions had saved me earlier from certain peril when the big girls decided it was time to tackle me and have a ticklefest.
Upon hearing the recount of his previous heroic effort, Lucas yells, "WHO'S GONNA HERO UP!" again and with it rushes Luke and punches him in the place that brings even grown-up heroes to their knees.
Which made Luke and I both burst into tears for entirely different reasons.
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As I said above, in much too many words, our sweet little friend Lauralyn spent the night on Tuesday night. As we went around the living room allowing each of the big kids to say their prayers my heart began to get nostalgic. Then Luke says, "Lauralyn, it's your turn to pray."
To which she tenderly responds with, "Knock, knock."
For the next 45 minutes the giggles did not subside. And the kids thought it was funny too.
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Aaron is potty training, which totally reminds me of why I never, ever, ever want a puppy ever, ever, ever again. Puddles are not totally uncommon in our house but typically they are innocent puddles of water or a liquid from a spilled sippy cup. With Aaron being nude from the waist down, our puddles aren't so innocent these days.
At any rate, Aaron finally, finally pooped in the potty. I got so excited sitting there in the bathroom with him (you know, trying to encourage him and thinking in my mind ONE LESS IN DIAPERS) and began squealing and clapping my hands. I use our hand sign language and say, "Aaron you pooped! More Aaron, more!"
To which he responds with, gruuuuunt.strain.fakepush., "It stuck."
Good to know. At least until later when it became dislodged right on the chair in the kitchen. Lucky me.
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And that's it for the Beaver house this week. Well, truthfully, there were others but I don't remember them. Let me know if there is anyone else writing Das Not Funny! Friday posts and I'll be happy to put up a Linky so that we can all read your funnies.
Happy Friday y'all. Try to hero up this weekend, okay?