August 2008

So I finally got that iPod. I’ve been listening to a bunch of NPR podcasts, and some Greek language studies, but I still want to mix it up a bit with some good music, but, as you all know, I’m a musical ignoramus. I know organ music. I don’t actually listen to organ music, since it’s really kinda boring to listen to organ music outside of a great church with a great organ, being played by a great organist. Anyway, no organ music. As if any of you would recommend that.

So what do you listen to for fun? For motivation? For energy? For calm? There’s so little that I’m familiar with, so bring it on.

As a side note, school started last week. My Calvin leaves each weekday for 7 hours of complete, blissful heaven. I love him, and I like him, and he’s my brilliant boy, but he sure has social and intellectual needs that I’m not equipped to meet in an all-day-every-day sorta way. The other two can entertain themselves for long stretches of time (sometimes involving an entire box of mini-wheats dumped on a freshly swept and mopped floor, and ground into a powder), so life is just so darn peaceful for a while each day.


After we had finished dinner tonight, I was finally sitting down on the couch, ready for some down-time. Zeeb came in and said, in a very concerned little voice, “Mom, I accidentally put an envelope in my nose!”

I giggled, and asked him what he meant. Then Calvin piped in with “a cantaloupe, Mom.”

I asked Zeeb if he had, indeed, gotten a piece of cantaloupe stuck up his nose, and he said yes. I was still confused, since the pieces I had cut up were much too large to fit in a little-boy nostril. He was adamant that he was telling the truth. I told him to go get a tissue and blow his nose, and Calvin demonstrated. He said, “Like this,” and put his hand up to his nose and blew. Of course it worked. He was grossed out, but as I was in the process of telling him to go get his own tissue, he sucked it back in. Then, after noticing he hadn’t quite gotten it all, he proceeded to lick his palm.

Zeeb came back in, having been unsuccessful in his attempts at dislodging his cantaloupe. I helped, and he really did blow out a good-sized chunk. I asked him why he stuck it up there, and he said, “I just wanted to.”

It reminded me of that one episode of House where the kid has a toy fireman stuck up his nose, and they finally figure out that he sent the fireman in to rescue the toy cat he had stuck up there earlier. Not that Zeeb sent anything in to catch the cantaloupe.

We’re eating lunch, and Zeeb has brought with him his newest Zoob creation, a combination scorpion/deadly machine gun. He’s amazingly talented with the Zoob, in a freakish, 4 year old boy sort of way. So he’s puttering around with it at the table, and Calvin wonderingly asks me, “Mom, is Zeeb gonna be a scientist when he grows up?”

I say yes. Zeeb gets quite defensive, and declares, “No I’m not!” I ask him what he wants to be, and he replies, “I’m gonna be an electric engineer!”

I tell him that’s a kind of scientist.

He pauses. “Is it a mad one?” he asks, with his head tilted slightly, in much the same way he asked me about the pooping frog.

Yes, my two boys have aspirations of growing up to become mad scientists. (And before any of you can ask, it may have a slight something to do with their desire to emulate Dr. Horrible.)

I heard two things.

Calvin asked, “Mom, what’s a malignant narcissist?”

And then, without a pause, Zeeb asked, “Mom, have you ever seen a frog pooping in the toilet?”