Apple of my i

It's official, I am i-People! I'm the happy owner of an iPhone 3G, and it might just be the coolest thing I have ever owned! My husband has MAJOR gadget envy, and even brought his new phone BACK to the store after playing with mine for about a day! See, here's the thing... it does EVERYTHING! It's a phone, it's an address book, it takes pictures (nice ones, too!), it emails, it's a GPS, and you can download an @$$load of applications on there... including GAMES.. that KIDS like to play!
So now, I don't have to keep extra crayons in my purse, I downloaded a drawing program, and James can doodle ON MY PHONE! Seriously, this is like life-changing technology, right up there with the DVR and GPS.
James' favorite thing is this ridiculous game that none of us can actually win. It involves trying to land a rocket, and his favorite part is when it crashes...here's how happy it makes him:


I have to say, though, it's amazing how comfortable he is with technology. He already knows how to turn it on and off, unlock it, flip between screens, pick out the different games... you'd think you were watching someone who'd owned one from years.. smart little bugger.

I can't say I care for this...

James has recently been throwing around "I don't care about it" quite a bit. We'd been correcting it, letting him know that it was quite rude, but about a week ago I just asking him "why do you keep saying that? do you mean you don't LIKE it?" He concurred, and I pointed out that it's ok to say " I don't care *for* it / that"... that's how you say you don't like it, but it's a little nicer than flat-out saying "I don't like that". So now he throws THAT around all the time. And I have to tell you, I think I prefer "I don't like that". He has this snotty little emphasis when he says it, like "I don't CARE for it!!!" I think I prefer Daddy's approach.. just a thumbs-down and a phhhttt (yes, he taught him that.. on purpose).
The other thing he loves to do is find ways to work the words "poop" and "burp" into the conversation as often as he can. When he burps, he says, "excuse me, burpee", or "thank you, poopy". Even when there is absolutely no way you'd think he could shoehorn in one of those words, he just tacks it onto the end of a sentence. It frustrates the poopy out of us! My only consolation is that Shawn and Anna's little boy, Aiden, also does this. Aiden is honestly one of the most well-mannered, play-by-the-rules little kids I've ever met.. ever! So if Aiden does it, then I guess there's not much WE can do! burpee.

What little boys do on a rainy day

Massachusetts

Oy! How overdue I am with this one! First of all, we had a WONDERFUL time up in Mass.... over a month ago! It's just been a busy, busy year, and I've been a total spaz about not posting. So James LOVES Auntie Janet, and still talks about her and those chipmunks. We had a wonderful visit with the entire family (I still can't believe that April and Sandy jumped in the pool.. we had the entire family in the pool!!! Just like the good old days!). I'd uploaded the pictures about 2 weeks ago, written little blurbs for all 50+ plus pics, and then LOST THEM!!! Damned Shutterfly changed their whole format and it totally screwed me up. Mind you, it's actually quite cool now that I've adjusted.. but MAN! Soooo.. I finally got around to REposting them, and now they are there for your viewing enjoyment... so enjoy!

My, how handsome!

We've been able to coax James into wearing a collared shirt several days over the last few weeks when he goes to school. I guess we'd never actually noticed how often we refer to him as "handsome" when he wears these. He was regaling us with tales of school today, specially about one of his little friends, when he felt the need to point out that he was wearing a "handsome" shirt. "Like mine, except his was blue instead of red". It took a second for us to figure out what he was talking about, but when we realized that he was referring to collared shirts, like his little golf shirts, as "handsome shirts", Sterling nearly shot his drink through his nose!

On a completely unrelated note, I've started an experiment. I'm keeping a cup in the laundry room, and from now until the end of the year, I plan to fill it with whatever odds and ends I find in the washing machine after doing little Mr. Man's wash. So far it contains 2 rocks.

I don't get it...?

4 year old humor escapes us at the moment. We actually had a talk about this during James' nap on the way to Massachusetts. I mentioned that I thought James had a really good sense of humor, and Sterling pointed out that it was actually quite weird and often didn't make any sense. He said, "have you HEARD his jokes? seriously!" This point was underscored this morning while James and I were hanging out over breakfast..
James: Mommy, I have a joke! Why is a telephone on the house?
Mommy: I don't know, why?
James: Wearing sunglasses!!!! ... going to the beach!!
...yeah.. point taken, Daddy.

The weekend cannot get here soon enough!

*SIGH*... it has been a rough couple of weeks... here's the recap, with the latest developments that we've probably not yet shared...
- Food poisoning
- Poup incident, aka "craptastrophy"
- Becky gone :-(
- Cat shaved
- Hole in ceiling
- Drawing on walls
- NEW! James sick (like in throwing up sick, like in "stuck at home while the drywall guys are doing the ceilings!)
- NEW! James splits his lip screwing around after he starts to feel better on his first sick day at home. He was doing his parallel bars routine on the futon and coffee table and slipped... but his face caught him before he hit the floor. He looks like he's been in a bar fight.

Yeah.. it's been a rough patch lately! We decided while the hole was being fixed that we'd just get them to go ahead and do all of the ceilings downstairs.. so they scraped off that nasty popcorn mess and now we have smooth ceilings... and drywall dust in every nook and cranny of the downstairs. It took longer than we thought, and poor Sterling was juggling the sick boy one day, then we both juggled work, sick boy, and drywall guys the next day. We've been woken up every night, we've handled vomit and blood, and damn it, we are SOOO ready for the weekend.

To top it all off, Fractured Prune closed this week... no doughnuts tomorrow (tear, *sniff*).