Someone Was Busy During the Night

This is how I found the Doo this morning... apparently, he had some crazy dreams!

First Skinned Knee!

And he took it like a man. He had a little "wipe-out" during a walk, but promptly got up and kept walking. It wasn't until two blocks later that I noticed there was blood involved. When this was pointed out to him, he showed some future-docter-like tendencies, fully investigating the injury, and having fun washing out the scrape. And, for documentation purposes, he even sat still long enough to have a picture taken of it!

Monday Laugh

Picture taken by J at the Farmer's Market this weekend.

When You're Bored, Part One

Anson has recently developed a few games that are a surefire way to combat boredom! Since he's a generous little guy, he has decided to share these games... because we all know how endlessly boring weekends can be.


Game #1: "Thermometer"
Anson had one of his random high fevers again this week (no other symptoms besides fever), and so had to have his temperature taken frequently. By the end of the week, thanks mostly to the magic of Daddy, Anson was actually looking forward to having his temperature taken... and the game of "Thermometer" was created!

This game involves finding your thermometer* (which can be a game in of itself), and pulling it out of the protective plastic sleeve. You turn the thermometer on, announcing your actions by saying "On!" Once you're satisfied that the thermometer is indeed on, you raise your arm, dramatically thrust the thermometer into your armpit, and then lower the arm.

Anson insists on holding the thermometer tightly, as, should it slip out of the armpit, the world may end. If the thermometer does indeed slip out of the armpit, he announces this calamity with a horridly high pitched whiny squeal. Producing this squeal may be one of the most difficult part of this game for those participants above the age of 5.

When you are satisfied that the thermometer is secure, you need to explain the last important rule of the game: "Wait, Beeps!" At this point, you do not move a muscle, and stoicly wait for the thermometer to finish taking the temperature, which is announced by a beeping sound. After hearing the beeps, whip the thermometer out of your armpit with a flourish, and carefully examine the display to see if you have a "Fever". If your parents are around, you should show the display of the thermometer to them: "See"

Repeat. As often as you'd like.


*Should your thermometer not be available (perhaps because your parents have hidden it), do not fear. This game is just as much fun using a small cylindrical block. In fact, using the block has the advantage of turning into "medicine" if the thermometer does say that you have a fever.



Anson apologizies for the poor quality of this video, as well as the sorry state of his hair. He tried to fire his cameralady and hair stylist, but they distracted him with Happy Cookies.

THIS Friday!

THIS Friday, as in the Friday that is three days away (or less, depending upon when you read this), there is an Event. An Event that could also be called a Class, a Date, an Experience, a Delight. This Event is THE place to be on Friday! This is one of those rare times when the MamaDoo can show that she is more hip than The City Pages, as surprisingly there was no mention of the Event amongst the Pages.

THIS Friday, June 26th, is your opportunity to become a student of the sensational and talented Virginia Corbett! Virginia has taken time out of her busy schedule to guide couples who are looking for ways to connect mentally and physically through dance. Not only is Virginia herself a delight, but she is a highly trained instructor and performer. This is not your Community Ed ballroom dance class - this is a rare opportunity, and space is limited. Now is not the time to procrastinate! You can register for the class through the darling Blooma studio in Edina: 952 848 1111


THIS Friday, June 26th, be with Virginia Corbett from 7 - 8:30. You'll live in the moment, revel in the company of your partner, enjoy some wine, learn some fancy footwork, and thoroughly enjoy yourself!

Happy Daddy's Day!

Da-Doo has worked very hard to get his Mama to write this post for him. He knows that his limit of 2-3 word sentences prohibits him from effectively conveying the great love and gratitude he has for his Daddy. When his Mama reminded him that Blog Posts don't write themselves, and that she is quite busy lately with different projects, Da-Doo promised to help out more around the house, therefore giving Mama the time needed to help him write this post. He furiously pulled weeds, moved mulch around the yard, picked strawberries, swept the kitchen floor, and dusted. So, here we are!



Anson: "Da-dee. Kiss Da-dee!"
Translation: I love my Daddy. My Daddy loves me. We give each other kisses. Sometimes, Daddy makes me kiss Mama, and I pretend not to like it, but I really do.



Anson: "Da-dee. Cra-zy Da-dee. Help!"
Translation: I have the BEST Daddy ever! He plays games with me, I get to tackle him, we build forts, and I like head-butting his tummy. We have the best times together. He helps me have so much fun!


Anson: "Ah-woof!"
Translation: Oops, I just got distracted by the neighbor walking his dog down the sidewalk. I like dogs.

Anson: "Eat! Da-juice! Ha-pee Coo-kee!"
Translation: I like it when Daddy makes me food. We have good things like juice, hot dogs, Happy Cookies, and he doesn't make me eat kale or veggies for breakfast.

Anson: "Bye, Da-Dee!"
Translation: I am okay with saying goodbye to you in the morning and when you go off without me. Sometimes I get sad, because it is more fun to have you stay and play with me, but I know that you will come back, and THEN we will have fun!

Anson: "LOVE DA-DEE!"
Translation: None needed.

A Logical Progression

Time of Day: Early morning, getting ready for daycare/work.
Scene: Daddy and Anson in bedroom getting dressed.
From the bathroom, the sound of a hairdryer enters the bedroom.

Anson: "Hair!"

Anson: "Cra-zy hair!"

Daddy: laughs

Anson: "Cra-zy Da-dee!"

Anson: "Cra-zy Mama! Hair!"
walks into the bathroom, and proclaims
"Cra-zy Mama! Cra-zy Mama!"

Mama: "Huh?"