Gabby's cousins came for a visit a couple of weeks ago. She had a wonderful time showing them her room and her toys, her ice cream store on the corner and her friend, the poet.
Here's Lynn's take on the theme of "cousins":
My friends have come to get lost inside of yards
that disappear in the imagined lands we seek together
as it gets bigger with the company and all the
more fun as we run to places only we can see
as I wait for all these times with these cousins
of mine who arrive to make more memories
Lynn Gentry
myspace.com/lynngentry
Cousins
Haight & Ashbury
June 26, 2010
reprinted with permission
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
More Wit And Wisdom From Gabby
I have a feeling my "Gabbycisms" posts are going to become like Jon Carroll's infamous cat columns, albeit not as charming or well-written. Those of you who like to read cutesy-wootsy stories about other people's children and the oh-so-funny (in the totally unbiased opinion of their mothers) little things they say, read on.
If not, tune in another time and maybe there'll be something here of interest to you.
*****
A few weeks ago, Dylan (who has now acquired the nickname "Dill Pickle") caught some sort of a bug and spiked a fever in the middle of the night, because it is apparently against the law for children to spike fevers during daylight hours. Atomic and I must have been discussing it in somewhat concerned tones in front of Gabby, because the next evening before bed she announced, "Mommy, I'm sick. I think I have a beaver."
Ahem. (Oh, try try try not to bust out laughing, no, don't look at Atomic, you'll lose it, c'mon now, stop that)
"Oh, really, honey? You feel sick?"
"Yeah. I have a little beaver."
Aaaaaand give up all hope, bust out laughing and then spend several minutes trying to convince a skeptical preschooler that you are taking her concerns seriously.
*****
On our road trip to Ashland last weekend, Gabby asked what the tall metal towers with wires were.
"Those are towers to hold the power lines, sweetie."
"Oooh. I want to see the Power Lions."
"Um, me too!"
*****
"Mommy, is Grandpa Grandma Birdie's daddy?"
"No, Grandpa is Grandma Birdie's husband."
"Husband?"
"Yes, the same way that daddy is mommy's husband."
Pause.
"Mommy? Mickey Mouse is Minnie Mouse's husband!"
If not, tune in another time and maybe there'll be something here of interest to you.
*****
A few weeks ago, Dylan (who has now acquired the nickname "Dill Pickle") caught some sort of a bug and spiked a fever in the middle of the night, because it is apparently against the law for children to spike fevers during daylight hours. Atomic and I must have been discussing it in somewhat concerned tones in front of Gabby, because the next evening before bed she announced, "Mommy, I'm sick. I think I have a beaver."
Ahem. (Oh, try try try not to bust out laughing, no, don't look at Atomic, you'll lose it, c'mon now, stop that)
"Oh, really, honey? You feel sick?"
"Yeah. I have a little beaver."
Aaaaaand give up all hope, bust out laughing and then spend several minutes trying to convince a skeptical preschooler that you are taking her concerns seriously.
*****
On our road trip to Ashland last weekend, Gabby asked what the tall metal towers with wires were.
"Those are towers to hold the power lines, sweetie."
"Oooh. I want to see the Power Lions."
"Um, me too!"
*****
"Mommy, is Grandpa Grandma Birdie's daddy?"
"No, Grandpa is Grandma Birdie's husband."
"Husband?"
"Yes, the same way that daddy is mommy's husband."
Pause.
"Mommy? Mickey Mouse is Minnie Mouse's husband!"
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