Éirinn go Brágh

Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Who through strategy and stealth,
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here’s a toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.


The Mr. Steve home is already abuzz with preparations for today's St. Paddy festivities. The corned beef is in the crock pot, the baked potatoes are wrapped in foil on the middle rack of the oven, the cabbage is...well, I forgot to buy cabbage..., OK, then the Irish asparagus will to have to suffice. Most importantly, though, I have baited the leprechaun trap with a couple 'Pot o' Gold lottery tickets, a sure way to attract them, so that I may cook my pièce de résistance, leprechaun pie. I hear they taste just like twinkies...or maybe I'm thinking of Smurfs?

I'm kidding, of course. Never would I hurt a leprechaun. Not even a really nasty one named Muffie that wouldn't stop biting at me shins...or maybe that was a chihuahua?

Mudflaps

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Record 20 inch snowfall.

Record 20 inch snowfall who?

Record 20 inch snowfall who is in the process of melting into millions of gallons of water with absolutely no where to go cascading over the already completely saturated earth.

Not funny? Well, it's even less so for those whose basements are filling with water. Sump pump sales are skyrocketing. Dehumidifiers are working overtime. People are changing their socks with much greater frequency.

Though it did all make for an interesting jog down to the river yesterday. After braving raging runoff streams and puddles the size of poodle egos, Zach, Amelia, and I finally made it down to the river to witness the spectacle of 2008's great melt. One thing I learned from the experience is that my jogging stroller badly needs some mud flaps. I was thinking of getting some of the 18 wheeler variety with a picture of Yosemite Sam saying, "Varmints on board" or perhaps a chrome silhouette of a pacifier. Either will work. Let me know if you find them.

Zachary has a love hate relationship with green vegetables. More specifically he hates the vegetables but loves the people who attempt to feed them to him. He will sit and somehow manage to eat an entire bowl, wincing after every single bite. When his eyes open back up and stop watering he gives an enormous smile as if to say, "I deserve a medal for this". I agree. He does. He has become an excellent eater far exceeding the speed at which I am able to spoon it out, especially if pears are on the menu.

Thank goodness for moms. There are subject areas in which I would be completely lost without their expert assistance. For example, when it comes to figuring out Amelia's fashion tastes I would not even know where to start. Fortunately for us , Nadine had the perfect wool lined purse which instantly became Amelia's most necessary accessory...I assume the wool is to keep her stuffed bunny nice and comfy. Mom always comes through.




I've come to the conclusion that Zach has been reciting a novel this entire time and he has been expecting me to transcribe it for him. It seems the only time he isn't reciting is when he's asleep. Wow, that kid can talk and it seems like a different sound every time he opens his mouth. At first I thought he was getting the words from Amelia but I've heard plenty of them that he has come up with on his own. The plot thickens.

It was a short day for the Green Bay Zachers today since he had a doctor's appointment earlier. I meant to take a really cute picture of him but he ended up sleeping a good portion of his time here. So, instead I will post an alternate picture from a previous adventure that didn't make the big screen the first time around.

Accident

It's been an exciting weekend on the home front but not all of the welcome variety. Thursday last Nadine was involved in an auto accident on the freeway where her car hit the concrete divider and flipped over. Fortunately no bones were broken and she was able to walk away from it with some muscle and ligament sprain, from which she is already beginning to recover. The images of the event will take much longer to overcome I'm sure. In its very least, it is a double lesson to all you kiddies out there: always buckle up AND Honda makes some very safe vehicles. Nadine thanks all of you for your sympathy and support. You guys rock.

I could go on and on about this, but it really has nothing to do with anything daycare related. So, instead of inciting an investigation by the blog police...

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We now return to our regularly scheduled program.

I always wanted a pet monkey

In addition to learning some of the more popular words in our language, Amelia has taken in interest in learning some of the languages of the animal world as well. The impression which started it all was that of an elephant, but to be honest, it sounds a little more like low horsepower motorboat. She is also a fluent speaker of cow, snake, and monkey. It is common knowledge that the human genome is but a few nucleotides heavier than that of a chimpanzee so it should come as no surprise that some of the words of their similar languages could sometimes get mixed up. Specifically the word uh-oh. If, instead of sounding the second syllable, one just repeats the first in succession a few times, they have altered the word from the human language meaning "oops" to the chimp word meaning "I own you". The circumstance in which this mistake is most commonly made by my little Amelia is when she is eating and "accidentally" overturns her plate of peas onto the floor following it up with an "uh uh uh uh". It is quite possible the most apropos error in language I have ever heard.

Baby Laptime

I'm living in the past.

Yesterday was such a beautiful day. We glimpsed briefly into the spring to come with 70 degree and sunny-ish weather. Call it a seasonal trailer. Today, though, that viewing portal to the future sealed itself off again over the night leaving us back here in the rainy and cold March climate we have grown to expect in Ohio.

..but not before I took the old double jogging stroller on its maiden voyage yesterday afternoon (BTW, It works like a dream, turns on a dime, and is as light as a rice cake. Thanks again, Ryan and Jen...hey, that rhymed. Thanks again...Ryan and Jen...da ta da da- da). The MSD trio loaded up and walked on down to the library for baby lap time. Normally there is always a slight trace of sibling rivalry between the two and it is usually unidirectional (I won't tell you which one of the two is the instigator, but I will tell you that the guilty party's name sounds a little like Armenia). As you can imagine it came as a great surprise yesterday when the two of them sat right next to each other the entire time Ms. Laura sung the songs and read stories. I suppose being at the library in the presence of so many other babies in their age range spawned a feeling of unity based on familiarity.

...and it was one of the cutest things I've ever seen.