Too much time in Wisconsin?

[overheard today]
"Here's a cheesy worker!" Isaac exclaims holding his car. "Cheesy worker?" asks Patrick. "Yes, he works handing out cheese," Isaac replies.

"Oh. Cheesy worker, can I have some cheese?" Patrick asks with his car. "Sure. Oh! Cheese spills all over!" says Isaac, as his car crashes into the toys. "Cheesy worker! Cheesy worker! Cheesy worker?!" Patrick's car exclaims. "My cheese is all over!" Isaac's car replies.

Patrick's car then tries to direct traffic, "Stop sign cheesy man! Cheesy worker, stop sign." (Alas, it's no use stopping. The cheese is done for...) "Cheesy. Cheesy. He ate it. He ate it," Isaac says as his car finishes off cheesy worker's wares.

Checking Out Chicago

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Up, Little People
in anticipation hang
my toes are happy

The Most Important Part of the Job

We checked out a Richard Scarry book from the library titled "What Do People Do All Day?" The beginning of the book has a section 'Everyone is a Worker', and it has pictures of a farmer, blacksmith, tailor, grocer, mommy (Yay!), and even a kid. This is going to be really interesting, I thought. We talked about what the farmer, the blacksmith, the tailor and the grocer did all day. Then I asked, "What does the mommy do?" I was really interested in their answer- what would the mommy's job be? Buy things at Target? Go to the grocery? Talk on the phone? Play on the computer (ha ha)? Make food? Do laundry? Clean up? Patrick however didn't even consider his answer. "Give hugs," he stated, like it was obvious all along. gulp. Mommy emotions running high... He was of course right, the other things I do are important, but it all pales in comparison to his answer. Now if I can just remember that!

Dippin' in Dad's Good Stuff

Still sleepy, I am trying to quietly stumble around so I don't wake up 'baby' Sam (a.k.a. toddler Sam). Patrick appears and asks in his most polite voice, "Mommy, can you get me something to drink? I'm thirsty. I'm really super thirsty." You'd think this was a normal request, but for two important pieces of information: First, Patrick almost never asks for something to drink before I go downstairs. Second, his hand is covered with dark brown sticky globs. As is his face. And his pajamas too, for that matter. Aha! Chocolate!
"Patrick," I ask as lightly as I can, "have you been eating something?" "No..." he replies, not quite looking at me. I point out the fact he's covered in chocolate. "Ahh......we ate some chocolate powder," he finally confesses. I go downstairs to find two guilty boys and mikey's favorite Nesquick on the counter, open and definitely chowed upon. They only get in sort-of trouble, I think largely because it wasn't my chocolate lol!

Hot Dogs!

Nothing Better on a Hot Summer Day

-than a custom ice, water, and apple cider from Caribou to share...