Susanne + Monica = Susanica---Welcome! A bit about us...Monica (the redhead) is sort of hyper, thoughtful and never lacking for ideas. Susanne is calm, brilliant and kind. (Can you tell we wrote these about each other?) We live in DC, and in 2005 we got married (legally in 2010). In 2007 Danny was born, followed by Benjamin in 2009. Here is the story of Susanica & Sons!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Our Little Comics...
Here are a few things we've shared on social media over the past few weeks. These two do indeed keep us on our toes!
Danny - "What's the best time to go to the dentist?"
(Yes, that would be pronounced tooth hurty.)
Not to be outdone in the joke department, from Benji...
"What's the strongest thing in the ocean?"
(Wait for it...)
"A mussel! "
(I should add that his actual favorite joke is "Knock knock." "Whose there?" "Bus driver." "Bus driver who?" "HONKA HONKA HONK!")
To paraphrase from Fiddler on the Roof... "May God
bless and keep the children... far away from us!" (At school that is.
Wonderful break, but it's time.) The boys had a Christmas vacation, but it was time.
It finally happened!
First tooth gone! And by gone we mean completely gone... I guess he'll be
leaving a note for the tooth fairy.
As many of you know, to our kids, I am Mommy and Susanne is Mama. It works
quite well for the most part, although I do increasingly wonder if people think
I talk in third person all the time. Like "Mama is really happy about how
well you cleaned your room." Or "Did Mama say that was okay?" I
guess I could have worse problems!
When Danny was a baby, Susanne and I sort of came to an
unspoken arrangement that she was basically in charge everything that went into
our children, and I was in charge of everything that came out. This arrangement
has been awesome for me now that they are older, BUT, not so awesome when they
are both spewing bile (err...having a rough night) at the same time.
Fortunately after a day of laying low they both seem to be feeling better.
When Danny's throat hurts he always accidentally says his
neck hurts so I have to ask whether it hurts inside or out. Benji does not make
the same mistake. This morning he woke up telling us that his swallower was
Sweet even when miserable.
While making shapes with play dough this morning, Benji
asked me why we say "ice cube". Excellent question young grasshopper!
There is something very wrong when your early riser is not a
6 year old Danny is suddenly interested in chess and checkers and is
learning about the pieces and what they can do. We decided that the bishops
looked like "pastors with fancy hats on", and I must admit that I
cracked up when he then explained that "you know, those church people can
only go diagonally."
The boys were taking their sweet time getting upstairs to bed
while belting out Madagascar's I Like to Move It, Move It.
All I could think was "I don't think you really do."
Here's the thing with Benji. It's not that he cares much about what he wears. His only
requirement actually is that it NOT be the thing you suggested he put on. He
also doesn't fall for reverse psychology very easily. I'm guessing a career in
I know math is not my forte, but if the boys go to bed 3
hours later than usual (after movie night with a favorite babysitter),
shouldn't they wake up more than 15 minutes later than their crack of dawn
So...quietly whispering "get your bum on the pew"
does nothing but make a small child burst out laughing (kinda the opposite of
the calming effect I was going for.) And why do we call church benches pews? I will never use the words "pew" and "bum" together in a sentence again. I swear.