I laughed so hard I almost...

...peed my pants when I saw this. Evidently, my daughter thought her Sesame Street pals should be able to look at the tadpoles. She did this all by herself.

Hee hee. Again...a reason to keep on laughin'. It all balances out in the end, doesn't it.

RRRRIBBIT!!!

Well, I've gone and done it again.

Jumped into something without doing the proper amount of research. I'm generally pretty thoughtful about things and tend to be on the cautious end of the risk spectrum.

Every now and then, I go CRAZY!

My daughter has developed a love for all things 'frog'. Not Frenchmen...but the actual amphibian.

I thought it would be fun for her to 'experience' the whole tadpole to frog transformation. So I popped into my local pet shop and bought 4 tadpoles, an aquarium, and some Newt Food...they were out of Frog Food.

Granted - the tadpoles are the size of a large man's....um....thumb - but I know nothing about frogs except that I don't particularly want to touch one. The froggy-expert was not in the pet shop so I figured we'd call him today to find out what kind of frogs we would have.

I figured we'd have them for a little while, they'd turn into frogs, and we'd have a sort of 'Frog Releasing Ceremony' down by the creek near my house.

Sounds neat, eh?

Turns out, they're bullfrogs. Here's what I learned about bullfrogs:

• Transformation from tadpole to frog can take anywhere from 1-3 years. Huh. I was thinking a few weeks to a month tops for this project.
• They can grow to 18 inches long and over a pound in weight.
• They eat bats.
• I cannot release them into the wild or they will, evidently, take over the world.

Nice one, Jenn.

Ba-Nana

My daughter calls bananas 'byangos'.

I know what she means so I haven't really been correcting her since she's two and I figure she won't say byangos forever. But tonight I got it in my head that if she can say 'Nana', which she can because it's what she calls my mom, she can say banana.

So when she asked for a byango, I said, 'ba-na-nah' but made no move to get a banana for her.

She nodded. Then she made the sign language sign for banana just in case I was not clear about what she wanted.

Still not seeing any movement from me in the general direction of the bananas, she said, "Byango peese". Good point - perhaps I was looking for manners.

I said, "ba-na-nah" again.

Once more, she nodded....this time with an expression on her face like I, myself, had just turned into a banana.

I told her to say 'ba'.

"Ba."

"Say 'Nana'," I instructed her.

"Nana."

We repeated that excercise about 3 times...each time going a little faster.

"Ba.......Nana."

"Ba....Nana."

"Ba..Nana."

"Now say banana," I told her.

"Byango."

She's so awesome. She makes me smile.

Oh My GAWD!

My 17 year-old brother is visiting. He's getting ready to go back to school and asked to borrow a suitcase. I'm not sure why - maybe his clothes procreated while he was here. He came with a suitcase...

Anyway - I was doing laundry and he came into the basement and asked if he could have 'this'. I didn't turn around but asked him what 'this' was.

He said, "I don't know....I found it in your suitcase. Mom said it was a bag or something to carry stuff in...?"

I finished throwing clothes in the dryer and turned around to see what 'this' was.

It was a fishnet stocking.

A million things went flying through my head and I giggled at all of them. From the fact that he's not as wordly as he thinks to when the hell did I need fishnet stockings?! And where is the other one? What if I have occasion to wear them and I only have one?!

Oh my.