01 January, 2006

They're either on crack or double espressos

What does one do with two energetic little boys in the middle of winter wonderland? Yesterday we took a walk and had a snowball fight, but their energy level doesn't seem to have decreased at all. We dropped slightly from code red to code orange, but are inching our way back up again this morning.

I keep thinking about driving them out to the woods and dropping them off a la Hansel and Gretel. But then without the breadcrumbs.

Now I understand why some animals eat their young-- it's a desperate measure to get them to stop jumping on the couch!

We spent new year's eve in a karaoke bar-- there were a few truly horrifying moments, including an enthusiastic but off-key rendition of "Play That Funky Music, White Boy". What does this bode for 2006? Either an abundance of bad taste or of bouts of sidesplitting laughter that have tears streaming down your face...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

2006? Karaoke versions of My Humps. :D Happy new year!

Betsy said...

You know, I had to think of "My Humps"-- during a pause they actually played "Donchu Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me" which rivals the Black Eyed Peas for tastelessness.

And something else that had a lot of carnal sighs and was questionable in a "family" environment. It was truly atrocious. But that just made it even funnier... I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

Betsy said...

Think my last comment might have sounded somewhat sanctimonious. At home I play traditional fare like Raffi right alongside classical and classic rock. Think that it's good that they're exposed to a little bit of everything (including "Donchu wish" ;-) ) along the way.

Had to laugh yesterday-- was remembering a Pogues jag we got on during vacation a few years ago. Listened to a greatest hits album non-stop for a week. The kids loved it!

But exposing them to that little bit of Irish culture had consequences as well. My mother was a little surprised when S, then 3, would spontaneously break into song lyricising about "ladies of easy leisure".

He could also accurately belt out all the refrains to New York Christmas including a hearty "You scumbag, you faggot, you cheap lousy maggot! Happy Christmas you asshole you've done it again!"