On Middle Names...

This story was reported to me by our sitter, who watches Gemma a few hours a week while I work.


The sitter, who we will call Ms. A. here (she has not given me permission to use her name here, nor do I think it is fair to talk about people I know very well on the internet without their permission).

Ms A and Gemma were talking about middle names.  Gemma was surprised to find out Ms A had a middle name.  Very surprised.

I imagine the conversation went something like this:

Ms A: everyone has a middle name!  Even me!
Gemma: You?  You?  You have middle name?
Ms A: Yes.  Yes!  I have a middle name.  My name is Ms A __________   ________  ________
Gemma: Middle name?  You?
Ms A: That is right!  I have a middle name.
Ms A: Do you have a middle name? (She is fully aware of Gemma's full name, just asking to see if Gemma knows her middle name).
Gemma: Yes.  I do.
Ms A: What is your middle name?
Gemma: Bean.  My name is Gemma Bean.

Mama! Do dat again!

We love this phrase. We love it a lot!

A challenge

When the regular Simon says game just isn't challenging enough.

Gemma is observant

Yes she is.

What goes ca-thunk in the night?

William rolling/wriggling/wiggling himself off the bed. To land between the bed and wall.

Uncle Mike

File this one under Uncle Mike (my brother, as opposed to John's brother or nephew).


Uncle Mike likes to eat potato chips with cottage cheese. William was the only one of our kids brave enough to try it !

Meet our snow kitty

There was no SNOW in Minnesota when we arrived to celebrate Christmas! That changed overnight one day as we woke up to a dusting of snow. However, it wasn't enough for a full snowman. Luckily, our inventive kids came up with a snow kitty.