The Marvelous, Magical Birthday Of Seuss

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One wintery day on the second of March. We got a big note, and that was the start. The start of events you will see. And its all because of our friend Holley Ellison McGhie. She has a pet monkey, it crawls on her head. She even lets it sleep with her in her bed. She had urgent news. It just could not be stopped. She had to tell us before the day went plop, plop, plop, plop.

"It's the birthday of Seuss," that's what she said. "It's the birthday of Seuss," she wrote from her bed. She wrote with her monkey on top of her head. You must celebrate; simply you must. You are my friends that play, play, play, play without any fuss. You must honor this birthday, this birthday of Seuss. You must do this; you have nothing to lose.

Without a second to waste we dashed off to Bliff's Store. Without a second to waste we ran out the door. Bliff's Store is the place to get what we need. Green eggs and ham, we can get there, indeed.

Green eggs and ham is a great way to say, happy birthday to Seuss on this marvelous day. Happy birthday to Seuss this is only the start. We have lots more to do. We each have our part.

Off we went, off we went at a vary fast pace. Off we went, off we went as if in a race. We went to read Seuss books, no time could be wasted. The clock was tik toking, we had to make hasted. There were things to be done on this birthday of Seuss. We must, must, must, must celebrate. It was just no use.

We spread on the floor on this second of March. We read, read, read, read until it was darked. But we could not stop there. We simply kept Seussing. We could care less whether we looked goof, goofy.

So on we read by the lamp of the car. On we read as we drove beneath white stars. Homeward bound we went, reading books in the night. Reading books by Seuss with the car's lamp light.

We read way past bedtime on this birthday of Seuss. We read way past bedtime, but what could we do? This comes once a year; it has been so much fun. I can't wait until we do another one.

What Horrible Deed Did I Do In Heaven To Get Such A Picky Kid?

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This is my son McCann. He is VERY particular...with almost everything. This usually drives me crazy. Let me give you some examples.

Let's start with food. Many kids are picky about food, right? Let me show you how he excels in this area...beyond most kids. For example, he likes this brand of graham crackers, not...

this brand (or any other brand, for that matter). Once we even tried mixing the two brands together when he ate crackers and milk. We didn't want to waste this box. It didn't fool him, though. His fine pallet could tell the difference - even if we mixed it at only a 25/75 percent ratio.

When he drinks milk, he wants skim milk (the green one on the left) not 2% (the blue one on the right). Fortunately, he is not quite as picky with this as other things. If we run out of "green milk", we can usually convince him to drink "blue milk" for a day, until we can buy more "green milk."

Mustard. Most kids could care less what brand they eat. Not McCann. He only wants the brand on the far left. He hates all the other brands, and even if I sneak one of the "other" brands onto his sandwich or hot dog, he knows it by just looking at it. He doesn't even have to taste it. He can tell by sight that I am pulling a fast one. How crazy is that?

The only spoon he will use is the one on the far left. He refuses to use any of the other spoons. He would rather not eat.

The same goes for these kid spoons from IKEA. Most kids would love them, but he won't touch them.

When he eats Mandarin oranges, it has to be in this square glass bowl.

Not this round glass bowl...

or any of these other bowls. Not even the IKEA kids bowls (like on the far right). Another bowl example - he will eat graham crackers and milk in any bowl, but he has to have a washcloth laid out on the table between the bowl and himself. If not, he throws a hairy fit.

He hates wrinkles. If his bed gets wrinkled, he smooths it out. If the area rug, in our living room, looks like this, he goes crazy and straightens it immediately.

The same holds true for the bathroom rug. If a corner is turned up, like this, he freaks out and fixes it. Or, if the rug isn't straight (turned so it is perfectly lined up with the tub) he has to fix it.

When McCann lays out his blanket on the floor, he makes sure it is smoothed out perfect. If it was laid out like this, he would go ballistic and start straightening it.

When it comes to clothes, he will only wear long-sleeve button down shirts and long pants with a zipper and snap. No t-shirts (long or short sleeve), no sweats, or shorts.

When he is not in those specific street clothes, he only wears (long sleeved, long pants) pajamas...when he plays on the iPhone indoors...

when he plays in the snow outdoors...

when he rides his bike...

when he's watching TV...

when he's playing sports...

when he helps daddy cook...

you get the point - he's always wearing PJs - even in the Valentine's Day card we made for his classmates. If he's not in PJs, then he's in long-sleeve button-down shirts and zip-up long pants. Nothing else.

Now for the final example - the one that inspired me write this post. Tonight, when McCann was doing his kindergarten homework (about money), he didn't want to use the dirty penny (on the right). He insisted on using the shiny new penny (on the left). Crazy, isn't it - that a kid would be worried about such a thing? But he does. That is my McCann. Sometimes his pickyness drives me crazy. Sometimes it amazes me. Either way, he is a unique and special kid. I love him!

My Kids First Night In Their New IKEA Bedding (IKEA Duvet Covers Trova Gronsak Design Charlotte Ramel)

Have I said that I love IKEA? Well, I do. Talk about great prices – with style to boot. We bought these Duvet Covers for cheap, cheap, cheap and they are cute, cute, cute. (SIDE NOTE: I promised myself that I would never use the word “cute,” but I couldn’t think of a better one for this. Oh well. A guy just has to give in sometimes.)

Christmas On Cherry Lane 2011

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Before Christmas

Christmas Eve.

Santa Stop Here! (He Plays "Connect Four" With Mrs. Claus and They Set Things Up.)

Christmas Morning ("I loooove Santa!" --Lily Purcell)

 

 


Secret Santa (We found some gifts on our front porch. Not sure who they are from, but thanks, whoever you are.)

Fauneil bought me tickets to see "Wicked" with her in June. Score!

Work Mode (Both Fauneil and I Work At the Hospital. No Days Off. Even on Christmas.)

The Aftermath ("It's like a Christmas bomb went off in thehouse." --Fauneil Purcell