December 12, 2001

so the other day right before i'm supposed to go home from work, i get a call from a horrible, horrible man appropriately named oscar (y'know, like oscar the grouch, only oscar the grouch is nicer than this man). he refused to accept the answer to his problem that i was giving him (which, by the way, turned out to be absolutely accurate). the problem was that the answer i gave him removed blame from the company i work for, and he was determined to be mad at us. the point is, though, that he caused me to stay 2 hours late at work and put me in a bad mood with his rudeness.

on the way home, i stopped by my brother's house to whine. the first thing i saw as i walked through the door was michael. he was watching peter pan. as soon as he saw me, he yelled, "negan!" and ran over to me to give me a kiss. then he grabbed my hand, led me to the bathroom door, and pointed to a sign that was on the door. "potty. chart." he pointed to the words in the wrong order. it was so cute! then he decided it was bath time, so i drew a bath doubling up on the bubbles (i can do that 'cause i'm the aunt), and he played in there for like an hour while we sang all the songs he knows (3 or 4 times each). by the time i left, i'd forgotten completely about being mad at oscar.

April 17, 2002

an exchange with michael:
"baaaaaaby! how are you?"
"i name nichael."

i wasn't sure if this meant he didn't want me to call him baby or if he just didn't understand the question, so the next time:
"michael! how are you?"
"i name nichael."

i guess that answers that question.

May 6, 2002

i spend sunday afternoons with all my family. i always get a good laugh out of something that goes on while i'm there.

today when i got to my parents', michael, was in the front yard with my dad. he came running up to me, yelled, "negan's home!" and gave me a big hug. then he showed me a bandaid on his finger, "a horsy bite my feenur." after that he took me on a tour of the flowers in the yard. we picked some lilacs that he took to his mom and my mom.

a while later, my sister emmy got a hold of one of the branches of lilacs, and michael had the other. emmy started picking the blossoms off and sucking out the nectar saying, "these are yummy!"

i looked over at michael just in time to see him shove the entire top of the branch into his mouth and take a big bite. he got this look on his face that was like a combination of, "eeeeewwwww!" and "i've been lied to!" he leaned over and went, "bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh..." spitting the plant all over the floor and brushing his tongue off with his little hands.

so then he looks over at emmy like, "how could you?" and sees her putting another blossom in her mouth. so i guess he decided maybe he'd tried the wrong part or something and that he'd better try this again and took another bite! then he repeated the whole spitting scene.

he looked over at emmy again to see her stick another flower in her mouth and ran over to her, "no, emmy, no eat-a flower!" and swiped them away from her. i'm sure he thought he was rescuing her.

i laughed so hard i cried.

 

May 10, 2002

there's a cartoon these days that michael likes to watch called dragon tales. today when it came on, my sister-in-law (his mom) started singing the theme song but sang his name in place of the word dragon. "michael tales, michael tales..."

"no, mama," michael interrupted, "nichael have a bum."