That's so Funny I Forgot to Laugh!

My (soon-to-be) 2 year old has decided he's quite the funny guy and will tell knock-knock jokes all day long. Problem is he tells the same joke over and over. Let me illustrate:

Noah: Cock-cock (This is probably the funniest part)

Me: Who's there?

Noah: Bana (meaning banana)

Me: Bana who?

Noah: HAHAHAHA!!! Funny!

It was hilarious the first couple of times. Now it just drives me insane.

Lola's jokes are a whole different story. She will make up her own knock-knock jokes and they ALL go something like this:

Lola: Knock-knock

Me: ...

Lola: Mom!! I said Knock-knock!

Me: ... (trying to ignore her--trust me, you get her started and it NEVER ends, and she gets offended if you don't laugh)

Lola: Argh! KNOCK-KNOCK!!

Me: Who is it? (Once again, trying to avoid the pain)

Lola: You're supposed to say "Who's there?"

Me: Quien es?

Lola: MOM!

Me: Who's there?!

Lola: Orange

Me: Orange who?

Lola: Orange-borange-lorange! HAHAHA!!!

And the others are pretty much the same. All she does is look around, find something that catches her eye and then make up words that rhyme. And honestly, she has stomped out of the room if her one-person audience (moi) does not pee her pants and fall to the floor in hysterics. Whoever said mothering was a piece of cake never had aspiring 2 and 4 year old comedians at home.

Year End Letter

The year-end letters have been coming in for a couple of weeks at the Mitchell abode. They are always fun to read, and I honestly feel touched that my friends have me on their Christmas card lists cause let's be honest, I am not the best at the whole "K.I.T" thing. I have infinitely good intentions on that front, but rarely do they amount to much--I guess that's why they're called "intentions" and not "deeds."

I caught this clip one night while the TV was on and it made me kinda chuckle. This by no means reflects my personal feelings, but in the sea of letters that come in every year (I said "sea" like I'm oh-so-popular, riiiiiight...maybe it's more of a river...or a stream.) I must admit that the general feelings portrayed here may have surfaced for a minute or two. I think mostly it must just be my envy of my friend's abilities to have their lives together enough to manage to not only write a year-end letter, but to print and mail out numerous copies of it to their loved ones. I think the idea is great, but then my laziness kicks in and I rationalize that it requires WAY more effort than I can justify. I guess I just figure that for those people who are genuinely interested in the affairs of the Mitchells I have a trusty blog (which fails to get updated regularly, but that's a story for another day). I also have a VERY active (maybe too active) Facebook profile that will pretty much even tell my friends and family what I had for breakfast today (2 cookies--hey it's Christmas time--totally acceptable to have cookies for breakfast), and how I felt about the last episode of Glee (awesome!!). I understand that there are people out there who may not have access to the internet and may not be able to keep up with us through all these technological tools. My parents would be "Blog? Que es eso?! Libro de Cara? De que diablos hablas?!" In such cases year-end letters are fantastic, but I find it much easier to call my mom every couple of days and fill her in on the wondrous adventure that is our life.

So, to summarize, I really do love the year-end letters. I think it's a great way to reflect back on the year as a whole. I think we sometimes fail to see our lives in terms of the "big picture" and thus ofttimes fail to see just how much we've accomplished and how much we've grown. The year-end letter remedies that--not to mention that it's a great way to sum up a whole year's worth of missed emails/phone calls without pointing out what a terrible friend I am for ignoring the people I love. So, please keep those letters coming. They will not be mocked in our household, but rather cherished for reminding me that despite my flaws my friends continue to remember me and love me. But if the number of cards/letters drops next year and I'm inexplicably "un-friended" on Facebook I guess I have only to come back to this post to realize why...

Admit it!

We've all pretended to know the words to a song on the radio and have sounded just like my little friend here!

P.S. He's got sweet ukulele skills!