BRRRR (part 2)

February 24, 2010

I know the groundhog saw his shadow earlier this month, but I am still hoping for a quick end to this snow and freezing rain, which is projected to last all week. The Elusive Gooblin’s forecast states that green things will start growing soon enough. Not that he will eat those green things (yogurt, peanut butter, and bread always seem to win against green beans, carrots, and squash). But he sure likes to pick them!

Still no Spring in sight!

Spring also means he will get to try out his new Batman Big Wheel outside instead of indoors!

Bubba Rupp is also hoping for Spring–although he will surely miss frozen poopsicles from the backyard.

Best buds, awaiting Spring together.

Here’s to some Springtime vibes! We are ready!

 

 

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Busy feet

February 19, 2010

Today, these feet were running, marching, kicking, tapping, and dancing. Today, these feet were sniffed, kissed, nibbled, and tickled. Now, they are very tired and are resting. These are what Gooblin feet look like when they are not a blur of activity. Aren’t they delicious?

 

Brrrrrrr!

February 18, 2010
Warm weather: where are you?? There are busy gooblins afoot who need to make dribble castles in the sand, and run down the beach chasing seagulls, and get sand between their toes, and splash in the waves! We are ready for you, Spring!

Gooblin sighting in warmer weather, 2009.

Someone’s In the Kitchen with Mama

February 16, 2010
Our Elusive Gooblin becomes slightly less elusive when there is a project or activity to be done, for he is also a Very Industrious Gooblin. Things must be in their proper place, and once they are in their proper place, they must be removed and then put back in their proper place once twenty times more. This is just how our Gooblin rolls. He has very specific ideas of how things should be, and good luck telling him otherwise, lest he look you in the eye, assert matter-of-factly, “No,”* and smile his sweetest smile (witnessing a Gooblin smile is pretty much like looking the Medusa in the eye, but instead of turning into stone, you melt into a buttery puddle of goo and rainbow sprinkles. When you wake up, you discover you are covered in Spiderman stickers and have read the same Elmo board book 4,082 times in a row).
*NOTE: Extensive study and observation of the Gooblish language seems to indicate that “No” means any number of things, from “you are incorrect” to “you may be taller than me, but I am cuter, and therefore, I am not listening to you” to “I laugh at your transparent attempt to make me [nap; eat green beans; stop pulling the dog’s tail, etc.].”

I have learned two important facts in my Gooblin research:
1.) There is no happier Gooblin than one who is left to his own devices to industriously stack, unstack, open doors, close doors, and get into trouble, all while smiling in the most distractingly enchanting fashion.
2.) There is no happier Mama than one who is able to get something done while not checking every 30 seconds to make sure said Gooblin has not shut the cat in the dishwasher.
Therefore, meet the new, patented Gooblin Kitchen!
A shelf for the books he must bring with him wherever he goes. Doors to open and shut. Various small pots and cooking tools. Cupcakes (need I say more?). A zone where Gooblins roam free and contentedly. A place where Mama can cook nearby while observing various approved Gooblin activities.
The Striped Gooblin is hard at work preparing his specialty– crayon soup.

Instead of “No,” I now hear a frequent and unmistakeable, “Cook!” (Gooblish for, “I will now whip up a meal that will cement my reputation as future Iron Chef.”). I’m thinking I might be able to domesticate this busy, wild Gooblin after all!

Gooblin apparel

February 15, 2010

Recently spotted: a small garden gnome-like creature, sporting mismatched stripes, Batman thermal bottoms, and a red party hat.

Apparently, my wayward Gooblin has returned home! I had missed those quick, little striped feet.

Field research has confirmed that Gooblins do not like to change into their pajamas, so it is not uncommon to spot an elusive Gooblin running about with strange combinations of clothing, as though they squirmed down from the changing table in mid-pajamaing.

I hope to make more observations tomorrow for the sake of science. I am in the process of studying Gooblish to better communicate with this adorable little creature.

The Legend of the Elusive Gooblin

February 13, 2010

A small, elusive Gooblin lives in my house. I often attempt to capture him on film, but he is a blur of activity.

Have you ever met a Gooblin? If you see a small figure appear in your peripheral vision and hear a little giggle as he dashes away, chances are that you have indeed encountered this mythical creature.

The Legend of the Elusive Gooblin is steeped in much mystery. Folklore has it that successful capture of an authentic Gooblin (bedtime capturing does not count, as the Gooblin becomes sleepy and snuggly) will lead to wonderful things like cupcakes with pink sprinkles amazingly falling from the sky and three magical diaper changes and even an automatic burning of 5,000 calories in spite of the fact that you devoured carbs all day long. Know that I seek the cupcakes my quest is for far nobler reasons: to discover the mysterious source of the many cereal puffs I find in my purse, shoes, and low cabinets.

You see, the Gooblin in my house likes to hide things away in various places: slivered almonds from lunch and toy cars from playtime in my mixing bowl on the low shelf; books, books, and more books hidden underneath cushions and in corners; tiny Gooblin shoes in the seat compartment of his ride-on train; cereal puffs lined up neatly on the television stand. Gooblins are full of surprises, so even after they have gone to bed for the night, you may find little gifts that they left for you to discover.

The Elusive Gooblin has gone to visit his Noni and Papa tonight, and I miss his little giggle. As I tidy the house, I am finding “gifts” that he has left for me that make me smile and make me marvel at his taste in great literature. Cupcakes with pink sprinkles falling amazingly from the sky could definitely hardly make me smile more.