Mr. Fredricksen

My youngest son, age 4, has changed his name to "Mr. Fredricksen" (he got it from the movie, "UP")...so for the last week and a half, instead of calling him Josh, we call him Mr. Fredricksen.  In fact, he even refers to himself as Mr. Fredricksen...so he will correct me if I make a mistake and call him by his given name.  This makes me laugh, partly because when I was pregnant with Mr. Fredricksen, my daughter (age 4 at the time) wanted me to name him Mr. Whiskers. :)

So, Mr, Fredricksen gave me a present for my birthday last weekend.  He had wrapped the gift in beautiful green leaves and pink flowers he had found in the front yard.  I opened it slowly...wondering what treasure he could have found for me.  Inside, I found a cat food coupon for 50 cents off Whisker Lickin's.  Stifling my giggles, I thanked him immensely and told him how much I loved and appreciated the gift.  Mr. Fredricksen just shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal as he walked away and responded, "I found it in the garage."

Last night I had a dream we had pet alligators (we have a dog and two cats) that lived in our backyard swimming pool (we do not really have a pool). My family was swimming around in the pool and the ginormous alligators (about 10 of them) were laying on the bottom of the pool staring up at us like we were tasty morsels of food. I got out of the pool calmly, went into the house and suddenly realized I couldn't remember the last time we had fed the alligators and panicked...I had to get my kids out of the pool or they would be eaten! When I arrived back outside my husband informed me had taken care of it...I looked over and he had shot, killed, skinned and stacked up the pet alligators in the yard. When I asked him why he did that, he simply said, "I had to. They were trying to come into the house to eat you."

 

 

I've been trying to figure out what this dream means and I've come up with a few explanations...

#1. I am worried about something happening to my children.

#2. I view my husband as our family protector in any given situation.

OR...

#3. I have watched entirely too many episodes of "Swamp People."

Katie-isms Post #4

This actually happened a few months ago but I've been so bad about writing these things down in my blog I wanted to do it before I forgot.  If you don't already know this about my daughter, she is the queen of random.

While riding in the car one day, Katie asks me, "Mom, how big can hail get?"

"I'm not sure of the record," I tell her, "but I've heard about hail the size of golf balls and baseballs..."

She is silent a moment. Pondering. Then she asks, "Could hail get bigger than a can of yams?"