Can’t You Read the Signs?

It’s been one of those days.


What exactly does that sign mean you ask? No yelling.

Now don’t get me wrong, I try not to yell. But you might say that I’ve been known to raise my voice. Sometimes I yell more than or louder than I’d like to admit. But I promise that I DO TRY not to yell. Some days I’m more successful than others.

Today when I scolded Ava because she purposefully hit Maxine in the head with a hair brush, she ran off upstairs in tears and got to work on some signs while I got to work on lunch. She came back down a short while later and we both apologized for our less than stellar behavior. Then she got to work merrily hanging up her signs up all over the house. The living room, the kitchen, the dining room. I see a couple upstairs now too.

I enjoyed signs while I ate my homemade garlic hummus smeared on toasted sesame Ezekiel bread topped with salsa.


And another with my spinach banana smoothie.


I asked her, “What does ‘Dai Oim’ mean? Does that mean ‘DIE MOM’?!”

Fortunately, no, that’s not what it means. It just says “Please don’t yell at me.”

I also asked if she made any signs for herself, because she yells too. (Funny how they not only pick up on your good habits, but they pick up on ALL your habits.) She replied that no, it was my job to make those signs for her.

Alrighty then.


Kidding. Kidding! I said I was kidding!

This is either going to save us both years of therapy or we’ll be declaring bankruptcy due to outrageous mental hospital bills.

But onto the splash park!


Want to play Where’s Waldo Ava? (Her suit is blue and green!)

Apparently everybody and their mother had the same idea we did today. We didn’t stay long.

Afternoon snack unintentionally turned into an early dinner.





And oh yeah, more fruit.


I think “Turkish Apricots” is latin for “These are kind of brown but don’t be alarmed they still taste the same.”

Some corn on the cob a little later too.


In other news, our monarch caterpillar survived the night!


And much like a breastfed baby, we know he’s getting enough to eat because he’s pooping. A lot.

I’ll leave you tonight with this important message:


Dai Oim.


10 Responses

  1. Oh boy, I should remember “Dai Oim” more often.. 😉

  2. Can’t belive i found Ava right away in that picture. I can always find her but can never find my child. It’s a good thing i always have your set of eyes on days like these.

  3. Maybe it’s actually a compliment, ala, “Daaaiiommm Mom, you sure can yell!!!”

  4. I love your blog. I wish it were mine. You crack me up and I can totally relate. Especially to those darn Turkish apricots.

  5. oooh adventures in caterpillars! keep posting updates!

  6. hahahahaha i laughed out loud multiple times. dai oim might be my new phrase.

    i cannot wait to see your guest post – i am guessing it will be genius, just like all the rest of your blog 🙂

  7. Ava is so smart! Those notes would have stopped me right in my tracks.

    Can’t wait for more caterpillar updates, too. What do you feed it?

  8. i love turkish apricots – they’re more fig-y consistency – that’s why!

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