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DYLANism: A Night At The Smithsonian

Last summer, when we visited Ocean City New Jersey, we planned on stopping at the Smithsonians in DC on the way home. Mom thought they might be interesting for the girls. To entice the girls into seeing one or two Smithsonians we actually went out an found a book, Awesome Adventures At The Smithsonian.

A Night At The SmithsonianBringing the story to up to date, a few days ago Dylan and I were paging through this wonderful book. We stopped in the Flight section. One thing led to another and we started talking about hot air balloons and zeppelins.

I tried to explain this was the only way people could fly years ago, before there were air planes. Dylan grasped the idea of a hot air balloon but not the scale or magnificence of a zeppelin.

Undaunted I whipped out my cell phone to do search for one. Thinking of the only zeppelin that came to mind, I tried to find a video of the Hindenburg.

Well the video played on and the disaster was apparent. The news reel announcer started talking of all the people that were killed so I thought to find another example of a zeppelin, the Goodyear Blimp instead.

Much better choice!

So last night after dinner Dylan asked to see the video of the Badyear Blimp.

I said no, “No Dylan it is is the Goodyear Blimp.”

She cries, “No daddy I want to see the video of the Badyear Blimp!

Puzzled, I thought for a second but then put ‘video’ and ‘Bad Year’ together to realize what Dylan meant.

She meant the video of the Hindenburg! She really was quite fascinated by this Badyear Blimp.

Earlier that same week Dylan and I were paging through the same Smithsonian book. Dylan wanted to stop and learn about the dresses of the First Ladies of the US. This section showed dresses worn by various First Ladies throughout history, showing not only the style but the personalities of these First Ladies.

The First Lady

The next page showed a Job Description of the First Ladies. I told Dylan the First Ladies have to help the President, welcome very important guests to the White House, support some causes and connect with people.

So Dylan asks, “What is a First Lady?”

I told her the First Lady is married to the President of our United States. Its a very important position!


Next came a little quiz to test the comprehension of the reader to the book.

1. Would you want the job of the First Lady? 

Dylan = “Yes”

2. What do you think would be some of the fun things about being the First Lady?

Dylan= Get to drive a car and get to eat Marshmallows by yourself!

3. What do you think would be the worst part about being the First Lady?

Dylan= Being Married!

So there you have it! Dylan longs to grow up because she can drive a car, eat marshmallows whenever she wants and stay away from boys!

Good Ideas Dylan! Good Ideas.

Want another marshmallow?

I took Dylan to school this week to find the teacher asked her class to write a very important New Year Resolution for this year. Their declarations were hanging outside the class in the hall.

Mom, you are going like this….

new years resolution

That’s right, this year Dylan pledges to ‘make her bed‘ as her New Year Resolution! Is she a cool kid or what? Mommy and daddy had absolutely no input on her choice what so ever.

And so far….she has kept her promise in the morning before school, making her bed everyday.

Have another Marshmallow Dylan!

If you want to find other amazing DYLANisms check out my link in the margin for some of the incredible insights that have left the girl’s mouth over the last 4 years.

I hope all your New Years Resolutions are still on track too!

Thanks for looking in 3D!


Stop the presses, Stop the presses, Stop the presses ~ This just in!

This came in the mail today:

High 5

Atta girl Dylan! Hmmmm? Writing skills develop. ..maybe a future Guest Post in 3D?

Here’s my Happy Friday Song to kickoff your weekend…

Wiggle and shake around like you just don’t care!

Make this come true!

DYLANism: Who is buying all this Stuff?

Sunday I was on the phone with Dylan’s Grandma when that Stuffies commercial came on (How much stuff can you stuff in a stuffy…). We see this commercial a lot on the all kids TV channels we watch.


Dylan saw the commercial and grabbed her little Curious George drawing book and asked me how to spell the word ‘Stuffies’.  I should have heard her wheels turning.

I politely told her I was on the phone with her Grandma and couldn’t talk right now.

So Dylan went to find Mom.

When I got off the phone Dylan told me I could order her a Stuffy for her birthday.

I told her to tell her Aunt Sue or Grandmother as Christmas is a lot closer.

She says, “No Dad, you don’t understand. You can order me one for my birthday right now“and she leads me by the hand back to my office.

I get in my office at home and there on my computer screen is the Stuffies’ web site.

Dylan evidently took the spelling for Stuffies and did a search  for the toy, found the web site on the search, pulled the Stuffies web site up and found the one for her.

I thought this amazing for two reasons.

First, what does a kindergartener know about doing a Search on the computer to find something, let alone reading what comes up under the search and choosing the right link? I didn’t teach her.

Second, this girl saw something she wanted and made a plan to go get it. She just didn’t ask and bat her eyes like a Princess. She made a logical plan on how to make it easy for Mom and Dad fill her wish.

First grade computer class my butt!

Please, please, please can I have one? What is your 3 digit authorization code?

Please, please, please can I have one? And what is the 3 digit authorization code on your Master Card?

I better hide the credit cards!

Now I am a new Dad, is this unusual in this day and age or do you know of some equally amazing feats?

DYLANism: What are you hiding in there?

This morning the girls, Chum and I were in the kitchen fetching some breakfast. Dylan was standing beside me when Chum stuck his cold wet nose on the back of Dylan’s leg to sniff her.

Dylan laughed and said, “Daddy, the dog wants to smell by butt.”

I told her that is how dog’s recognize people sometimes and then rhetorically asked, “Why, whatcha got hiding in there?” as if there was a reason Chum was smelling her toosh.

Dylan shrugged her shoulders, laughed and innocently answered “Just poop and tinkle!”

As much as some things change some things can still stay the same! You have to like her innocence and honesty.

In another note, we had a present when we reached school this morning. This is what was waiting for us as we walked in together.

full rainbow

I know this blog has been getting a bit one sided this week and I want to leave the ‘Back To School’ idea alone.

After all, millions of kids are going back to school this week or month, right?

But this being my first time to experience this,  it just seems that something remarkable happens each day so far.

Maybe its this way for everyone more or less. I dunno.

I hope so!

God has a plan when he puts the end of a rainbow in the direction of school. A different kind of 'pot-of-goid'.

God has a plan when he puts the end of a rainbow in the direction of school. A different kind of ‘pot-of-goid’.

DYLANism: Pure Art

Dylan was drawing one day on vacation. Now she has gotten pretty good at ‘coloring’. She stays in the lines well. She usually uses the appropriate color. She doesn’t just scribble so much.

Drawing can be another matter though since she will usually color. Still, she can usually be good at drawing recognizable figures or scenes, even if it is stick figures or the like.

So Aunt Sue leaned in to see what Dylan was drawing this time. Surprised and disappointed Sue asks, “ Dylan what are you drawing? I can’t recognize anything.”

Dylan responds, “You’ll see.”

Impatient for the final product Sue asks, “Well I don’t see anything. I can’t recognize anything you are attempting to draw here. What is it?”

Calmly, without pausing or looking up Dylan responds, “Its Abstract (art).”

What a piece of work!

"Can't you see that?"

“Can’t you see that?”

DYLANism: it happend one dark and stormy morning…

The other night we had a thunderstorm go through in the middle of the night. One particularly loud thunder boomer crashed and it wasn’t long before our bedroom door creaked open and in walked Dylan.

She came up to me in bed and asked if she could sleep with us because of the loud storm. She climbed up in bed, and before she laid down, she sat there as serious as could be and said, “Daddy I think my sister is afraid of thunder.”

Her sister was soundly asleep in her own bed. Dylan snuggled close and took half my pillow.

The next morning, half asleep I walked towards the shower to get ready for work. As I passed by my chair to disrobe before my shower I tramped in cat…ah…ah….poop.    It was cold, it was damp, and stuck to the bottom of my foot. I looked at Dylan and asked, “Did you do this?” partly joking.

She shook her head no. I asked mom the same question, as she beat me into the bathroom ( I am sooo late by now). She shook her head no, eyes still closed.

Dylan is now in her tattle-tale mode. I asked her “Well, do you think the cat did this?”.

I don’t know daddy,” and she ran off.

She came running back just as swiftly and offered, “Daddy, the cat said he was the one that pooped in front off your chair.” At least the cat can still fess up.

I still had to get our 2 year old up before I left. I went in her room, gave a sunny Hello and pulled her from her crib. I laid her down on the changing table and bent over for a baby wipe. My breakfast started kicking in a bit early because as I bent over for the wipe I let out a teeny-tiny poot. Now, if any of you know me I know that may be hard to believe.

I stood up and to find my 2 year old was laughing at me. I said, “Did you hear that?” amazed because I didn’t think it was that loud.   She just kept laughing at me.  I turned around and there stood Dylan. I said, “Dylan, did you hear that?”

She shook her head yes, laughed, and sputtered, “It sounded like thunder!”

No more sleeping in the bed with me during the storms! She doesn’t know what real thunder can be! At least she didn’t compare me to the cat.

Kitty, I smell some thunder. Was that you?

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