We came home one night to this:
Sitting on the stairs.
It’s a brick, in case you can’t tell that from the picture. A brick with a purple construction paper curlicue, ostensibly representing hair, and a really goddamn big smile.
#5 made it. I do not know where the brick came from, or what possessed #5 to name it Brickie and give it the sentience equal to his most favored stuffed animals. All of #5’s stuffed animals at this time were named what they were, with an “ie” on the end (believe it or not, this is an east coast man thing).
Some nights he slept with Brickie.
Several times Brickie joined us for breakfast.
Brickie took part in many games and outings and blended right in with all the stuffed animals as if he were one of them.
But eventually, as always happens with talismans of childhood, Brickie was set on a shelf and not taken down again. Which is understandable, being that he’s heavy. And a brick. (Also at some point his name changed from Brickie to Bob the Brick. I have no proof, but that stinks of #4, because she names all of her stuffed animals Bob.) Brickie, a.k.a. Bob, was practically forgotten.
Then we moved.
#5 packed Brickie, a.k.a. Bob, carefully away in his pillowcase, then in a box. He pulled him out of the box first thing at the new house and slept with him every night. That bears clarifying: #5 was sleeping with a brick for his pillow. It took some top-notch maneuvers from a favorite babysitter, but Brickie, a.k.a. Bob, was eventually freed. Liberated, if you will. He joined some other bricks in a pile at the edge of an outside wall at our new house. I would see him out there sometimes when I was taking the puppies out, or pretending to garden.
He certainly looked happy.
He spent an enjoyable twenty-one months in the fresh air, surrounded by his own kind.
Until this week, when suddenly and without explanation, he was buried.
I don’t pretend to understand anything anymore. I just take pictures.
201 thoughts on “I don’t understand anything anymore.”
haha.. I don’t know why, but I really enjoyed reading this post. Especially the end.
Sometimes you just need to kick back and enjoy the ridiculous show called life!
why is is a ridiculous show will the curtin close for you as it did brickie
Wow, step to 5? I thought I was the only one wearing that crown, lol. Cute post!
What a funny little #5. Great post, good chuckle. Congrats on Freshly Pressed.
Imagine meeting you here! I wouldn’t have found this blog if it wasn’t for Freshly Pressed, so I am very happy. I can come back for tips!
I have an entire file on my computer labeled “stuff my kids leave behind.” I peruse it when I’m in the mood for a good laugh — and your post gave me a good laugh this morning, so thank you!
My marriage ended with a brick. A literal brick. So your post also made me shudder a bit! Oh well, at least there wasn’t a happy face drawn on it — and it wasn’t named Bob. I guess there’s that.
(And my first blog post ever details how my marriage ended with a brick, in case you’d like the backstory … because you just can’t make something like that up!)
Anyhow, funny post — thank you!
This just gave me a brain storm…Imagine this-A Nutella jar mysteriously shows up at my door step! Holy crap. I must quickly act on this idea for the next FP.
Mikalee, I also thought of you when I first read this post. Is that creepy??! It’s only because I love your blog, and who could forget that stupid brick!!
I hope Brickie didn’t cause you too many bad memories. He was pure of heart.
lol! Love it!
This is hilarious. I love it. I also love the purple had with the swirl on top.
Love this! Thanks for sharing…
That is too funny. My son once had a twig named Barney. I think he may still be around here…somewhere.
I think Brickie and Barney could have been great friends, if not for that pesky burying.
Aaah, what could have been, RIP Brickie.
Hahahahah Brickie ate breakfast too 🙂 now that’s classic!!
My heart goes out to Brickie. I have never lost one, but I have many friends who have. I know he is in a better place now, perhaps within a wall of other Bricks. It is a sad day. RIP Brickie…For I never knew ye 😦
That’s beautiful. I think I’m gonna dig him up so I can say these words over him.
For what is a brick wall but a mausoleum for bricks?
Fun post. Talented step-child. I see hairdresser in his future – who else could develop such a bold new purple-curlicue coif?
Hairdresser. . .or mortician? Hmmm.
Where would we be without the imagination of children? Cute story. Look forward to reading more!
funny story…..sounds like a construction workers version of flat Stanley!
Oh my goodness… makes me look forward to when mine are older. How incredibly strange and wonderful! Great post.
total cutest post 😀
Very funny and creative. Congrats on FP
That brick look a lot like Pee-Wee Herman….I think it should definitely be kept underground…
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Hilarious. Sending this to a mom friend of mine 🙂
Poor Brickie. He did live a good little life though. There are so many things we just will never understand. Like why my son slept with a one pound bag of coffee for the better part of his second year. Maybe it was the shiny packaging? The aroma? We’ll never know.
Get out! He slept with a 1 pound bag of coffee? I love that! Is that symbolism because he knows how much coffee means to his mom? (I assume you drink it in the am like I do with all that laundry piling up). Speaking of… I gotta go do some.
He sure did. I remember this particular brand of coffee has this nice country scene on it, with a farmhouse and cows. I think maybe he liked it for the cows. He would clutch that bag in order to fall asleep (we were trying to get rid of his binky at the time) so he basically replaced the coffee for his binky. I was always in fear the coffee would spill open, so I’d try to slip it out of his hands every night after he’d fall asleep, but he’d start wailing. And yes, I drink lots of coffee just to survive the laundry! 😉
Security coffee= awesome!
That’s really funny! The weirdest things are the ones that keep life the most interesting 🙂
Stuff like this just makes you smile. Great post.
Funny little guy he is #5. I really enjoyed reading this post. There are so many things that we just never understand. Maybe it’s the best we just never understand them and let it be the way it just is.
Umm – it’s not so weird actually (or it is and my #1 Son is super strange – a very good possibility also)
P.S. great post – I will chuckle all day over this one.
Congrats on getting freshly pressed! I must be good luck. Yep, that’s it. I’m like a lucky horeshoe or a rabbit’s foot. You are so lucky to have me as a subscriber. You’re welcome.
Also, this was hilarious. I understand everything from the pet brick, to the naming, to the loss of interest, to the renewed interest, to the burial. Just do me a favor and keep taking pictures and writing about it. 🙂
I am very lucky to have you as a subscriber. I give you all the credit for there being no spooky crows perched on Brickie’s headstone. I like that the first “s” is missing from your “lucky horseshoe” above, because that makes it almost like something else, and that makes me happy.
I’ll have to read more of your blog, this post most def deserved to be on FP!
Congrats on Freshly Pressed! I am glad you are there to take the pics!
Love it and your sense of humor!
This made me laugh! Out loud! And I haven’t even had my coffee yet. Yes, I check fresh pressed before I get my coffee, I know…what the heck? Knowing kids as I do (I have a 5 and almost 3 year old) I have this weird feeling that Brickie may have an obscure relative that may come and visit. So be warned. 🙂
Love your site. And hello….what a cool header picture!! Your totally rocking it with the car seats!
Brickie’s headstone had a wreath on it yesterday. I’m concerned we haven’t heard the last of him. I’m impressed that you do anything before coffee, with a 5 and a 3 year old!
Funny. Well, I open up my daughter in a world like your #5’s, and she seems to understand LOL 🙂
Thanks for sharing!
Lovely, I enjoyed reading this =)
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This was fantastic!!! Thanks for sharing it and brightening my day.
Kids are very interesting, don’t ya’ think? Who knows what goes on in their brains? This is one of the cutest stories, though, thanks for sharing, and if that brick wasn’t adorable, I don’t know what is?
I LOVE your writing style.
hahaha! my god, that’s just great :’)
Definitely something wrong when you reduce your kids to numbers and basically call them accidental. A good post, but you should care more about kids than blogging…
Are you serious? You’re a bonehead.
Yes I am. Thanks for the reply!!!
You think blogging is more important than children? Hmmm.
Brickie should come visit you. Preferably the back of your head!
I left a bag of cat food open for the kids in the kitchen while I was writing this. I don’t see what the problem is. I accidentally bought it for the dogs, but they won’t eat it.
I am a stepmom to three. No bricks here, but #1 used to have a piece of wood with a face on it.
A brick and a piece of wood- it’s almost a bookcase!
Great post, made me laugh.
Just goes to show, the lavish money we spend on kids toys is pointless! Just make up things and give it to them on a regular basis and then recycle every few weeks.
This is a great post! I love kids!
FYI, its not just an East Coast man thing; my Southern California daughter also never named her stuffed animals anything other than what they were, with an “ie”. And she has a menagerie of them. Aside from the obvious Doggie and Kittie, there was (and still is) Wolfie, Snakie, Moosie, Snailie, and Tigee, just to name a few. Strangely, she did give each of the succluents and cacti in her cactus garden individual, although not descriptive, names. Pynkie (pronunced PIEnkie) and Corey are two that I can remember. Kids are so amazing.
I’ll take a brick over a real pet anyday. Atleast the kid can decide when they die.
That’s an excellent point.
This gave me a huge smile! It is so wonderful to see kids expressing themselves in different ways! Brickie rocks! Sorry he had to go!
This was absolutely hysterical–doubled-over, rolling-on-the-floor funny! And congrats on freshly pressed, by the way. I recommend you hang on for the ride, lest you need to resurrect Brickie, aka Bob, from his rocky resting place to help with comment response.
He would be more useful if he had thumbs. I wonder if we can do something about that.
LOL (not at the burying of poor Brickie/Bob the Brick)
Well, you’ve let me in on some parenting secrets. Hopefully, I’ll be able to approach such ‘uniqueness’ with equal aplomb.
Wow, where do kids get these ideas from anyway?
Such funny story. It reminds me of some of the thing my sister and I would do when we were young, but I don’t think either of us would have slept with a brick.
I enjoyed this because my manager’s name is Mr. Bricks and everyday I feel like I am dealing with a #5 , when in fact he is a live human being!
Well done on your post and congrats on being freshly bricked, I mean freshly pressed!
I love that there’s a Mr. Bricks!
Great post. Very funny… Children are amazing, the way they assign life to anything. Makes the object seem different. I love it. Congrats on being freshly pressed.
Amazing! It makes me so ready to see what kind of wacky things my 2 yo nephew will start doing soon.
But looking back, I never remember having inanimate objects as pals but I vividly remember burying many a gerbil and guinea pig.
It’s about time someone has stepped up to step parenting and had some fun with it. That’s probably the only way to survive. Wonderfully and joyfully written. Keep it up.
Hahahaha! I don’t understand it either but it’s nice that you let the children go on and do their thing. Kids are hilarious. Congrats on the FP!
I wish I had a pet brick when I was younger as well. It sounded like pet bricks makes for loyal friends. Congratulations on FP 🙂
no reason why anything has to mean anything
especially things just for fun
and I often wish I had a brick for a security blanket, it would help deal with frustrating people to throw my security brick at them
My friend has always vowed that she would never have kids and never get married. Well, she just got married on April Fool’s day (yes, this lead to a ton of non believers) and now she’s an accidental step-mom to two.
Also, I agree that spending tons of money on presents are obviously unnecessary. My favorite toy was a doll that my aunt made me, when she was totally broke. The only fabric she had around was blue. That’s why I named it Blue Baby and didn’t understand why that was an odd choice until I became a teenager.
Congrats on being FP. Totally deserving, because this was adorable!!!
Hand made dolls rule! I have learned that the surest way to experience something is to say, “I’ll never…”
I think I really like #5. My #4 sounds a lot like him, whose two front teeth just fell out. When I asked him when he was going to get started on his note to the Tooth Fairy, he sighed and said “you know Mom, I just don’t wanna deal with the Tooth Fairy right now.” !! Love parenting so much, with all the unexpected bricks and things. These little #5’s and #3’s shape us into better people, I think.
It’s a lot, dealing with the Tooth Fairy. I totally get it.
Hahaha. I love how for you to keep track you put a # on the kids. I totally understand, being the 6th out of 11 girls. lol. When I was younger my older sister and I would often go hunting for baby birds. By the time we would find them they were half dead. Falling from a nest can do that to you. We have about eight little graves circled around each other in our old backyard. I say ‘old’ because we moved. lol, the people that moved into our home didn’t realize they were really moving into a graveyard.
Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that, except wow. I would totally dig moving into a baby bird graveyard.
Must have something to do with the death of the housing construction industry right now. Because the child has advanced economic acumen he will probably transfer his allowance into green technology which means he may cut a hole in the roof for sunlight. Be ready.
I can’t possibly be ready for that. But thanks to your warning, I’ll at least not be surprised.
that is one fine curlicue! Cheers, MJ
Excellent. Just excellent.
I have a similar story, except my #5 is my dog, and the Brickie in question was a pigeon wing.
I can totally see this.
wow, this was one of the funniest, most brilliant posts I’ve read for a while, and it’s not because of the writer but because of the kids, don’t you just love them?
By the way, I still have a stuffed teddy bear (the Mr. Bean’s teddy) somewhere in the house…
I personally prefer the term “2nd mom” vs. “Step-mom”…lol, but nevertheless, there are times when you don’t quite understand what’s going on in the minds of the kids. This was a great story…thanks for sharing.
Hahaha I love this.
I’m Brickie fan!! 😀
I loved this post. The writing. And Brickie.
Sometimes kids are smarter–and more devious–than we think they are. They’ll take a break and make it a pet just to confound us. Pretty sure that’s what’s going on with this pet brick thing. It’s not us. It’s them.
This is hilarious! Burying a brick and giving it a headstone. I love it. I love how much inspiration and ammo kids can give us!
Quite entertaining! I look forward to all the imaginative things my daughter will do in the days to come. Congrats on the Freshly Pressed! I love all the things I’ve read about the kids.
This made me smile and burst into laughter. LOL!
Adorable. Sometimes we need a little silliness or even a random inantimate object to be our friend.
Hah! This is great what awesome kids lol
Aww hahaha!! 🙂 I loved reading this 🙂
Hahaha! Hilarious! This is so funny! Haha, I love kids. 🙂
brick? Toy ??!!)) is cruel), well, who knows, maybe the most beautiful thing).
In Russia, usually when the “brick” is your toy … it can in principle be a thing of self-defense
I’m glad he died in time before #5 figured out he could be a weapon.
Not even Bobbie Brick? Oh well. Somebody link to Jethro Tull’s Thick As A Brick because I’m too tired to go find it.
No need- merely mention the title, and it’s stuck in my head. Until I get to the part where I don’t know the lyrics and supplant it with Songs From the Wood, which I know better.
i wish brickie had made it into the youtube world with a series of videos, for sure it could be much more pleasant and funnier that annoying orange..
..what car are you driving anyway?
It’s a 1966 Mustang convertible. Miss Lucy. CC says I wouldn’t sell that car to buy him a kidney, but I might, if all the kids were found to be unsuitable donors.
I still remember my ie adding to soft toy names face. Reddie, Blackie and Brownie were the names of three teddie’s of mine. But I never had a brick for a toy … but I did make paper dolls though. Your little one sounds like a creative type.
This posted so funny. I just laughed it…Hilarious!!!
Loved the post! My kids had interesting habits and playthings too! Wind up those imaginations and there’s no telling where they’ll go. Congratulations on making FP & looking forward to more cool stuff.
That was funny! 🙂 Kids are incredibly cute and unpredictable 🙂
This made me remember my childhood :p I have had my days like that of #5 :p I would let my favorite 3 wheel bicycle sleep with me on my bed :p hahaha:p
Anyway, thank you for sharing this JM! 🙂
I feel like I should send flowers for Brickies untimely passing….and to you for FP!!!
He’s buried where our flower beds are supposed to happen- that will save you a step.
hahahaaaah!!! 😀 u sure have fun there 😛
This is just way to cute, and I am glad I stopped to read it, put a big smile on my face on this dreary rainy morning when I am supposed to go work a big out door event today, and according to the grrrrr weather bug & the looks of the cloud coverage it is going to be raining all day, I can now at least think of this adorable story and stop and lol.
Congrats on being freshly pressed.
I used to live in AZ and still have sound guy friends there. One posted pics of his outside event this morning: wet, wet, wet. And it’s not even monsoon season, sheesh.
Oh my gosh! I love this post. What a funny story – I laughed out loud, and found myself hoping that Brickie, aka Bob the brick, wasn’t buried alive. RIP, Bob.
I loved reading this post! You had me laughing and remembering so many “toys” that my own played with growing up. Funny how it never really was the store bought version, but rather a box or rock from the yard!
I love this post! Made me smile. 🙂 RIP to Brickie. hehe…
A very funny post. Had me laughing from the beginning.
That is so awesome. Poor Brickie!
Too funny. You just never know about kids.
Haha. RIP Brickie 😦
I think this story is not funny at all! Hey! Brickie died!
And you think this is funny?! How did he die?
Was it an accident? Murder? or what?
I think this kid called #5 (BTW how can you call it like that?!?) is teaching a big lesson to the grown up’s:
We all have to die one day!
And nowadays it happens that people disappear and nobody cares! Maybe your neighbor is dead and you’ll find it out only when it starts smelling!
In my opinion this story is very deep! Many people have a heart made of stone and they think that it is funny. But it doesn’t matter who is buried – it’s never funny actually!
Thank you #5! Whatever your real name is!
Johnny #5? We need more heroes like you!
i think i love brickie/bob. i’m so sorry to hear about his death. 😉
Haha very amusing.
Too funny. Yes, sometimes I just walk into my kids room and take pics of funny or unusual things she’s drawn or written on her erase board. I don’t ask either ….it just amuses me.
That’s so funny! Just one of the many things I’ll have to look forward to.
loved it ❤
This post so perfectly captured the weirdness of children. Love it.
This was great! The trials and triumphs… and of course, the questions…. of parenthood. I see just what you mean, sometimes attempting to understand is futile, but I applaud your decision to capture the moments nonetheless.
Really nicely written. Kids’ imaginations can really be something else. I wonder what happened to Brickie.
We’ve been getting a lot of rain. I’m seeing evidence of a shallow grave.
I wish I’d been cool enough to read you before you got Freshly Pressed, but I wasn’t. So thank you Freshly Pressed, I’m a follower now!
Thanks for reading!
When will Brickie be released to stores? You guys are going to be crazy rich.
Congrats on Pressed.
He should be rising from the dead any minute now to take care of initiating the line. It was three days for Jesus, but I’m giving him a week, because he’s a brick.
what a hilarious post. kids do have a fantastic imagination. lol
Excellent post – really enjoyed it!
I’ve heard of pet rocks; my mother and uncle had some when they were kids. I think I may have even had one. But this is the first time I’ve ever seen a errrm, pet brick (?) I liked the purple curlicue, though. 🙂
Seeing the first picture, I instantly envisioned a matching pic of a broken window. “Those neighborhood kids are real smart-asses.”
It will probably happen one day. At the hands of one of my kids.
With six kids I still don’t understand! Some are smarter than I. Don’t know where that came from. They all keep us real. Congrats on being FP!
Keep your sense of wonder about your kids. This is a wonderful piece of life described wittily, and with the insight that only a mom could provide. Number 5 will no doubt become great at what ever he attempts.
This was AWESOME! Love the hair!
Glad you take pics because otherwise you will forget these things. Too funny. Esp the brick dying. Great post.
I’m new here and was wandering around, reading other blogs for inspiration. You have such a great writing voice! Friendly, honest, funny…well done. I’ve subscribed. =)
HILARIOUSLY ADORABLE! 😀
The imagination of kids never ceases to amaze me. Fantastic record of one of such amazements! K
Wow! I loved your post! Thanks a ton for the laugh 😀
Thats so funny, but well written.
I heart this post. My two-year-old sleeps with 4 alphabet flashcards: J for jelly beans, P for pretzel, B for balloons, and I for ice cream. She calls them her “presents” and cradles them like a newborn. A far cry from Brickie a.k.a. Bob, but still entertaining. Sometimes it’s good to just kick back and enjoy the ride.
Wow, THAT’S awesome! Are those the only ones she’ll sleep with?
funny story,love it
Well done. Well written. I laughed at the interruption of logic – …he was buried.
I’m thoroughly confused. I think I have to re-read now.
I wish I had that simple loveliness in my life right now. Brickie lives on in all our hearts.
Great read while enjoying a latte this Sunday morning! Thanks for sharing!
I love this. I have two small children and am looking forward to taking pictures of the funny things they do. I have taken one picture of each of them each day of their lives thus far and have captured some pretty great moments. I agree with some of the others who have commented about sitting back and enjoying these wonderful little snippets of life. We all get so caught up in our jobs or the negativity in the world, that we oftentimes overlook great little moments like these. I need to remember this last statement as I live my own life…I get so caught up in the negative. Great blog. You sound like a pretty awesome step mom…and I should know…I’ve had two so far. 😉
This was Awesome. Well done and well written
I Enjoyed this post a lot! I think that ALL children have a ‘Brickie’ whether tangible or imaginary. I mean, I’m 40 yrs old and I still have a ‘Brickie,’ not an actual Brick, but still My Invisible Friend that I can Always talk to…
I’m just a BIG KID at Heart!
Thanks for the Laugh!
Absolutely brilliant story. Your writing style is hilarious. I laughed so hard.
I thought that this story was really cute! My younger brothers and sister have loved odd things before; I’m sure that I did too when I was little. I really liked this story 🙂
🙂 loved the story
loved it. i lyk number five.
This was quite entertaining to read but the last line is what I enjoyed the most. 🙂
Better buried then on a child’s bed and slamming is or her head accidentally onto Brickie’s and ending up needing stitches, or being buried with, him/it.
I hope Brick have a happy after life. Thanks for the post.
Reminds me of Sponge Bob Square Pants, maybe one day they will meet in Heaven. And better Brickie buried then on a child’s bed and slamming is or her head accidentally onto Brickie’s and ending up needing stitches, or being buried with, him/it.
Oh, I just noticed again it was called “Bob” supposedly…
Thanks for sharing. Love how a title that could potentially express an uber-sad (and not unrealistic) sentiment about life fits absolutely perfectly for a super-sweet story.
great blog! funny!
This is really funny! My mom always told us then when we were little she always had a camera around because we would come up with the craziest things. I also had a doll that I named Two because that’s how old I was when I got her and that’s all that I would say.
Am I the only one sensing foul play by #4? >>;
Love your photos. RIP brickie.
Well Brickie had a long life, it had great company and seems to have left behind great fond memories. RIP Brickie.
This post was super cute. Children are odd little things. It’s fascinating to watch and wonder what goes on inside their heads. You obviously love them very much. I look forward to reading more of your posts. Thanks!
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LMAO! Love it… embrace it… go with the flow…
Rotflmao – what a brilliant post! You have given me such a good giggle on a really crap day. Congrats on being an obviously brilliant step-mom, your abilities are to be much admired 😀
MILESTONE MAN is sorry for the sad loss of Brickie (aka Bob the brick) – RIP. At least you know that he was buried with a smile on his face!
MILESTONE MAN would also like to commend you on your most excellent blog.
Fantastic post! Perspective is reality! 🙂 And I love how kids look at the world around them. Very refreshing. Reminds you to appreciate the simple and ridiculous things of life 😀
This is hilarious. I love it. I also love the purple had with the swirl on top.
What an absolutely delightful and adorable post! 🙂
That looks like the brick from my wall, dont worry ill send you the bill. cheers
this is incredible.
Thank you, this made my night. RIP Brickie!
Somehow, parenting is always one big surprise. I enjoyed this post thoroughly!! 🙂
hahaha! I can’t wait to see what kind of random stuff my son comes up with. My sister found a decoy duck in a swamp when we were little and brought it home, scrubbed it and slept with it for a while, she is 23 now and Im pretty sure she still has it but it lives in a box now =)
Nice! Decoy duck, that’s a new one!
A very good post and many should take a lesson from this, Brickie is a very well real, or was a very real until his time of passing. Understanding it well I’d try and not. We can learn from Brickie like so many others who have blinders on throughout life
That brick pretty much sums up both everything I love (and sometimes hate) about parenting. It’s confounding. That said, I’m pretty sure my five-year-old occasionally slips his Nintendo DS into bed with him and uses it as a pillow…
I love your style of writing and the way that you describe amusing yet thought-provoking aspects of your wonderful life! Many thanks for making me smile!
So I am new to the blogging world and yours is one of the first I have read. It is so completely funny to know that someone else’s children do things like sleep with bricks and it’s not just my world. Parenting is my biggest joy and one of the best comedies you will ever experience. Put some flowers on brickie’s grave for me, lol.
Would you believe that I just came across new tombstones he put up for other bricks yesterday? Sheesh! Thanks for stopping by!
“I don’t pretend to understand anything anymore. I just take pictures.” I laughed till my sides hurt. Thanks for sharing this.