Cami did not want to come on our after-church walk today. She was allowed three minutes of complaining before we left (we set a timer) & then dragged her feet as we explored some "secret passages" and alleyways near our house.
Yet as we were nearing home, she told Jason, "This has been a nice walk. But I still don't want to be on it."
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A Bug by any other Name
Jason and our friend Tyler used to observe that you could turn any word into an insult by adding "head" to it.
Rose was fussing on my lap and Cami came up to give her a kiss. "Don't cry sweethead."
I immediately told Jason about how she'd found a loophole to the "head" rule. He proceeded to create ways in which the rule still applied. "If someone is overly cute, 'She's such a sweethead'," etc.
Cami walked into the kitchen & told him, "I didn't turn sweethead into an insect!"
Rose was fussing on my lap and Cami came up to give her a kiss. "Don't cry sweethead."
I immediately told Jason about how she'd found a loophole to the "head" rule. He proceeded to create ways in which the rule still applied. "If someone is overly cute, 'She's such a sweethead'," etc.
Cami walked into the kitchen & told him, "I didn't turn sweethead into an insect!"
Semantic Savant
Do you know the knock knock joke, "Who's there?"
"Boo."
"Boo, who?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry." or "Don't cry. It was only a joke."
I came downstairs to find Jason on the sofa with all three kids piled around him in low-grade chaos. "Starr, listen to this: Graham, knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Boo."
"Boo what?"
"Boo."
"Boo, who?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry." or "Don't cry. It was only a joke."
I came downstairs to find Jason on the sofa with all three kids piled around him in low-grade chaos. "Starr, listen to this: Graham, knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Boo."
"Boo what?"
Friday, March 13, 2009
Air, I Need Air
We were doing our usual eat-&-run-out-the-door Friday night routine. Unfortunately, the "we" involved is not me & Jason, but rather me & Cami. I reminded Cami to brush her teeth, because the other girls at dance class wouldn't want to smell her "stinky breath."
Cami announced, "No, I just won't breathe."
While Jason was spelling out b-l-o-g, we heard Cami gasp for air.
She brushed her teeth.
Cami announced, "No, I just won't breathe."
While Jason was spelling out b-l-o-g, we heard Cami gasp for air.
She brushed her teeth.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Real Imagination
Thinking Graham was following Cami's lead in having chicken pox for the second time, I've kept him home from nursery (preschool) the past two days. Honestly, I've been enjoying having my little man around so much I wish I didn't have to send him back tomorrow.
He's getting so he really lives inside his imagination. And he often welcomes me into that world. He loves to cook -- when I asked, he said he's "the chef" -- and today there was a fire in his room where we could roast marshmallows. He handed me a "stick" and put on a marshmallow. He explained that there were only two sticks & two marshmallows & then turned to Rose. "Rose, you can't have one, 'cause you are tw-oo little."
He's getting so he really lives inside his imagination. And he often welcomes me into that world. He loves to cook -- when I asked, he said he's "the chef" -- and today there was a fire in his room where we could roast marshmallows. He handed me a "stick" and put on a marshmallow. He explained that there were only two sticks & two marshmallows & then turned to Rose. "Rose, you can't have one, 'cause you are tw-oo little."
Friday, March 6, 2009
Bragging on my Boy
It's 12:25 a.m. We'd been out at a birthday party (thanks, Julie & Martin -- it was fun!) & I came in from parking the car when Jason asked me to read an email. I asked if he'd gotten a publication & he simply said, "Yes."
But it isn't just a publication: Jason is the winner of the Young Metaphysician Prize. This is a big deal -- this is a career-making achievement. This will definitely kick up his odds of getting a promotion in the very near future. The Lord loves us.
When I told him that I'm proud of him, he mentioned that the idea for the paper he submitted came when he attended a conference. I often refer to his conference attendance as "playing with his friends." It's hard -- he gets to do the thing he loves and travel to do it while I stay home with the kids. But he works hard, even when he's playing, and I'm very happy for him. . .and it's wonderful to see the happiness bubbling out of him. He is content with the world.
But it isn't just a publication: Jason is the winner of the Young Metaphysician Prize. This is a big deal -- this is a career-making achievement. This will definitely kick up his odds of getting a promotion in the very near future. The Lord loves us.
When I told him that I'm proud of him, he mentioned that the idea for the paper he submitted came when he attended a conference. I often refer to his conference attendance as "playing with his friends." It's hard -- he gets to do the thing he loves and travel to do it while I stay home with the kids. But he works hard, even when he's playing, and I'm very happy for him. . .and it's wonderful to see the happiness bubbling out of him. He is content with the world.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
His Letter Arrived
Graham just received his school admission letter. He'll be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. We are to take him King's Cross Station, London, on 1 September.
Wouldn't that be fun? Jason thinks he's a Gryffindor. I think that's mostly true, but some Slytherin tendencies manifest themselves sometimes. For example: he has a pet "snake." It's the tie-back on the drapes in my bedroom, but I find the snake all over the house -- even in the car. So, maybe, Graham is actually the person Harry Potter would be if he'd grown up with his parents.
Fantasy aside, Graham did get his letter. It was pushed through the mail slot, just like any other bit of post, rather than delivered by owl. But it's a relief to know where he'll be attending school six months in advance of the first day of class. And even though he's handsome in his green & grey nursery uniform, I think he'll be happier in blue & red.
Wouldn't that be fun? Jason thinks he's a Gryffindor. I think that's mostly true, but some Slytherin tendencies manifest themselves sometimes. For example: he has a pet "snake." It's the tie-back on the drapes in my bedroom, but I find the snake all over the house -- even in the car. So, maybe, Graham is actually the person Harry Potter would be if he'd grown up with his parents.
Fantasy aside, Graham did get his letter. It was pushed through the mail slot, just like any other bit of post, rather than delivered by owl. But it's a relief to know where he'll be attending school six months in advance of the first day of class. And even though he's handsome in his green & grey nursery uniform, I think he'll be happier in blue & red.
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