When I was young I heard a story about my childhood friend many times. He was older than I was, but since we grew up together and our parents were the best of friends, I got to hear this cute story more than once.
It appears that Richard was into being a super hero when he was a small child. And as you know, superheroes need capes in order to be truly successful in their hero endeavors. So his mother made him a "Super Rich" cape. She even sewed a big R on the cape so there was no doubt who's cape it was. She made it a safe cape, with a tear-away portion so that he wouldn't get "super stuck" in a tree.
My son, having recently discovered this guy named Superman, was in need of a super shirt. Superheroes are big now (or maybe they always are for toddlers and small boys) so I didn't think I'd have too much trouble finding him a shirt.
Today I went to Target and yes, there were lots of shirts in the superhero vein. Then I found it, a nice T3-sized shirt with the Superman 'S' on the front. But as I put it into the cart it looked like it was stuck to a second shirt. Only it wasn't...it had a cape on the back, pre-made, with velcro connection spots on the shoulders for those situations in which your super son tries to get himself stuck in a tree.
I hope he likes it. I hope he likes it as much as Richard did with his Super Rich cape. I get to see that cape still as it's hanging on the wall in their mountain house in the kids room. Good times.
The Big Boy Update: At lunch today, for no apparent reason, my son looked at my mother and said, "who's a grown up?" Then he said, "Mimi and mommy are grownups."
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Bracelets. She likes things on her wrists. She will fairly cut off the circulation to get her hair elastics on each hand. She will put anything else she can on her wrist. Recently, she got a hold of one of those bracelets made with many rubber bands and she's been wearing it on and off, through the night and day on the left and right arms for several days now.
Someone Once Said: Writers go on writing long after it becomes financially unnecessary … because it hurts less to write than it does to not write.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
The Tree, The Crane and Superman
A child's mind doesn't have the same expectations, the learned history and experiences an adult has. In many ways, this can change their perspective on things. They're not bound by the customs we've learned through our lives and they don't see any reason why something can't be done. In short, they have an open mind.
This morning on the way to school my son was looking at the trees. He likes "big big big" things and "tall tall tall" items and basically anything that has a grossly exaggerated characteristic. I asked him which tree he liked and he told me, "that one." I asked which one he meant (as we kept driving, which did not perturb him in the slightest,) and he told me "that big big one...over there."
I asked him if he was going to climb the tree and he told me yes. But then he added a twist. He told me he was going to climb it with a crane. He further told me that I would be the driver of this crane and that I would drive it up to the tree and he would be at the top of the crane and then he would climb over and be at the top of the tree. "Wow," I told him, "that's a great idea."
Then, because he was now thinking of other great ideas, he changed his mind. Away with the bulky crane and the need for a driver. He said, "I will be Superman." The last time I asked him about Superman, he wasn't altogether sure who that was, but since then, someone has explained it to him. He told me, "I will fly up to the top of the tree myself." I told him that was an excellent idea and it also was a much more "green" solution.
When did he find out Superman could fly? And why don't we have a cool Superman shirt for him to wear, what with him needing to be Superman to conquer random trees on the way to school?
The Big Boy Update: "Will you watch my motorcycle?" Yesterday after lunch my son went into the garage and was driving around on his plastic motorcycle. I came out to tell him he had to go to the potty and would he like to go himself, or did he need me to help him. He told me he would go by himself and then looked longingly at his motorcycle and asked, "will you watch my motorcycle?"
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Playing with the big kids. Yesterday after dinner everyone went down to see the new playground our neighbors had just gotten. Not only was it fun, but my daughter was able to play well with all the older children who are faster and more experienced. Bigger kids don't seem to bother her, she just keeps going.
Fitness Update: Yesterday I did a half-hour on the elliptical at the gym to do some cardio as well as some specific work to help with shin splints. Today, I went back to do a little more and I added in the weight machines as I had a bit of extra time. I like both, although it's not as fun as the gym with our trainer. Actually, any exercise is more fun with a buddy in my opinion.
Someone Once Said: Vice requires training and long practice—otherwise for pragmatic reasons virtue should rule even when moral instruction has ceased to bind.
This morning on the way to school my son was looking at the trees. He likes "big big big" things and "tall tall tall" items and basically anything that has a grossly exaggerated characteristic. I asked him which tree he liked and he told me, "that one." I asked which one he meant (as we kept driving, which did not perturb him in the slightest,) and he told me "that big big one...over there."
I asked him if he was going to climb the tree and he told me yes. But then he added a twist. He told me he was going to climb it with a crane. He further told me that I would be the driver of this crane and that I would drive it up to the tree and he would be at the top of the crane and then he would climb over and be at the top of the tree. "Wow," I told him, "that's a great idea."
Then, because he was now thinking of other great ideas, he changed his mind. Away with the bulky crane and the need for a driver. He said, "I will be Superman." The last time I asked him about Superman, he wasn't altogether sure who that was, but since then, someone has explained it to him. He told me, "I will fly up to the top of the tree myself." I told him that was an excellent idea and it also was a much more "green" solution.
When did he find out Superman could fly? And why don't we have a cool Superman shirt for him to wear, what with him needing to be Superman to conquer random trees on the way to school?
The Big Boy Update: "Will you watch my motorcycle?" Yesterday after lunch my son went into the garage and was driving around on his plastic motorcycle. I came out to tell him he had to go to the potty and would he like to go himself, or did he need me to help him. He told me he would go by himself and then looked longingly at his motorcycle and asked, "will you watch my motorcycle?"
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Playing with the big kids. Yesterday after dinner everyone went down to see the new playground our neighbors had just gotten. Not only was it fun, but my daughter was able to play well with all the older children who are faster and more experienced. Bigger kids don't seem to bother her, she just keeps going.
Fitness Update: Yesterday I did a half-hour on the elliptical at the gym to do some cardio as well as some specific work to help with shin splints. Today, I went back to do a little more and I added in the weight machines as I had a bit of extra time. I like both, although it's not as fun as the gym with our trainer. Actually, any exercise is more fun with a buddy in my opinion.
Someone Once Said: Vice requires training and long practice—otherwise for pragmatic reasons virtue should rule even when moral instruction has ceased to bind.
Monday, July 29, 2013
That Insecure Thing Called Self-Image
Paolo Nutini's song New Shoes reminds me of how I feel some days. In the song, he first puts on some old shoes one morning and he just doesn't feel right. Those old shoes affect the way he feels with far more depth than just their level of comfort on his feet. He changes into some new shoes and suddenly everything feels all right, better than better even.
Our self-images are fickle things. That new shirt or new tie or a new hair style can make you feel so much better about yourself, your day and even your attitude. But one little negative thing can make you reel like your dragging your feet or failing at something or that you look shabby.
It's Monday morning and therefore it's weigh-in. Let's say I weigh two pounds more than I would like to this morning. Those two pounds, even if they're water weight or a standard fluctuation that has nothing to do with weight gain, can change my attitude about my whole day if I'm not careful.
It's not just weight, because for the most part I have that under control. It cold be the scraped knee that looks terrible and is going to remain looking terrible for several weeks that causes the downturn in what would ideally be an easy-going self-image. Or hair. Don't get me started on hair. A good hair day or a bad hair day can do the same thing.
Why are our self-images so insecure?
The Big Boy Update: Poomer Power still persists. We don't know what, "Poomer Power" is. My son keeps saying it and we've tried to figure out what he's talking about. He only does it when he's playing and imagining things happening that look like cars and trucks interacting. I'll let you know if we discover what he's saying.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Five pair of underpants. She has figured out how to successfully put on underpants and yesterday while she was "helping" us fold the laundry she managed to put on five pair...at once. If she would have held still for any period of time, I would have gotten a picture.
Fitness Update: I made it to the gym after vacation and a week of buns and donuts. It's good to be home.
Someone Once Said: You’re a real whirling son of a bitch! Do you know it?
Our self-images are fickle things. That new shirt or new tie or a new hair style can make you feel so much better about yourself, your day and even your attitude. But one little negative thing can make you reel like your dragging your feet or failing at something or that you look shabby.
It's Monday morning and therefore it's weigh-in. Let's say I weigh two pounds more than I would like to this morning. Those two pounds, even if they're water weight or a standard fluctuation that has nothing to do with weight gain, can change my attitude about my whole day if I'm not careful.
It's not just weight, because for the most part I have that under control. It cold be the scraped knee that looks terrible and is going to remain looking terrible for several weeks that causes the downturn in what would ideally be an easy-going self-image. Or hair. Don't get me started on hair. A good hair day or a bad hair day can do the same thing.
Why are our self-images so insecure?
The Big Boy Update: Poomer Power still persists. We don't know what, "Poomer Power" is. My son keeps saying it and we've tried to figure out what he's talking about. He only does it when he's playing and imagining things happening that look like cars and trucks interacting. I'll let you know if we discover what he's saying.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Five pair of underpants. She has figured out how to successfully put on underpants and yesterday while she was "helping" us fold the laundry she managed to put on five pair...at once. If she would have held still for any period of time, I would have gotten a picture.
Fitness Update: I made it to the gym after vacation and a week of buns and donuts. It's good to be home.
Someone Once Said: You’re a real whirling son of a bitch! Do you know it?
Sunday, July 28, 2013
The Dirty Oven and the Klaxon
You know how sometimes you see something and it's been that way for a long time but suddenly, right then, you have to do something about it? That happened to me this morning. My daughter was standing on a stool, pressing buttons on the oven. The way this oven works, unless you press the On/Off button first, every other button you push just makes a "beep beep" sound. My daughter was loving that beep beep and she was occupied for a good while.
As I stood beside her, I noticed the spills that had crusted over in the oven through the door and I decided it was time to run the self-clean cycle. Or, rather, I considered it. The clean cycle on my old stove was four hours and although I'm sure it's suppose to be a safe thing to run at any time, I don't want to leave the house while it's in progress. When I pressed the self-clean button though, I was surprised to find out it was only an hour-and-a-half total clean time. So I pressed Start and took my daughter off to a different spot to play.
I told my husband about it when he got out of the shower and he agreed, had he known about the shorter duration, he would have cleaned it before now too. All went well for the first half of the cleaning, and then things started to smell like badly burnt food. And then, the all-house, fully-coordinated, painful synchronous, smoke detectors began to go off.
You may remember from a post long ago that when we changed the batteries in our smoke detectors, we discovered we had fifteen of these loud safety devices. Some of them are redundant because the security system has additional units. There are some a mere three feet from others because a four foot "hall" must have one even though there is one just across the threshold of the adjoining bedroom.
When fifteen of these little bleeders go off at a frequency that makes you uncomfortable and wanting to sprint away from the sound as quickly as possible, it's no fun for the entire family. We got the doors open and the terrified dog outside and the children were asking questions while daddy did the tried and true "door waving" procedure at the door closest to the kitchen. And the sirens stopped.
But don't celebrate yet, because the cleaning cycle was underway and nothing short of a full power outage was going to stop the scorching and burning process. So on and off the sirens went and the dog shivered and the children decided they wanted to go down the street and play. My husband said he really didn't want to stand there waving the door for another forty minutes.
I got my favorite, very old fan from the attic and we sucked air out through the garage at top fan speed with windows opened all around. We were successful in both keeping the sirens off as well as sucking all air-conditioned air from the house into the hot muggy outdoors. At this point, the klaxons ceased for good.
The clean cycle finished and yes, the oven is sparkly clean now. Next time, we won't wait so long to clean the oven. Also, remind me to do it in spring or fall when we don't have to lose so much heated or cooled air. Lesson learned.
The Big Boy Update: "It's your fault." My son was talking to Grandpa yesterday. He wasn't happy about how everything wasn't readily available to be shaped to his every whim. When he was frustrated enough, he told Grandpa, "It's your fault!"
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Spicy! She doesn't have a problem with spicy things. We got some delicious hot sausage at Costco yesterday and I heated some up this morning in the crock pot for later. When I sampled a piece, my daughter asked for a bit. I gave her some, expecting her either to spit it out or ask for water afterwards. She did neither; she asked for more. And she kept asking for more.
Someone Once Said: The truth of a proposition has nothing to do with its credibility. And vice versa.
As I stood beside her, I noticed the spills that had crusted over in the oven through the door and I decided it was time to run the self-clean cycle. Or, rather, I considered it. The clean cycle on my old stove was four hours and although I'm sure it's suppose to be a safe thing to run at any time, I don't want to leave the house while it's in progress. When I pressed the self-clean button though, I was surprised to find out it was only an hour-and-a-half total clean time. So I pressed Start and took my daughter off to a different spot to play.
I told my husband about it when he got out of the shower and he agreed, had he known about the shorter duration, he would have cleaned it before now too. All went well for the first half of the cleaning, and then things started to smell like badly burnt food. And then, the all-house, fully-coordinated, painful synchronous, smoke detectors began to go off.
You may remember from a post long ago that when we changed the batteries in our smoke detectors, we discovered we had fifteen of these loud safety devices. Some of them are redundant because the security system has additional units. There are some a mere three feet from others because a four foot "hall" must have one even though there is one just across the threshold of the adjoining bedroom.
When fifteen of these little bleeders go off at a frequency that makes you uncomfortable and wanting to sprint away from the sound as quickly as possible, it's no fun for the entire family. We got the doors open and the terrified dog outside and the children were asking questions while daddy did the tried and true "door waving" procedure at the door closest to the kitchen. And the sirens stopped.
But don't celebrate yet, because the cleaning cycle was underway and nothing short of a full power outage was going to stop the scorching and burning process. So on and off the sirens went and the dog shivered and the children decided they wanted to go down the street and play. My husband said he really didn't want to stand there waving the door for another forty minutes.
I got my favorite, very old fan from the attic and we sucked air out through the garage at top fan speed with windows opened all around. We were successful in both keeping the sirens off as well as sucking all air-conditioned air from the house into the hot muggy outdoors. At this point, the klaxons ceased for good.
The clean cycle finished and yes, the oven is sparkly clean now. Next time, we won't wait so long to clean the oven. Also, remind me to do it in spring or fall when we don't have to lose so much heated or cooled air. Lesson learned.
The Big Boy Update: "It's your fault." My son was talking to Grandpa yesterday. He wasn't happy about how everything wasn't readily available to be shaped to his every whim. When he was frustrated enough, he told Grandpa, "It's your fault!"
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Spicy! She doesn't have a problem with spicy things. We got some delicious hot sausage at Costco yesterday and I heated some up this morning in the crock pot for later. When I sampled a piece, my daughter asked for a bit. I gave her some, expecting her either to spit it out or ask for water afterwards. She did neither; she asked for more. And she kept asking for more.
Someone Once Said: The truth of a proposition has nothing to do with its credibility. And vice versa.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
That Long Ride Home
Vacation is over and you have a long ride coming up to get back home. Then there's the unpacking and resetting the house and getting back into the swing of being home. Oh, and you have a party the night after you get home. Don't forget about that.
The party I'm most definitely not complaining about. It may well be the easiest party we've ever hosted. We're providing the location for a New Parents social for families at our children's school. What do we have to do? As far as I can tell, welcome people, talk, eat and drink. The school has a caterer arrive with food and the staff is bringing the drinks and wine glasses with them early to help us set up. They'll also stay and help clean up afterwards. I don't think having a party gets much easier than that.
But back to the ride home that happened yesterday. We have young children and they don't like to be constrained for hours on end in a car seat. But there are some good things we have going now. First, they face forwards and they can watch the television. And we do use the television; but only on long trips or emergencies. And we only use it when they're getting antsy. For instance, yesterday we were in the car for several hours before we turned it on.
Second, we time the trip so that the hopefully have both a nap when we depart (because we've tired them out as best we can) and then they sleep the latter part of the trip after their bedtime arrives.
But even so, it can be trying. We were lucky yesterday in that they were happy most of the way and fell asleep after the movie (Mary Poppins) ended. The traffic was good and we got home much sooner than expected.
Sometimes long trips can be rough. Yesterday was one of the good trips.
The Big Boy Update: At lunch yesterday, my son was playing with his utensils and making all sorts of noises as he drove them across the table and up the wall. When we asked him what the fork was, we were expecting him to say it was a truck or an excavator or a race car. What did he say his fork was? A "fork lift" of course.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Pig tails. I've mentioned before that she tears out anything you put into her hair shortly after it goes in. I think we're making progress though. She will forget for long periods of time that there are things holding her hair out of her face. Eventually though, she remembers and takes one side or the other side out.
Someone Once Said: Dear, don't bore him with trivia or burden him with your past mistakes. The happiest way to deal with a man is never to tell him anything he does not need to know.
The party I'm most definitely not complaining about. It may well be the easiest party we've ever hosted. We're providing the location for a New Parents social for families at our children's school. What do we have to do? As far as I can tell, welcome people, talk, eat and drink. The school has a caterer arrive with food and the staff is bringing the drinks and wine glasses with them early to help us set up. They'll also stay and help clean up afterwards. I don't think having a party gets much easier than that.
But back to the ride home that happened yesterday. We have young children and they don't like to be constrained for hours on end in a car seat. But there are some good things we have going now. First, they face forwards and they can watch the television. And we do use the television; but only on long trips or emergencies. And we only use it when they're getting antsy. For instance, yesterday we were in the car for several hours before we turned it on.
Second, we time the trip so that the hopefully have both a nap when we depart (because we've tired them out as best we can) and then they sleep the latter part of the trip after their bedtime arrives.
But even so, it can be trying. We were lucky yesterday in that they were happy most of the way and fell asleep after the movie (Mary Poppins) ended. The traffic was good and we got home much sooner than expected.
Sometimes long trips can be rough. Yesterday was one of the good trips.
The Big Boy Update: At lunch yesterday, my son was playing with his utensils and making all sorts of noises as he drove them across the table and up the wall. When we asked him what the fork was, we were expecting him to say it was a truck or an excavator or a race car. What did he say his fork was? A "fork lift" of course.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Pig tails. I've mentioned before that she tears out anything you put into her hair shortly after it goes in. I think we're making progress though. She will forget for long periods of time that there are things holding her hair out of her face. Eventually though, she remembers and takes one side or the other side out.
Someone Once Said: Dear, don't bore him with trivia or burden him with your past mistakes. The happiest way to deal with a man is never to tell him anything he does not need to know.
Friday, July 26, 2013
What Do You Mean, "Dirty"?
Children have no comprehension of what is and what isn't dirty. They don't mind if their clothes are wet, food-covered or mud-ridden. They are fine in damp, cold clothes and they don't seem to mind if there is food all over their face, hands and hair. In a way, it must be very freeing to not have to worry about cleanliness all the time.
I remember when I was a child my mother telling me I could do any gymnastics I wanted in the grocery store, as long as I didn't put my hands down. "Why can't I put my hands down," I asked? "Because the floor of the grocery store isn't clean," my mother said. And she had me there; it's hard to do many gymnastics moves without putting your hands down.
My children are similar. They don't care if something is messy or muddy. They're happy to be involved in making or participating in the mess. Just now, they were outside in the back yard at my brother- and sister-in-law's house. I thought that after a week I could trust them to not get into too much trouble in a few minutes so I went inside to grab something. When I came back out, I discovered I was very wrong.
They had found an opening in the fencing that went around the base of the house. They had crawled in, found two old, partially inflated rafts that had large puddles of muck on them. They were jumping up and down, giggling together and being altogether too happy that they were making a mess.
I lured them out with food and then got them naked and showered in the outdoor shower (aren't those great at beach houses?) They're in new clothes now and they're no-less happy than they were before while I can still feel a ghosting residual "filth" on my hands just from cleaning them up.
Sometimes, it's good to be a baby.
The Big Boy Update: "That guitar is the storm." Uncle Eric has lots of guitars. My son was strumming the three hanging on the wall in his office this morning. The one on the left and the one on the right were electric and when not amped, they're quiet when you strum them. The one in the middle though, was acoustic and was quite loud when he played the strings. He looked at me and said, "that guitar is the storm."
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Peepotty. She tells you now when she has to go to the potty. It's a mere second or two before she actually goes in her pants, but she tells you. She also says "poop poop poop" but that usually means pee. I've been lazy this week on vacation and have had her in a diaper most of the time. Back to training in full next week.
I remember when I was a child my mother telling me I could do any gymnastics I wanted in the grocery store, as long as I didn't put my hands down. "Why can't I put my hands down," I asked? "Because the floor of the grocery store isn't clean," my mother said. And she had me there; it's hard to do many gymnastics moves without putting your hands down.
My children are similar. They don't care if something is messy or muddy. They're happy to be involved in making or participating in the mess. Just now, they were outside in the back yard at my brother- and sister-in-law's house. I thought that after a week I could trust them to not get into too much trouble in a few minutes so I went inside to grab something. When I came back out, I discovered I was very wrong.
They had found an opening in the fencing that went around the base of the house. They had crawled in, found two old, partially inflated rafts that had large puddles of muck on them. They were jumping up and down, giggling together and being altogether too happy that they were making a mess.
I lured them out with food and then got them naked and showered in the outdoor shower (aren't those great at beach houses?) They're in new clothes now and they're no-less happy than they were before while I can still feel a ghosting residual "filth" on my hands just from cleaning them up.
Sometimes, it's good to be a baby.
The Big Boy Update: "That guitar is the storm." Uncle Eric has lots of guitars. My son was strumming the three hanging on the wall in his office this morning. The one on the left and the one on the right were electric and when not amped, they're quiet when you strum them. The one in the middle though, was acoustic and was quite loud when he played the strings. He looked at me and said, "that guitar is the storm."
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Peepotty. She tells you now when she has to go to the potty. It's a mere second or two before she actually goes in her pants, but she tells you. She also says "poop poop poop" but that usually means pee. I've been lazy this week on vacation and have had her in a diaper most of the time. Back to training in full next week.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Teen Beach Movie
You may know that we host movie night at our home most Friday nights. You might also know that I rarely watch a movie with our friends. I sometimes catch a bit of the movie playing in the "kids room" as I prepare my children for bed, but that's it.
It's not that I don't like movies, I do. Sometimes there's a movie I really want to see, but I just don't want to take the time to watch it. I would like to "have seen" movies, but I'm not willing to invest the time to actually watch the movie.
It's mostly because at the end of the day, the one thing I want to do is get into bed and fall asleep doing something on my iPad (which could be watching a movie, but again, almost never is.) That, and by the time it's time to watch a movie after the children are asleep, it's too late to start watching and still get enough sleep to get up early and meet my neighbor for our exercise of the morning.
So, when I tell you that this week on vacation I've watched a movie not only once, but twice, I bet you won't believe me. When I tell you it was a Disney movie targeted at early teens, you might be wondering if I've lost it. But when you hear that I'm in a household with teenagers who like to watch Disney movies and shows and that I was in the same room while they watched this movie, you might begin to understand.
And yet here's the thing: I liked this movie. It was cute in the way teen movies are, but it was also very well done, just like Disney is known for. Did I like the movie? I did. The actors even at their young age are very good at acting, singing and dancing.
Would I watch the movie a third time? If I stayed up here on vacation any longer, I wouldn't be surprised if it got a third showing. As it is, I'm leaving tomorrow to head home.
The Big Boy Update: We went out on the boat this afternoon. My son decided first that he was the captain. Upon being told that his Uncle Eric was the captain, he decided he would "blow all this wind away" so that we could have a more comfortable boat ride.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Repeater. She will repeat words you say fairly regularly now. We got her a little baby that says a few different things when you squeeze it's tummy. She will squeeze it and then repeat what it says and her little voice sounds like a fair comparison it's so tiny and high.
It's not that I don't like movies, I do. Sometimes there's a movie I really want to see, but I just don't want to take the time to watch it. I would like to "have seen" movies, but I'm not willing to invest the time to actually watch the movie.
It's mostly because at the end of the day, the one thing I want to do is get into bed and fall asleep doing something on my iPad (which could be watching a movie, but again, almost never is.) That, and by the time it's time to watch a movie after the children are asleep, it's too late to start watching and still get enough sleep to get up early and meet my neighbor for our exercise of the morning.
So, when I tell you that this week on vacation I've watched a movie not only once, but twice, I bet you won't believe me. When I tell you it was a Disney movie targeted at early teens, you might be wondering if I've lost it. But when you hear that I'm in a household with teenagers who like to watch Disney movies and shows and that I was in the same room while they watched this movie, you might begin to understand.
And yet here's the thing: I liked this movie. It was cute in the way teen movies are, but it was also very well done, just like Disney is known for. Did I like the movie? I did. The actors even at their young age are very good at acting, singing and dancing.
Would I watch the movie a third time? If I stayed up here on vacation any longer, I wouldn't be surprised if it got a third showing. As it is, I'm leaving tomorrow to head home.
The Big Boy Update: We went out on the boat this afternoon. My son decided first that he was the captain. Upon being told that his Uncle Eric was the captain, he decided he would "blow all this wind away" so that we could have a more comfortable boat ride.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Repeater. She will repeat words you say fairly regularly now. We got her a little baby that says a few different things when you squeeze it's tummy. She will squeeze it and then repeat what it says and her little voice sounds like a fair comparison it's so tiny and high.
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