I have two sons, A and Z. A used to refer to his teddy bears as Tebby Dares and I still think it's the cutest thing. I hope you enjoy reading about my boys and the things they do and say.
Last night was a big night for A. A, Mommy, Grandma and Grandpa went to see the musical, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day". Beforehand, we had a fairly quick dinner at local restaurant, where A dined on herb bread with herb butter, salad with a lot of ranch dressing, and some pizza, plus a little vanilla gelatto. The adults enjoyed a nice glass of wine and slightly more adult fare. Then we made our way to the theater.
It was packed! This is a special theater that caters to kids and thus had a great seating area on the floor, plus normal theater seating for adults. A and Mommy sat on the floor to watch the show. There was singing. There was dancing. There were lots of kid-friendly jokes. Lots of laughing. It was just the right event for Mr. A. And he loved it! The play was only an hour, and by the time we got home, A was ready for bed.
A few short stories to keep you in the loop on the little people. Halloween pictures will hopefully be posted soon, but for now here's a few things that are going on at our house:
Scissors. Such a simple word. So many complications in using them. First, there's the simple mastery of moving the fingers and thumb the correct way. Often there's a question of which hand to use, or should I use both hands, and then once I decide about that, which way should I hold them. Then we move on to the cutting. What to cut? Of course, Mom prefers we cut paper. Specifically only paper that she gives us to cut. But wouldn't it be fun to cut something else? Hmmm. What else could we cut? Ah, I know. Hair! Yes, little brother hair is perfect for cutting. What? I wasn't supposed to do that? Oops. Sorry (said with big grin). [Note from Mom: literally 2 minutes of 2 boys alone with 2 pairs of scissors, and now Z needs to grow out his new "haircut" before I actually take him somewhere to professionally have it cut. Geez.]
The Fine Art of Blasting. Two boys sitting at the kitchen table. A says "No, that's not the way you do it. You have to do it like this," as he proceeds to say a combination of "pfffffffffffft" (while saliva sails from the mouth and all over the table) and "pow pow pow" with a bit of "p-chhhh" thrown in for good measure. Z tries to duplicate. "Good job. That's better. But still not right. Do it like this." and the lesson continues. Spit continues to fly. Boys are happy.
Z pronunciations The kid is talking up a storm, and more and more of it is easily recognized as being somewhere in the English language. And he's even pulling out full sentences. His most commonly heard word by far is "alright". The second most common is "no" (he's 2, remember?). Milk = Milp Sticky/Stinky = sssssssssssssstiky Dog = dog dog Cracker = crackie Pancake = cookie Bagel = waffle (we had both one morning, and he's convinced I have the names wrong)
The boys are doing great. School is great. Science and swimming classes are fun. We're doing lots of coloring, and getting ready to hunker down for a cold winter. Life is good for us, and we hope it's good for you.
A and Mom
A and grandparents
The crew post-performance
