The other day Xander was dancing around in his scivies. I asked who he was being (with Xander, this is ALWAYS a good question). The exchange went something like this:
Me: Xander, who are you now?
X : I am a girl.
Me: Why are you a girl?
X : Because I am in my underwear. Girls wear nothing but underwear.
Yikes! But it is a logical leap -- the other day he saw a model wearing a string bikini. He whispered (a two year old's whisper) 'MOMMY! THAT LADY HAS NOTHING ON BUT UNDERWEAR!'
A woman walking past muttered 'And not even that!'
I explained that it was a bathing suit -- somehow I don't think he believed me....
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Bookstore adventures
Took Xander and Jason to Half Price Books for their Memorial Day, 20% off, sale and spent way too much money. When we were paying, an older asian man, chinese, I believe, came up and tapped Xander on the chin.
'Do you see this?' he asked, 'I once knew a very famous man, a man who was the leader of his country. He had something like this on his chin. This one will be an important man when he grows up!'
Then he asked 'What is his name?'
'Alexander' I answered.
The gentleman's eyes widened. 'ALEXANDER! Ah, the great leader! This one will be King of America some day!'
Then, confidentially to me, 'He is very good talker. He is very verbal!'
Yes, it goes on.
'Do you see this?' he asked, 'I once knew a very famous man, a man who was the leader of his country. He had something like this on his chin. This one will be an important man when he grows up!'
Then he asked 'What is his name?'
'Alexander' I answered.
The gentleman's eyes widened. 'ALEXANDER! Ah, the great leader! This one will be King of America some day!'
Then, confidentially to me, 'He is very good talker. He is very verbal!'
Yes, it goes on.
Shivere me timbers, the things children say!
In the car yesterday, Xander announced 'Daddy, I need a band aid. I have an injury.'
I looked at Tom, 'An injury?!'
He looked at me owlishly, 'Yes?'
Me: 'How many 2.5 year olds say 'injury'? Most of them say 'owie''
Tom: 'Or booboo'
Me: 'My point.'
Tom: 'Yes, but this is Xander.'
Mr Big Ears in the back seat 'I HAVE AN INNNN JURRR EEEE!!'
Sigh.
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Jason at the library yestereve: marched up to the reference librarian and asked for her help finding Mindstorms books.
Librarian:'Oh, yes. I remember you. Didn't we do this once before?'
Jason: 'Yes, and there wasn't anything in last time but I figured, since I was here, I would
check to see if anything came in or if anything new has come out. You never know...'
Librarian: 'True, you never know. Okay, lets look.'
She printed up four pages of all the titles available through our library system and gave them to him. Then she looked at me:
'I'm not sure if these books are all appropriate for him but... he is like a forty year old! He
knows what he wants and you can have a conversation with him!!!'
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Jason at dinner yesterday, asked for dessert.
I responded "not at the restaurant but if you like, after dinner, we can go over to the grocery store and buy some of those little ice cream cups.'
Then, noticing the time, I said:
'You know, we will only have time for one thing after dinner. Would you rather go to the library or get ice cream?
Jason, thinking deeply: 'I think I would rather go to the library.'
Me, beaming at Tom: 'Thats my child!'
Jason, looking between the two of us: 'I think I would get more benefit from the library than from ice cream.'
Me, blinking at Tom: 'Thats your child!'
Tom, grinning: 'No, thats OUR child!'
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I looked at Tom, 'An injury?!'
He looked at me owlishly, 'Yes?'
Me: 'How many 2.5 year olds say 'injury'? Most of them say 'owie''
Tom: 'Or booboo'
Me: 'My point.'
Tom: 'Yes, but this is Xander.'
Mr Big Ears in the back seat 'I HAVE AN INNNN JURRR EEEE!!'
Sigh.
______________________________
Jason at the library yestereve: marched up to the reference librarian and asked for her help finding Mindstorms books.
Librarian:'Oh, yes. I remember you. Didn't we do this once before?'
Jason: 'Yes, and there wasn't anything in last time but I figured, since I was here, I would
check to see if anything came in or if anything new has come out. You never know...'
Librarian: 'True, you never know. Okay, lets look.'
She printed up four pages of all the titles available through our library system and gave them to him. Then she looked at me:
'I'm not sure if these books are all appropriate for him but... he is like a forty year old! He
knows what he wants and you can have a conversation with him!!!'
_____________________________
Jason at dinner yesterday, asked for dessert.
I responded "not at the restaurant but if you like, after dinner, we can go over to the grocery store and buy some of those little ice cream cups.'
Then, noticing the time, I said:
'You know, we will only have time for one thing after dinner. Would you rather go to the library or get ice cream?
Jason, thinking deeply: 'I think I would rather go to the library.'
Me, beaming at Tom: 'Thats my child!'
Jason, looking between the two of us: 'I think I would get more benefit from the library than from ice cream.'
Me, blinking at Tom: 'Thats your child!'
Tom, grinning: 'No, thats OUR child!'
______________________________
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
oh dear!
Oh dear! Xander has discovered a new trick!
Yesterday at swimming, both boys were doing well. It came time for Xander to do the Elementary back crawl. He was trying but became frustrated about half way across and resorted to his old 'corkscrew' motion. His teacher, Ms Bronwyn, said 'Now Xander, no spinning. I want you to do Zipper Airplane Rocket -- I know you can!' He spun around, smiled at her, then swam up and, wrapping his arms around her neck, gave her a great big hug. She turned pink then melted completely. 'Okay' she said, 'You just swim to the wall.' Sigh....
Yesterday at swimming, both boys were doing well. It came time for Xander to do the Elementary back crawl. He was trying but became frustrated about half way across and resorted to his old 'corkscrew' motion. His teacher, Ms Bronwyn, said 'Now Xander, no spinning. I want you to do Zipper Airplane Rocket -- I know you can!' He spun around, smiled at her, then swam up and, wrapping his arms around her neck, gave her a great big hug. She turned pink then melted completely. 'Okay' she said, 'You just swim to the wall.' Sigh....
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Back from Trips
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Well, we are all back. Tom had to go to Singapore for a week so, with the assistance of my mother, the boys and I went to Tucson. The boys had a blast -- they especially enjoyed being able to swim everyday in Mom's pool. Indeed, Jason was soooo delighted that he began trying to figure out how to get one in his own backyard! To say that he was not pleased when his mother vetoed the idea is to understate the case. I can understand his frustration. He is becoming a true water baby. While we were there, Jason was diving down to touch the bottom of the pool... he has progressed so far it is truly astonishing. He now delights in water where once he was terrified of it.
Xander, of course, is a born water baby. He would go into the pool head first -- though after watching the tentative way his mother and grandmother approached it, he began to say 'Getting into the water is a slow process' Then he would get out of the water and start all over again!
Jason was also delighted because, on our very first day in Tucson, Dad took us up to Mount Lemmon. There he collected a number of birds to add to his birding list. That has become one of his greatest delights.
And Xander thoroughly enjoyed making 'Sand Angels' in Himmel Park. Grin. He managed to get sand everywhere, of course, including in his underwear, but that did not phase him in the slightest.
But in the end, though the boys were sad to leave their grandparents behind, they were glad to get home -- and the cats were VERY glad to see them. Indeed, that first night, while I was trying to get the boys to bed, the cats flung themselves bodily against the door, yowling for all they were worth. Then, the next morning, when I got up (before the boys), Papillion came and looked me over. Deciding that I was NOT the one, she marched back to the boys' door and began to HOWL mournfully at the top of her not inconsiderable lungs. Had to chase her away. She was quite displeased.
The one downside to our return was the fact that Daddy was not home. Both boys were of the opinion that mom would've done better to arrange for us to all arrive on the same day... But they were glad to go collect their father the following morning and Xander clung to Daddy for pretty much the rest of the day.
Well, we are all back. Tom had to go to Singapore for a week so, with the assistance of my mother, the boys and I went to Tucson. The boys had a blast -- they especially enjoyed being able to swim everyday in Mom's pool. Indeed, Jason was soooo delighted that he began trying to figure out how to get one in his own backyard! To say that he was not pleased when his mother vetoed the idea is to understate the case. I can understand his frustration. He is becoming a true water baby. While we were there, Jason was diving down to touch the bottom of the pool... he has progressed so far it is truly astonishing. He now delights in water where once he was terrified of it.
Xander, of course, is a born water baby. He would go into the pool head first -- though after watching the tentative way his mother and grandmother approached it, he began to say 'Getting into the water is a slow process' Then he would get out of the water and start all over again!
Jason was also delighted because, on our very first day in Tucson, Dad took us up to Mount Lemmon. There he collected a number of birds to add to his birding list. That has become one of his greatest delights.
And Xander thoroughly enjoyed making 'Sand Angels' in Himmel Park. Grin. He managed to get sand everywhere, of course, including in his underwear, but that did not phase him in the slightest.
But in the end, though the boys were sad to leave their grandparents behind, they were glad to get home -- and the cats were VERY glad to see them. Indeed, that first night, while I was trying to get the boys to bed, the cats flung themselves bodily against the door, yowling for all they were worth. Then, the next morning, when I got up (before the boys), Papillion came and looked me over. Deciding that I was NOT the one, she marched back to the boys' door and began to HOWL mournfully at the top of her not inconsiderable lungs. Had to chase her away. She was quite displeased.
The one downside to our return was the fact that Daddy was not home. Both boys were of the opinion that mom would've done better to arrange for us to all arrive on the same day... But they were glad to go collect their father the following morning and Xander clung to Daddy for pretty much the rest of the day.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Starlight wishes
Some nights, the boys and I lie in their bed and gaze up at the stars we have on their ceiling. Then we make 'starlight wishes.' We did so the other night. Jason wished that 'everyone sleeps well and there is no war and no fighting for at least one night.' Xander, who was fairly vibrating with excitement, could hardly wait for his brother to finish. 'Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight... I wish everyone would like to poop!' Sigh...
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Twice Pope
May 1st
We have a new family member: A rock named Pope... or Pope Pope... or Twice Pope depending on his mood.
The story goes like this: Jason had a baseball game on Monday. We all went but about 6:30, when it started to rain, I collected Xander and headed home. Xander was not entirely happy with that -- he was having too much fun but once we were in the car, he discovered a rock in his seat. Not a surprise given his passion for them. What happened next, though... As we were driving away, he looked at the rock in his hand.
'Mommy, I want to throw this at the baseball game.'
'Well, you can't throw it at the game but you can throw it out the window at those
bushes.'
(I put the car window down and the rock went whizzing out. Predictably...)
'I want it back!' Tears everywhere.
Desperate Mom: 'Wait! Isn't that your rock?'
'Where?' looking around puzzled
'There, beside the car!'
Obliging child 'Oh, yes. I see it!'
Desperate Mom: 'Is it running beside the car?'
Obliging child 'Yes, Mom. He is running. I want him back!'
Desperate Mom: 'I betcha he will beat us home. He will be right there, beside the car when we get out and he will say, 'Hiya Xander, what took so long!' (we have a big pile of rocks beside the driveway)
While Xander thinks about this interesting possibility, Mom asks 'Does your rock have a name?'
'Yep'
'What is it?'
'Pope'
'Alexander Pope?'
'No. Pope Pope'
'Twice Pope?'
'Yep.'
When we got home, I scrounged the ground and came up with a largish rock. Handed it to Xander as I got him out of the car. He gazed at it in admiration.
'Pope has grown!'
'Well, you know, rolling stones gather no moss. Maybe he ate the moss and got
bigger!'
'Yep.' silence then 'Mommy, what do rocks eat?'
'I don't know Xander, what do rocks eat? DO they eat?'
'Yep, they eat pine cones, grass and nightmares.'
'Nightmares?'
'Yep, they bonk them on the head and turn them into little green worms and eat
them.'
'I thought the dragons ate Nightmares when they were worms?'
'Yep. Pope bonks nightmares and they become worms and the dragons eat them.'
Once inside we had to give Pope a bath (with Xander) then I found a baby sock (with Barney on it) and made Pope a 'sleeper'. I also had to find a small handkerchief to be Pope's blankie. Then we wrapped Pope up and put him to bed on the bookshelf, the better to watch over the boys as they slept. When Jason got home and heard the story of Pope, he was delighted and, of course, wanted a pet rock of his own...
So now we have seven, all spray painted white and waiting to have their faces put on...
We have a new family member: A rock named Pope... or Pope Pope... or Twice Pope depending on his mood.
The story goes like this: Jason had a baseball game on Monday. We all went but about 6:30, when it started to rain, I collected Xander and headed home. Xander was not entirely happy with that -- he was having too much fun but once we were in the car, he discovered a rock in his seat. Not a surprise given his passion for them. What happened next, though... As we were driving away, he looked at the rock in his hand.
'Mommy, I want to throw this at the baseball game.'
'Well, you can't throw it at the game but you can throw it out the window at those
bushes.'
(I put the car window down and the rock went whizzing out. Predictably...)
'I want it back!' Tears everywhere.
Desperate Mom: 'Wait! Isn't that your rock?'
'Where?' looking around puzzled
'There, beside the car!'
Obliging child 'Oh, yes. I see it!'
Desperate Mom: 'Is it running beside the car?'
Obliging child 'Yes, Mom. He is running. I want him back!'
Desperate Mom: 'I betcha he will beat us home. He will be right there, beside the car when we get out and he will say, 'Hiya Xander, what took so long!' (we have a big pile of rocks beside the driveway)
While Xander thinks about this interesting possibility, Mom asks 'Does your rock have a name?'
'Yep'
'What is it?'
'Pope'
'Alexander Pope?'
'No. Pope Pope'
'Twice Pope?'
'Yep.'
When we got home, I scrounged the ground and came up with a largish rock. Handed it to Xander as I got him out of the car. He gazed at it in admiration.
'Pope has grown!'
'Well, you know, rolling stones gather no moss. Maybe he ate the moss and got
bigger!'
'Yep.' silence then 'Mommy, what do rocks eat?'
'I don't know Xander, what do rocks eat? DO they eat?'
'Yep, they eat pine cones, grass and nightmares.'
'Nightmares?'
'Yep, they bonk them on the head and turn them into little green worms and eat
them.'
'I thought the dragons ate Nightmares when they were worms?'
'Yep. Pope bonks nightmares and they become worms and the dragons eat them.'
Once inside we had to give Pope a bath (with Xander) then I found a baby sock (with Barney on it) and made Pope a 'sleeper'. I also had to find a small handkerchief to be Pope's blankie. Then we wrapped Pope up and put him to bed on the bookshelf, the better to watch over the boys as they slept. When Jason got home and heard the story of Pope, he was delighted and, of course, wanted a pet rock of his own...
So now we have seven, all spray painted white and waiting to have their faces put on...
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