On the way to school this morning, Ella asked to be quizzed on spelling words. She said, "Some kids think 'know' is spelled 'n-o-w'. I Used to say 'kuhnow' before I knew the k was silent. Like I used to read ph like 'puh-huh.' Like, 'I'm going to answer the puh-huh-one.' Hahahahahaha!"
Mason: "Hahahahaha! We both simultaneously laughed weirdly together!"
Well, at least they're happy. There is that.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Happy Birthday, Mason
Today is Mason's 9th birthday. Even the grouchy sisters woke up early to sing him awake, and he opened presents at breakfast. From Ella Grace, a red rain jacket. From Kathleen, red rain boots. What a happy dude. Immediately donned the outfit and wore it for the rest of the meal. The big gift: the new Playmobil Egyptian Pyramid. He can't believe all the trap doors and booby traps. It's way cool.
From his grandparents, a Tetris Cube and an Encylopedia. Home run. He is the happiest kid ever. We're happy, because now he'll be spouting ACCURATE facts.
From his godparents, a BrushBot; a robot that you construct, which moves on top of a bristly brush. He's sure that if he adds soap, it will scrub the floors. Way cool.
From Ms. Melissa: Flarp. The coolest stuff EVER. I can't even tell if it's a liquid or a solid. It's like very gooey silly putty, much softer and slimier. Definitely Mason's favorite thing ever. Before Melissa left the house, the Flarp had already been retrieved from the top of the kitchen cabinets (I'm one embarrassed housekeeper...that place is FOUL) and pulled from Mason's hair. Now it coats the inside of the Tetris Cube box, and the remainder is embedded with crumbs of birthday cake.
Since 3:00, Mason has been wearing a bright orange safety vest. For warmth, he says. We've been calling him the Safety Patrol.
It's been a good day. Thanks for being born, Mase. And thanks for entertaining us.
From his grandparents, a Tetris Cube and an Encylopedia. Home run. He is the happiest kid ever. We're happy, because now he'll be spouting ACCURATE facts.
From his godparents, a BrushBot; a robot that you construct, which moves on top of a bristly brush. He's sure that if he adds soap, it will scrub the floors. Way cool.
From Ms. Melissa: Flarp. The coolest stuff EVER. I can't even tell if it's a liquid or a solid. It's like very gooey silly putty, much softer and slimier. Definitely Mason's favorite thing ever. Before Melissa left the house, the Flarp had already been retrieved from the top of the kitchen cabinets (I'm one embarrassed housekeeper...that place is FOUL) and pulled from Mason's hair. Now it coats the inside of the Tetris Cube box, and the remainder is embedded with crumbs of birthday cake.
Since 3:00, Mason has been wearing a bright orange safety vest. For warmth, he says. We've been calling him the Safety Patrol.
It's been a good day. Thanks for being born, Mase. And thanks for entertaining us.
Creative Crafts
Me, to Ella Grace, who's holding scissors and strips of white felt: "Hi, Ell. Whatcha doin'?"
Ella: "Oh. I'm disguising this turkey."
Me: "A turkey?"
Ella: "Yeah. As a ballerina. So he won't get eaten for Thanksgiving."
It's a lovely turkey.
Ella: "Oh. I'm disguising this turkey."
Me: "A turkey?"
Ella: "Yeah. As a ballerina. So he won't get eaten for Thanksgiving."
It's a lovely turkey.
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