Kids say funny things sometimes.
The other night, Harrison was trying to get Jennifer's attention, but she was talking to Kris. She wasn't responding to his repeated "Mom"s. Finally, in exasperation, he cried, "Earth to mommy." Heh.
Hank and Emma have the best possible bedroom. It's upstairs, away from the adults. It's filled with all sorts of great toys. At MNF last night, the swarm of kids (soon to grow by one) was milling about the room, playing with dolls and trains and playing dress-up. Ian was wearing an Indian head-dress. He and Harrison and Antonio were dancing around, whooping like Indians: "Woowoowoowoowoowoo!"
All of this is perfectly normal, and just like we might have played when we were kids.
Then Harrison decided that he wanted to wear the Indian head-dress, and he whined to Ian, "I want to be the Native American! I want to be the Native American!" This amused me.
I asked Ian, "What are you?"
He said, "I'm a Native American. Woowoowoowoowoo!"
Harrison said, "I want to be the Native American!"
In the end, Harrison decided to be Spiderman instead. Ian didn't want to be Superman, so his brother, Tristan, played the part. Spiderman and Superman went off to hit people downstairs, and the Native American helped Antonio finish the train track. Scout dressed up in her "girlie-girl" outfit (which, at first, I thought was a princess costume, when in fact it is a Barbie costume). Daphne and Noah, both just over a year, toddled around the room, banging things and picking up small things and putting them in slightly larger things.
Later, Ian and I had a conversation about Paul Bunyan and John Henry. Ian told me a Paul Bunyan story I had never heard. Paul Bunyan apparently had a "reversible dog". The dog had been split in half with an axe and then put back together, but he was put together wrong. As a result, he walked backwards. Or something like that. The key point was, here was a five-year-old telling a story to a thirty-four-year-old, a story I'd never heard before. It was fun for both of us.
The women are baking Christmas cookies on a Thursday instead of a Saturday this year. I might actually take a day off to play babysitter. (Well, since that's the day after The Return of the King is released, it's almost certain I'll take that day off. For those who are interested, we'll probably do a seven or eight o'clock show at Wilsonville on Wednesday the 17th. Let me know if you're in!)
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2004 — The Man I Want to Be If you're not happy with the man you are, then be the man you want to be.
2002 — Creepy Ass Things A fiendishly formed spider has built a web above my desk here at work. It hasn't moved all morning, but I'm a little wary of it. Jeff would kill it. To him, spiders are creepy-ass things; every one he sees is a hobo spider.
This entry makes me realize how 'politically incorrect' we all were as children! ;)