Tore open the package that came in the mail today (ordered online last week from here)
Swabbed inner cheeks with the enclosed cotton swabs
Sealed the postage-paid envelope and left it out for the mailman
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
"Come sit down, Bubba, and let your food digest," I say, patting the sofa.
"But it huuuurrrtttsss," he groans, tugging at his belly and crawling into a ball in my lap, then unraveling again, stretching out his gangly legs, and flailing his arms."
"Maybe it's all that flip-flopping and squirreling around that's got your belly in knots, boy!" Mommy says.
And he looks right at her and says, "Nope, it was the food."
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Most of the time, it's your typical stuffed bear, favorite book, a marked up Barbie doll, or some plastic action figure.
But this last time, about two weeks ago now, it was one of Chago's best friends -- this adorable little boy who fell in love with Chago on day one, mostly, it seemed, because he had a Spanish name, too. But then they quickly realized they had lots more in common, like pretend fighting, and some pretend fighting, and then there was, of course, the pretend fighting. From the moment they see each other in the morning, they're inseparable. And after school, he walks right next to Santiago all the way to the school gate, chatting him up and fooling around. They even sneak toys in their backpacks to trade with one another.
Which is all very well and good.
But, as we painfully learned from his kindergarten class, the more we tried to keep him away from a similarly friend-ggressive boy, the more he gravitated towards him. So, this time, we're trying to mostly drop positive hints on countering the unruly behavior, while allowing him to make his own choices, and hoping the influence flows the other way.
Recently, though, we've become increasingly concerned that Andrew was really going to start having a negative impact on Chago's schooling based on his involvement in a few of Chago's little orange card incidents, and we were just about to bring it up with his teacher, perhaps even requesting that they be separated a little more often, when Chago suddenly brought this home:
Thursday, November 26, 2009
So, here's a couple of then and now shots:
Chago and Saia at 8 months, and then at 80 months:
And here's what our feast looked like before:
Click here for the whole Turkey Day SLIDESHOW
Hope you all had a great one, surrounded by people you love, safe and warm, and forever thankful.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
So...that disclaimer aside...here it goes:
IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, THE DUMB BUNNY SERIES IS THE SCHOOL-AGE EQUIVALENT OF MTV'S JACKASS.
And it's not even that the value of potty jokes is lost on me. I do get it. I do. I have a father and a brother. Please.
And I do understand that books like this, books with potty humor, books with stupid jokes, books with non-life-threatening injuries, help encourage reluctant readers to read. And there is that whole idea that as long as a child is reading, it doesn't really matter what it is.
But in a surprising turn of events, I truly disagree with this statement.
Because, honestly, what this comes down to for me is that we do not allow nor encourage nor condone our children calling or being called dumb or stupid. I just don't see a need for these words. Well, until you understand what a politician is, or insurance companies, or the cable company's 4-hour window.
And on a grander scale, I think it's the natural precursor to bullying, hazing, setting kids on fire, gang raping a 15-year-old, beating fellow cheerleaders to a pom-pom pulp -- especially for those children who may not be capable enough of breaking from the pack when the lords of the rings start dancing around the fire.
And it hurts me to write this because I would never ever condone censorship in any shape or form, let alone even remotely suggest book banning. But there must be a level of responsibility set forth by the authors, the publishing house, the booksellers, the libraries, and the schools.
At the very least, these books should not be readily accessible to children who's minds are only just developing, who's identities are just barely forming, who are so susceptible to following others, to thinking like the rest, to avoiding conflict by conforming.
Aren't we trying to raise leaders here?
But how can we do that when books like the Dumb Bunny series say, come on, join us, let's make fun of these really stupid rabbits, who are obviously soooo different from us that that somehow justifies the ridicule and derision.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
But tonight, after having had a pretty rough week already, for which they've lost movie privileges, they were eating at the kitchen table while I was cleaning off the stove and tupperwaring their left-behinds, my back to them.
As I glanced up from the stove, I see their reflection in the microwave and very calmly, without turning around, and continuing to wipe down the counters, I say, "Saia, for the last time, please get your fingers out of your mouth and use your fork."
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Anyway, they just didn't even appear to be nervous at all. They were calm and cool and collected (well, as much as 6-year-olds can be). And they seemed to be really enjoying the whole hub-bub of it all.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
For Veteran's Day, the kids decided they wanted to write a letter to a soldier to tell them how much they appreciated them.
SAIA'S LETTER (click to enlarge):
[Oh, just TRY to tell me it doesn't have that moment right there in the middle that reminds you of the dog in the movie UP who, in the midst of a normal conversation, suddenly stops and turns and says "SQUIRREL!!"]
Anyway, I found a place online called Letters From Home,who will take the letters your kids send to them and include them as part of their care packages that they prepare regularly for the military.
We sent our letters to:
***Remember not to include any personal information, such as last names or addresses, in either your letter or on the envelope.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
So, in addition to having to write lines at home and draft a letter of apology to his teacher for being disrespectful, he also lost the green tip on his white belt, which means that if he doesn't straighten up and fly right by the end of the week, he risks not being able to compete in the intramural tournament on Saturday, and losing his black tip, which means he won't be able to belt test until he earns them BOTH back.
And then the little shit went and got another orange card today.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
"Well, baby, because the road is icy and she's losing control, and she has her baby in the car with her, and she's afraid they're going to have an accident," Amy explains. "So she's asking Jesus for help."
"Oh," she says, unconvinced. "But if he takes off her wheel," she continues, "how is she going to drive home?"