Yesterday Henry announced that he was going to unload the dishwasher.
Ben: "No, you need supervision."
Henry: "I have super vision!"
He turns around, revealing the 3-D glasses he's wearing.
Guess who emptied the dishwasher? That's right. Me.
Not sure where the boys went.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Catching up
Wow, okay, it's almost been a month since my last post. Sorry about that. I was lazy after Thanksgiving, then I was busy, then I was lazy again, then I forgot, and now here I am. There were some very funny things Henry said that made me say right then to Ben, there's some blog fodder right there, but I didn't write it down and guess what? I completely forgot what it was that he said.
Well, Thanksgiving was fun. We had a Thanksgiving lunch with Ben's Dad and step-mom and some of her family. Everything was good, Henry actually ate some ham, and I was too full to finish dessert, even though I really, really wanted to. Henry got to shoot Grandpa's pellet gun and thought that was pretty neat. Then we went over to my parents' to spend the night. The next day I helped Dad finish laying down hardwood flooring in his bedroom closet. It was fun using the nail gun; it made a nice satisfying BAM! when I smacked it with the mallet. Then some friends came over to shoot their pumpkins-- they saved them especially for this purpose. I'm so proud. Since I didn't have a pumpkin-- mine rotted and went moldy, remember-- I made due with soda cans and for Ben I made a target. Since he's a pro at those first-person perspective shooting games, I drew him a nice zombie head. Henry also drew a few targets. In case anyone believes I let my five year old shoot a rifle, no, Henry only watched for a few minutes and then went back to the house with Papaw. After we dispatched the pumpkins, soda cans, and zombie, we cleaned the guns. Since it's been probably fifteen years since I'd last done it, I thought it was pretty cool that I still remembered enough to figure out how to break down the SKS. More or less. When I was attempting to reassemble it, some pieces I'd forgotten about, a little rod thingy and a spring, went flying out across the table. Then I remembered when reinserting the cleaning kit in the stock to use a pen to push it in so my finger didn't get pinched. Then we cleaned up just in time as Mom got home from work, so she didn't find any filthy, oily gun parts all over her kitchen table. After our friends gave us a quick astronomy lesson, we all went home.
Friday it snowed. For about ten minutes. The school sent the kids home an hour early just in case, but nothing stuck. As soon as Henry got off the bus he ran inside and asked me if I'd seen the snow. Then he said you have to be very quiet in order for it to snow. I knew exactly where he got that from. I can just picture twenty something kindergarteners stampeding to the windows to watch the snow, and hear the words his teacher said to get them all to shut up. I really like his teacher.
Now that Christmas is near, Henry's in true form, nagging the heck out of me. Last year it was "Buy me Legos!" every five minutes. This year I managed to get some presents wrapped and under the tree and Henry, little punk, can read his own name, and has discovered one of his presents. Since he got to open the present our friend Edward got him, he thinks he shouldn't have to wait until Christmas to open the rest.
Every few minutes Henry says, "Let me open my present!"
Or, "Don't let me wait until Christmas!"
I correct him and tell him it's "don't make me wait until Christmas."
He doesn't care.
Sunday we had our Christmas program at Church. Our choir has sadly dwindled in numbers and participation over the last year, to the point where it was just Ben and me and no pianist, we basically abandoned the whole thing, but since we were asked to sing for the program, We started having practices again, sans pianist. Having had three years of piano back in the day, I can hunt and peck with one or two fingers, but only one line at a time and I mess up a lot. So Ben and I were able to figure out our parts and sing a capella. It wasn't as dulcet a sound as I'd like, but we try and that's what counts. This Sunday about ten minutes before I had to leave, some more people showed up so that was nice. Christmas miracle: the Sunday School class spent the whole time practicing the song. Yay! So we had a bunch of people and we sounded pretty good. Then I had to direct the kids to sing Away in a Manger. There were just a handful of them, mostly three, four and five year olds, and two older kids. The little ones were pretty excited to get up there, especially Henry, and nicely arranged themselves in a little group. I decided to stand up there beside them because I knew if any of them actually sang it would be a miracle. Yeah, it was pretty much a solo-- me, smiling, making pointed eye contact at the older kids who sheepishly mouthed the words. I think I got a few "asleep"s out of them. Oh, well. They got up there and looked cute, that's what counts.
Now I've got the next two weeks of family visits and cleaning up after two vacationing males. Oh, boy.
Well, Thanksgiving was fun. We had a Thanksgiving lunch with Ben's Dad and step-mom and some of her family. Everything was good, Henry actually ate some ham, and I was too full to finish dessert, even though I really, really wanted to. Henry got to shoot Grandpa's pellet gun and thought that was pretty neat. Then we went over to my parents' to spend the night. The next day I helped Dad finish laying down hardwood flooring in his bedroom closet. It was fun using the nail gun; it made a nice satisfying BAM! when I smacked it with the mallet. Then some friends came over to shoot their pumpkins-- they saved them especially for this purpose. I'm so proud. Since I didn't have a pumpkin-- mine rotted and went moldy, remember-- I made due with soda cans and for Ben I made a target. Since he's a pro at those first-person perspective shooting games, I drew him a nice zombie head. Henry also drew a few targets. In case anyone believes I let my five year old shoot a rifle, no, Henry only watched for a few minutes and then went back to the house with Papaw. After we dispatched the pumpkins, soda cans, and zombie, we cleaned the guns. Since it's been probably fifteen years since I'd last done it, I thought it was pretty cool that I still remembered enough to figure out how to break down the SKS. More or less. When I was attempting to reassemble it, some pieces I'd forgotten about, a little rod thingy and a spring, went flying out across the table. Then I remembered when reinserting the cleaning kit in the stock to use a pen to push it in so my finger didn't get pinched. Then we cleaned up just in time as Mom got home from work, so she didn't find any filthy, oily gun parts all over her kitchen table. After our friends gave us a quick astronomy lesson, we all went home.
Friday it snowed. For about ten minutes. The school sent the kids home an hour early just in case, but nothing stuck. As soon as Henry got off the bus he ran inside and asked me if I'd seen the snow. Then he said you have to be very quiet in order for it to snow. I knew exactly where he got that from. I can just picture twenty something kindergarteners stampeding to the windows to watch the snow, and hear the words his teacher said to get them all to shut up. I really like his teacher.
Now that Christmas is near, Henry's in true form, nagging the heck out of me. Last year it was "Buy me Legos!" every five minutes. This year I managed to get some presents wrapped and under the tree and Henry, little punk, can read his own name, and has discovered one of his presents. Since he got to open the present our friend Edward got him, he thinks he shouldn't have to wait until Christmas to open the rest.
Every few minutes Henry says, "Let me open my present!"
Or, "Don't let me wait until Christmas!"
I correct him and tell him it's "don't make me wait until Christmas."
He doesn't care.
Sunday we had our Christmas program at Church. Our choir has sadly dwindled in numbers and participation over the last year, to the point where it was just Ben and me and no pianist, we basically abandoned the whole thing, but since we were asked to sing for the program, We started having practices again, sans pianist. Having had three years of piano back in the day, I can hunt and peck with one or two fingers, but only one line at a time and I mess up a lot. So Ben and I were able to figure out our parts and sing a capella. It wasn't as dulcet a sound as I'd like, but we try and that's what counts. This Sunday about ten minutes before I had to leave, some more people showed up so that was nice. Christmas miracle: the Sunday School class spent the whole time practicing the song. Yay! So we had a bunch of people and we sounded pretty good. Then I had to direct the kids to sing Away in a Manger. There were just a handful of them, mostly three, four and five year olds, and two older kids. The little ones were pretty excited to get up there, especially Henry, and nicely arranged themselves in a little group. I decided to stand up there beside them because I knew if any of them actually sang it would be a miracle. Yeah, it was pretty much a solo-- me, smiling, making pointed eye contact at the older kids who sheepishly mouthed the words. I think I got a few "asleep"s out of them. Oh, well. They got up there and looked cute, that's what counts.
Now I've got the next two weeks of family visits and cleaning up after two vacationing males. Oh, boy.
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