Ian: DADDY STOP SAYING THAT.
Michael: Stop saying what?
Ian: I DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE BABY JESUS.
Michael: Yeah, because what does the baby Jesus have to do with Christmas, after all?
Ian: NOTHING. The Baby Jesus doesn’t have NOTHING to do with Christmas.
I really should explain double negatives to that boy.
This is what Ian decided to wear to school today:
Also, there is a hole in the seat of his pants, because he refused to change them once this fact was discovered.
If you happen to be wondering how my “Hold The Line” project is going, last week’s results were good, although not as dramatic as the previous week. I lost 1/4 inch off both waist and hips. It was a really rainy week though, so despite my best intentions I logged 0 miles for the week.
And the reunion is beautiful.
Ian: Mommy, when it’s snowy, can we build a snowman?
Me: Yes. But it’s not snowy now and they aren’t predicting any snow today.
Ian: Well, I am.
This might be the latest in the day Ian’s ever found the Elf.
Perhaps you have forgotten the gut-churning feeling of being utterly humiliated. If you’d like a reminder, feel free to take my child to church with you and attempt to have him participate in a holiday pageant.
The good news is that he thought the rehearsal was WICKED FUN. The bad news is that we are now family non-grata in the pageant community. Actually, if I’m perfectly fair, Keeghan was very good. They’d probably have him back.
It was all downhill from the moment Ian asked the prop coordinator for a knife.
First of all, Ian really wanted to sing along with the holiday songs. But he doesn’t know them and can’t yet read the song sheet. So he kept randomly interjecting the ABC song. When asked not to do that (by me) he started climbing furniture.
Also, you’ll be surprised to learn that roaring and stomping like a T-Rex does not add anything to the human menorah/dreidel portion of the festivities.
I, personally won’t be trying this again any time soon, but if your church happens to be producing Godzilla of Nazareth, I am willing to give you a good deal on Ian’s participation.
Don’t let the picture fool you… He was Mr. Hyde all day.
We’re planning to do some crafts with friends tomorrow, so Ian and I are doing a dry run to make sure it all works. I am amazed at how good his fine motor skills have gotten. He successfully assembled quite small pieces and handled a glue dot runner quite deftly. He wouldn’t let me take pix if his project in progress. He held his hands in front and shouted, “NOT UNTIL I’M FINISHED!”
