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Teacher Gifts
I may be letting the cat out of the bag, but I’m sure no one here on the Internet will tell, right?
Ian has, with a little help, rooted, transplanted, and cared for cuttings from one of our houseplants as holiday gifts for his teachers.
It’s a perfect project for him- he’s learned about propagation, he got to play with dirt, and he can give his teachers something alive and feel proud of what he’s accomplished. And he got some quality parent time along the way, too!
We seem to have identified a gap here…
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.
Avast, Ye preschoolers!
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.
DADDY’S HOME!
And the reunion is beautiful.
The weather man
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.
Found him!
This might be the latest in the day Ian’s ever found the Elf.
There are no dinosaurs in Hannukkah.
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.
Dry run
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!”
That’s one darn sarcastic kid we’re raising.
Do you remember the comic strip “Calvin and Hobbes?” I do. I remember that I used to think it was fiction. Now I keep hearing things come out of Ian’s mouth that make me think it was written from life. For instance:
Daddy: Ian, Mommy doesn’t know everything.
Ian: No, she doesn’t, but YOU don’t either.
Let us at least hope his imagination keeps up with his smart mouth. On thae subject of imagination, he’s still captivated by the Elf on the Shelf.
I was out for the evening last night and came home just in time to put him to bed before Keeghan’s 10 pm feeding. Thankfully he’s having a bit of a lie-in as a result. So he hasn’t seen this yet:
