10 Dec 2013
Here’s Holly at tonight’s ballet class. They were practicing their choo-choo moves which involves sitting in a circle and using only their bums and legs to propel themselves forward. Absolutely no hands are allowed to be used. It’s hilarious.
Today the kids had a much needed snow day. We had a very busy weekend with traveling and holiday parties and whatnot. I’ll get into it more later, but it was a bit draining and last night I had my fingers crossed that we’d get a day at home. I got my Betty Crocker on and baked chocolate chip cookies and made PA Dutch pot pie while Henry and Holly wrote their letters to Santa, tinseled the tree, and generally wreaked a little havoc.
We’re all going to bed tonight satisfied that today was a day well spent.
P.S. If you’re my mother and you want to see the elf video with Holly and Henry, it’s here. I buried it in the May archives.
10 Sep 2013
Last night we had some friends over for a bbq. They have a little boy, Jack, who is just a few months younger than Holly.
Last night this certain little boy was sporting a shirt that proclaimed in large silvery letters that he was a “Boy Genius”. We all remarked on it, laughed, thought it was cute, then jumped into the serious business of cooking food over fire while drinking.
About an hour of trampoline-jumping, music playing, and stomp-rocketing later, Holly comes tearing out of the house, sobbing. She runs straight into my lap and tearfully tells me that Jack had said something really mean to her, but when I asked her to elaborate, she couldn’t tell me. Jack followed her out, shrugging his shoulders with a general attitude of “I have no idea what the problem is.”
Eventually Henry comes strolling out of the house with a big grin on his face. I ask him if he knows what happened and he says: ”Jack told Holly that he’s a boy genius and that she’s just a regular Holly.”
Just a regular Holly. As if.
14 Aug 2013
Henry has been spending much of his time lately designing an elaborate locking system whose sole purpose is to prevent me from coming in to his room at night to give him stealth kisses while he sleeps. He showed me his plans the other day. So far it involves a Rubik’s Cube, a Knex motor, a Lego NXT, and a grid-looking thing that I can’t remember the specifics of. Henry doesn’t have a Lego NXT, but he says he’s very hopeful he’ll get one this Christmas. Yesterday while we were all sitting on the porch, Dave decided to look up the NXT to see what exactly it is, and what it is, exactly, is extremely expensive. Like $399 worth of expensive. I nearly spit out my Schweppes Black Cherry Seltzer Water when I heard the price. I told Henry there’s no way we were getting that for him, to which he responded “It’s okay. I’m asking Santa for it.” What follows is Henry’s part of the conversation that he and I had regarding NXT’s and Santa:
“Does Santa really have a $50 limit?”
“Why can’t he just make it himself?”
“What does “copyright” mean?”
“If he has to buy some of the toys he gives, where’s he getting his money from?”
“What’s a financial advisor?”
Ahhh, the rabbit hole was deep and dark yesterday evening.