Christmas

Michael wanted to role play the Christmas story (it doesn't matter that Christmas was 2 days ago). He claimed the role of Joseph and told his dad to be Mary.

John stuffed a soccer ball up his shirt and followed Joseph around as he walked door to door looking for a place for them to stay the night, and for a place for Mary to have her baby. After he realized all the inns were full, he pointed off in the distance and said, "We need to find a manger scene."

Talking in Your Sleep

"It's just pretend. It's not going to bite you. It's not."

(Laughing) "Silly, you use a ruler to measure, not a fork."

I'm a Dalmation

"5...4...3...2...1... Ugmition!"

"It has a flying function....it has a crashing function."

More evidence that Michael's a reader-in-training

Mom, I want to go to kuhfk.

What's kuhfk?

You know, it's the place where I get a kid's meal in a cartoon box with chicken and a drink...

Ohhhh, kuhfk. I love you so much, Michael!

Dad's reading you Homer's Odyssey (the Mary Pope Osborne version). Today in the bathtub you pretended your Diego toy was Odysseus and he was on an adventure on his boat (it was really an empty applesauce cup). Then he turned back into Diego again.

Before The Odyssey Dad read you The Wind in the Willows. You named your toy frog, "Toad."

And before that you guys read, "Peter Pan." A couple weeks later we were at the grocery store and I asked you to grab a jar of peanut butter and put it in the basket. You grabbed what was at your arm level...and a few days later at home you noticed it had a picture of Peter Pan on it with pixie dust sparkling all around him. Then you wanted me to tell you the Peter Pan story.

I grabbed a fun biography of Benjamin Franklin off the shelf in the children's section. You weren't really interested in that one at first, probably because it was illustrated in brown and looked like it might be boring. I don't usually like boring-looking books either. But your interest was piqued on the page where Ben tried all kinds of new things like swimming (naked!) with his ankles tied together. Then he tried strapping boards to his feet to get more leverage in the water...by doing that he invented flippers! Well we all enjoyed that book so much that we checked out another Jean Fritz book, "Why Don't You Get a Horse, Sam Adams?"

Books, books, books.

Oh, and before that Dad read you the Great Illustrated Classics versions of Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer, The Time Machine, Around the World in 80 Days...

Good-bye, Clifford & Berenstain Bears! (I hope.)

Let's Go!

Let's Go! Turtles are waiting, caterpillars are waiting, fireflies are waiting, summer is waiting, streams are waiting, starfish are waiting, boogie boards are waiting. Life's waiting.

Let's Go! Chipmunks are waiting, sleeping bags are waiting, shopping is waiting, buried treasues are waiting, preschool is waiting, tide pools are waiting, rainbows are waiting. Life's waiting.

Let's Go! Adventures are waiting, discovery is waiting, playdates are waiting, snowmen are waiting, tire swings are waiting, first steps are waiting, jumps are waiting, frogs are waiting. Life's waiting.

Let's Go! T-ball is waiting, splashdowns are waiting, imaginary friends are waiting, hide and seek is waiting, toboggans are waiting, laughter is waiting. Life's waiting.

Let's Go! Games are waiting, first catches are waiting, snow forts are waiting, kittens are waiting. Life's waiting.

Let's go! Icicles are waiting and ice cream is waiting, bikes are waiting, piñatas are waiting, second place is waiting, third place is waiting, little leagues are waiting, great plays are waiting, puddles are waiting. Life's waiting.

Let's Go! Spring is waiting, trails are waiting, flowers are waiting, dance floors are waiting, wishes are waiting. Life's Waiting.

Let's Go! White gloves are waiting, snowballs are waiting, snorkels are waiting, suntans are waiting, sand castles are waiting. Life's waiting.

Let's Go! Framed photos are waiting, fallen logs are waiting, ribbons are waiting, trees are waiting. Life's waiting...

Wrecking Ball

"Let's do that again!"

Reading (sort of)

Tantrum

This is a brief clip of an especially outrageous I-don't-want-to-go-to-church tantrum.

Church really isn't that bad. He actually enjoys it. In fact, Michael's seems much happier after Primary than I ever see him any other time during the week. The hard part is just getting him there.