Evelyn: “Is Thanksgiving always on a Thursday?”
Evelyn: “Oh, because of Black Friday.”
Obviously the pilgrims wouldn’t have wanted Thanksgiving to interrupt their big shopping day.
Oliver: “Evelyn, will you come downstairs with me? I’m scared.”
Evelyn: “No! Last time you made me go first and shouted, ‘Here comes a tasty snack!'”
Vania: “P is for…porcupine.”
::Alex pretends to eat porcupine from book::
Vania: “I know a little boy who ate a porcupine…”
Alex: “Perhaps I’ll die.”
Yesterday I had an all-morning work training to attend. At the beginning, the trainer made a big deal about how distracting our phones are, and how we should make sure they’re off, put them away, etc. Being the rule-follower that I am, of course I complied.
I mean, I don’t mean to act like that was a big deal. I’m not some high powered business executive; most mornings I don’t receive any texts at all.
Except THIS morning…THIS morning I received something a little bit more interesting. When I got around to checking my phone at lunch time I had a series of frantic texts from Sara, starting with, “Omg squirrel trapped in garage with me”
“Hope it will run out now!!!” she continued.
“It is either out or hiding”
“Was running up garage door when I first noticed it”
And then? Nothing. Not for a whole hour after. Was it rabid? Did she escape? WAS SHE DEAD?
Naturally, I texted her immediately and got the rest of the story. So it seems like maybe the squirrel came in when she drove into the garage, or maybe it was already there. When she got out of the car to get Alex out, it was *climbing up the garage door*, a few feet from her head. Natch, she dove back in the car, abandoning the field to the squirrel, and started furiously texting me.
A real Cujo situation here.
She opened the garage door, and hoped for the best. After a while, she didn’t hear anything. So probably the squirrel is not in the garage anymore, right?
I am delighted to announce that my story “Random Play All and the League of Awesome” is now available in audio on the Cast of Wonders podcast!
To quote myself from a different blog post:
I can not overstate how much I love trivial superpowers. As anyone who knew me growing up could tell you, I’ve always loved super heroes. From dressing up as one as a kid (or, er, as an adult), to collecting comic books, to apparel, movies, and video games, to the absolutely embarrassing number of times I’ve listened to Dr. Horrible.
But I never liked the idea of guys like Superman or Thor. I don’t want an unstoppable goody-two shoes. Show me a guy who doesn’t have it so easy. Show me a guy with just a *little* bit of power, and the wit and courage to use that little bit at just the right moment to make a *huge* difference.
This is one of my all time favorite stories, and I’m so glad it is available for free (it has appeared twice before previously in “paper book” form).
Go give it a listen!
The top search term to reach my blog in the past 365 days is “butt“.
And it’s not even close.
(We’re talking by a factor of 5 here)
Evelyn had her first piano recital over the weekend, and she did great. She has been taking piano for a couple of years now, but we have been pretty low key about the whole thing and this is the first time she has performed.
I was really surprised at how nervous she was! She typically has absolutely NO stage fright, and has performed on stage for audiences many, many times this size (including singing and dancing!) without being nervous at all. So I was really surprised at how nervous she was! She said later that it was hard not to make mistakes due to how hard her hands were shaking (just in case you’re not a piano player, I can let you in on a little secret: it’s really hard to play the piano without the use of your hands).
When she sat down afterwards she just gave me the BIGGEST smile.
I have to tell you that there is almost nothing the kids can do that makes me as happy as to hear them playing piano. Evelyn has long ago eclipsed my own musical ability, and Oliver is pretty close. When I see them playing it’s just like magic. Absolute magic. I often just laugh out loud when they’re practicing because it seems so crazy that their fingers are doing these things. How are their fingers doing these things!
I love it. I want them to never stop taking piano.
Me: “… It’s not like it’s life or death.”
Evelyn: “It’s life or death to my reputation!”
::sigh:: Are we to this level already?
Sara: “If you had a baby, what would you call it?”
Alex: “I don’t want to call it.”
Me: “What’s that?”
Evelyn: “My books for the car.”
Me: Why are there 4 of them?”
Evelyn: “Because I’m awesome.”
Alex: “I love Evie, then Aye-ya.”
Alex: “…in the car.”
Sara: “What if Oliver was in the car instead?”
Alex: “Then I love Aye-ya, then Evie. That’s how it goes!”
Every year I tell the kids to make the face they want for their pumpkin. Unfortunately, Alex refused to make the face for the picture (and also insisted on putting sunglasses on his pumpkin).
I went back and looked through all the pumpkins we’ve ever carved for Evelyn, and this is the THIRD TIME she has wanted a crying pumpkin (with tears!) Why does she like crying pumpkins so much??
We practiced many times with Alex. Sara and I would get blocks and he would come up to us with his pumpkin, say, “Trick or Treat!”, we would give him a block and he would say, “Tank Yoo!” Sometimes he would also say, “I’m a turtle!” since we prepared him that people might ask that.
Of course when it came time, he absolutely refused to say anything, mostly just shaking his head no at the people. He did get into the spirit, though, and didn’t seem to be afraid to go right up to people.
Of course his favorite parts of the evening were seeing the giant, inflatable cats and spiders, and when the two people dressed in T-Rex costumes had a fight. What more could a boy ask for?