Kid’s Rights

I had a fairly ominous quote from quote from Ms. Evelyn the other day:

Evie: “Mama I was reading a book about children’s rights…”
Sara: “Oh boy.”
Evie. “It was very interesting.”

Probably the last we’d ever hear of that, right? I mean, that’s never going to come up again.

WRONG.

So the other day we were making chocolate covered strawberries, which Evelyn was *very* excited about. However, she was also sick, sneezing and coughing all over the place.

“Sweetheart, I can’t let you make chocolate covered strawberries while you’re getting germs all over everything,” said Sara. Hoo boy, was that the wrong thing to say! Evelyn was in a fine state.

“I know about children’s rights!” she said.
“What about children’s rights?” said Sara, while we tried not to laugh. “What does ‘children’s rights’ mean?”
“It means children have a right to do what they want!” said Evelyn. “And I’ve been learning about slavery…”

I may have snorted out loud at that point, thinking she was going to equate “not being allowed to make chocolate covered strawberries” to “slavery”, but she pulled up at the last minute.

“…and if people could get rid a thing like slavery, which is a really big thing, then I should be allowed to do strawberries, which is a little thing!”

In fact, I wholeheartedly agree with her that not being allowed to dip strawberries is relatively minor compared to slavery, although I’m not sure I buy the argument that children should be allowed to do “anything that’s not as bad as slavery”.

Unfortunately, though, this airtight argument did not help her case and we ultimately denied her request, no doubt violating her “children’s rights” in the process. I really need to get a copy of this book now, to find out what other atrocities I’ve committed. One time we made her try a bite of her supper before getting up from the table.

Look for me on trial in The Hague.

4 months

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Evelyn, Oliver, and Alex at 4 months. (Obviously 4 months is a smiley time for babies!)

Art & Words show 2016

I have once again been selected to participate in Art on the Boulevard’s Art & Words Show. You may remember I participated in this a few years ago.

Just a quick reminder how this works: 12 artists and 12 writers are selected, after which we all swap. An artist will make a piece of art representing my selected story, and I will write a new story to accompany a piece of selected art. Finally, all of the art and stories are displayed in an art gallery, including a reception and reading on October 1st.

I cannot stress how much I *love* this project. My stories hanging in an art gallery! My stories inspiring an artist! Being able to give someone a story inspired by their art!

To quote myself from last time:

The whole thing is just an amazing creative explosion, with art and music and stories building off of each other and artists from different disciplines and communities inspiring each other. It’s very humbling to be a part of it all.

 

He likes me! He really likes me!

I have recently come to the conclusion that Alex actually likes me! Maybe even more than he likes Sara. Not to say he isn’t quite fond of Sara, because he is, but his smiles when he sees me just about break his face in half.

I certainly haven’t done anything in particular to cause this, it just sort of happened. I mean, I carry him around and change his diaper sometimes, but he’s never heard my heartbeat from the inside, or had me get up to snuggle him every 40 minutes for 100 consecutive nights, or received life-giving nutrients from my body, you know?

As a dad, I understand that being second fiddle is just sort of the way of the universe, and I don’t take offense. In fact, I have a sign from 5 year old Evelyn hanging up at work that says, “Dad. Sorry, I love you last. Mom first, Nala, Ollie, then you Daddy.”

Keeps me humble. (I should point out that Nala is the cat.)

I’m sure these days I’ve even slipped a spot, since Evelyn would put Alex first on the list (and she’s not even the one who cries at night because he’s not going to college unless he can “come home every day and see Alex”), but in any case I’m just going to soak up those tasty, tasty baby smiles while they are freely offered.

He is, after all, going to be a teenager some day.

Ollie and the waterslide, part 2

Hoo boy, I have been working on this post for forever and a day. How long you ask? Well, let’s just say I had this in my notes:

On our way up, we passed a sign that said, “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” and showed a picture of cows dressed as leprechauns standing next to a rainbow which ended in a pot of cheese curds.

Me: “That is the most Wisconsin sign I have ever seen.”

I tried to get a picture while I was driving, but it didn’t turn out.

So, we made a return visit to Timber Ridge, an indoor waterpark in Wisconsin (you can read about our previous trip here).

If anything, we had an even better time that last year. This year the kids were a little bit older, and we were able to give them more of a free reign to run around and do whatever they wanted.

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As I said last time, one night is about the max amount of time we would want to spend there. You can go to the water park before you check in, and you can stay after you check out, so one night translates into two very full days. This time we also took advantage of some of the other activities offered by the hotel, such as cookie decorating and watching the most god awful movie.

Last year we restricted ourselves to the “green slide”, since you could ride a double raft with a grown up, but this year Ollie wanted to do the “yellow slide”, solo.

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Even though he knows how to swim, I decided to go down first so I could wait for him at the bottom. However, as I was on my way down I thought, “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

The slide is completely dark, super fast, and relatively terrifying. I thought, “This is WAY too scary for Oliver!” I figured when I got him at the bottom, he would be a quivering, sobbing mess.

Silly me! He loved it!

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After Ollie’s rave reviews, Evelyn was brave enough to try it, and then the two of them went down it over and over and over again. Oliver, in particular, couldn’t get enough of it.

The only time he almost backed out is when we were getting ready to go down the second time, and one of the kids noticed that I had blood streaming down my leg from where I had gotten a friction burn from the slide (I’m telling you, it was a fast slide!). “I don’t want to get bloody!” said Ollie, backing up, but we were already at the top so I convinced him to at least go down that one last time, and then he had such a good time he didn’t want to stop.

“Do you do something to go faster?” asked Sara.
“Uh…I don’t know,” I said. “I try to keep aerodynamic I guess. Why?”
“Because, when you come out of the slide, you make a huge wave. There was a new lifeguard who didn’t exactly look thrilled to be there, and your wave completely dunked her.”

I did notice that when I came up from under the water, I was usually nose-to-nose with a terrified looking lifeguard, trying to block me from smashing into the wall, but I just said, “sorry” and didn’t think anything of it.

Evie still prefered the green slide, but Ollie refused to go on it by himself after a little incident. I was watching the end of the slide when Ollie came shooting out without his raft. The lifeguard said, “Where’s your raft?” and Ollie said, “I don’t know”, like, “how should I know?”

Probably like 3 minutes later his raft came shooting out by itself. Ollie had fallen off about 3 feet from the entry of the slide (the lifeguard up top had seen him fall off) and spent the rest of the ride trying to “slow down so [he] could catch [his] raft”. He definitely felt like he was going to get in trouble, and he didn’t want to risk it after that (I’m still not sure how he managed to fall off).

Alex spent most of the day just sitting poolside and observing, though he did find time to get into the water a little bit (which he loves!)

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At the end of the day, we were all wiped out, even Alex. I will count that as a successful trip!

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