Larkin has reached the age where, everywhere we go, people ask her about school. Where does she go? Is she in kindergarten or pre-school? Where *will* she go? Lately, when the well-meaning public asks her when she's going to school, she throws her arms in the air and cackles a gleeful, "NEVER!" She occasionally appends a quietly thoughtful, "Unless I decide I want to." I usually get a curious look from the adult in question (the questioning adult?)... as if they think she's acting out and expect me to put her in line. Unless queried further, I usually just smile and nod.
Finn recently made friends with a younger toddler at the park. This young'un was rather shy and Finn had a hard time figuring out how to coax him into a more involved interaction. The successful solution? Pulling a slug out of the nearest buried irrigation valve box and thrusting it toward the other kid: "See? Slimy!"
We recently purchased Qwirkle, a board game sort of like Scrabble for people who aren't reading yet. It's actually quite a fun game which requires tactics and strategy... in other words, a nice change of pace from Candyland and Hi-Ho Cherry-O. The first few times through, it was a very cooperative game, in which we all saw everyone's tiles and I helped Larkin understand which moves were legal (and kept Finn from running off with all the orange tiles). Recently, Larkin has been wanting to play "properly," with tiles hidden from opponents, and rarely asks for help finding a move. One of these days, we might even keep score.
We just spent five minutes trying to show Larkin and Finn how I managed such a richly timbred (are you allowed to adjectify that?) vibrato when announcing that their cheese toast was ready.
When Finn fights bad guys and wants to make sure that they're *really* taken care of, he eats them.
We recently took the kids to the fair and enjoyed 6.5 hours of stomach-turning rides on top of corn dogs and frozen lemonade. We had an agreement about how much money we would spend there: the amount in our wallets. When I spent the last of my cash on game tickets, Larkin took her share and then suddenly got a very worried look on her face: "Oh no, have we paid for our house addition yet?"
Speaking of our house addition, today the kids and I delivered what was (hopefully) the last piece of paperwork to the County before they approve our building permit. If all goes well, we'll be out of here by June 1 so the roof can come off. AAAAGGH!
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Finn's imaginary play fighting is equal parts scary-bloodthirsty and adorable. Not only does he routinely eat his enemies (raw or cooked in various forms, sometimes drinking their blood) but -- when I am playing the bad guy -- after he cuts off my appendages with his sword he almost always immediately sews them back on and bandages me up again.
ReplyDeleteAlthough, come to think of it, that might be mostly so that I can continue to fight and thus provide amusement.