Someone has been listening to Cats. A lot. He's now singing in his room, "If you give to me a sword, I would rather have a gun; if you give me a gun, then I only want a sword..."
Oh, how I long for the days of Henry Higgins and My Fair Lady.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
March 2010 Dinosaur
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Weekend Photos
Ike LaRue at work.
We're not quite sure what happened here... but this is the end result of when one kicks croquet wickets. M thinks this might have been caused by a wooden stake, but the original story was that a wire wicket somehow bounced off of A's foot and jabbed him in the forehead.
Making piratical valentines with various family members.
Ike's A's Typewriter
A has been asking for a typewriter.
For the last three weeks, when I would pick him up, he would say, "J, let's go to Goodwill and get a typewriter." He really wanted a manual one, like the kind that my Grandmother had or like M's boss has (and which A has been allowed to play with during Christmas parties).
"I don't know, A," I said, "It's hard to find typewriters like that; and if it's more than $20, we'll have to think about budgets and stuff. And remember, the last time you and M got a typewriter the M key didn't work and you had to take it back..."
Finally, I gave in. We went and found a $10 typewriter.
On only a slightly different topic, we had a Pirate Valentine party today, and attempted to make Piratical Valentines. A probably had too much sugar, got overstimulated, took a long nap and is still sort of awake right now.
He is happily channeling his inner Ike LaRue, typing "Dear M, How could you do this to me? This is not a school, it is a prison...." He has changed every instance of "Mrs. LaRue" with "M" and "Ike" with "A."
Just as long as he doesn't knot his sheets into a rope and attempt to climb out his window....
For the last three weeks, when I would pick him up, he would say, "J, let's go to Goodwill and get a typewriter." He really wanted a manual one, like the kind that my Grandmother had or like M's boss has (and which A has been allowed to play with during Christmas parties).
"I don't know, A," I said, "It's hard to find typewriters like that; and if it's more than $20, we'll have to think about budgets and stuff. And remember, the last time you and M got a typewriter the M key didn't work and you had to take it back..."
Finally, I gave in. We went and found a $10 typewriter.
On only a slightly different topic, we had a Pirate Valentine party today, and attempted to make Piratical Valentines. A probably had too much sugar, got overstimulated, took a long nap and is still sort of awake right now.
He is happily channeling his inner Ike LaRue, typing "Dear M, How could you do this to me? This is not a school, it is a prison...." He has changed every instance of "Mrs. LaRue" with "M" and "Ike" with "A."
Just as long as he doesn't knot his sheets into a rope and attempt to climb out his window....
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Art!
A saw a picture of a bicycle; the photographer had played with the shutter speed and a sparkler, so the bike in the photo was outlined in sparks.If you look closely, you might be able to see A behind the chair.
I said we couldn't use a sparkler or a bring a bike into the house, but that we could make a similar picture.I set up the camera on a tripod, and handed A an LED.
He traced the dowels of the chair.We had a lot of fun, even if the flash did go off accidentally one time.
In slightly related news, A just got back from a trip back East. M and A were very lucky, they missed the snow storms coming in and going out. They had a lot of fun surprising an aunt (M's sister) who just turned 50.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Stories on CD
A's new favorite book on CD to listen to is "The Princess and the Goblin," by George MacDonald. The reader, Ian Whitcomb, does an excellent job with characters' voices. There's a princess who must be brave, horrid goblins, and intricate language. The story was written in 1872, when Princesses were Real Princesses, and Magical Grandmothers were Really Magical.
And we like it a whole lot better than "Mrs. Pigglewiggle," which can be summed up as follows: It's the 1940's! Mothers are Clueless ("Honey! I've called everyone and I'm at my wit's end!") Fathers are Distant and Sarcastic ("Don't call me at the office. Give him a spanking and tell him he can keep it all to himself, heh-heh.") and Children have a Cornucopia of Obnoxious Habits for young modern listeners to copy. But never fear! Call Mrs. Pigglewiggle, A Strange Old Woman Who Loves Children So Much that she Resorts to Reverse Psychology and Tricks to Correct Their Behavior."
Oh, how I longed for a Veruca Salt ending read by Gene Wilder. We're probably going to write the Library about this one....
And we like it a whole lot better than "Mrs. Pigglewiggle," which can be summed up as follows: It's the 1940's! Mothers are Clueless ("Honey! I've called everyone and I'm at my wit's end!") Fathers are Distant and Sarcastic ("Don't call me at the office. Give him a spanking and tell him he can keep it all to himself, heh-heh.") and Children have a Cornucopia of Obnoxious Habits for young modern listeners to copy. But never fear! Call Mrs. Pigglewiggle, A Strange Old Woman Who Loves Children So Much that she Resorts to Reverse Psychology and Tricks to Correct Their Behavior."
Oh, how I longed for a Veruca Salt ending read by Gene Wilder. We're probably going to write the Library about this one....
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