Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
more things they say
Wesley continues to love prayer. A typical Wesley bedtime prayer goes like this,
Thank you God for prayers. Thank you God for apples. Thank you God for carrots. Thank you God for mommy. Thank you God for daddy. Thank you God for Oliver. Thank you God for Maxie, and thank you for Wesley! Amen.
A passive-aggressive prayer, following my denial of his request for candy at bedtime, went like this. Wesley stared at me with an evil eye and said in a low, measured voice, "Thank you God, for CANDY."
Oliver looks at the sky and says, "I think there's a storm brewing."
Oliver says to Wesley when Wesley gets hurt, "I'm sorry Wesley. I'm so, so sorry. You got hurt. I'm so sorry, honey."
Thank you God for prayers. Thank you God for apples. Thank you God for carrots. Thank you God for mommy. Thank you God for daddy. Thank you God for Oliver. Thank you God for Maxie, and thank you for Wesley! Amen.
A passive-aggressive prayer, following my denial of his request for candy at bedtime, went like this. Wesley stared at me with an evil eye and said in a low, measured voice, "Thank you God, for CANDY."
Oliver looks at the sky and says, "I think there's a storm brewing."
Oliver says to Wesley when Wesley gets hurt, "I'm sorry Wesley. I'm so, so sorry. You got hurt. I'm so sorry, honey."
Friday, April 24, 2009
new writing gig
Max has asked me to ghost-write his memoirs. I think it has promise. Here's his outline:
Maxwell Wants A Cookie: Memoir of a Two-Year-Old
by Maxwell Porter Paris
Chapter 1: GRRR-AAARGH-YEHEHH-GRRRR: Anatomy of a tantrum
Chapter 2: Wan Caaker! No! No!: On wanting crackers, and having my dialect misunderstood
Chapter 3: Bear, Mommy, Daddy, Nukkie: The comforts of life
Chapter 4: Potty, schmotty: Why do at age 2 what you can put off until 3?
Chapter 5: Why my head hurts: An inventory of things at toddler head level including bats, deck railings, shovels, tables, and kitchen islands
Chapter 6: Love, rage, hunger: I have very strong feelings
Epilogue: GRRR-AAARGH-YEHEHH-GRRRR: Tantrum, revisited
Maxwell Wants A Cookie: Memoir of a Two-Year-Old
by Maxwell Porter Paris
Chapter 1: GRRR-AAARGH-YEHEHH-GRRRR: Anatomy of a tantrum
Chapter 2: Wan Caaker! No! No!: On wanting crackers, and having my dialect misunderstood
Chapter 3: Bear, Mommy, Daddy, Nukkie: The comforts of life
Chapter 4: Potty, schmotty: Why do at age 2 what you can put off until 3?
Chapter 5: Why my head hurts: An inventory of things at toddler head level including bats, deck railings, shovels, tables, and kitchen islands
Chapter 6: Love, rage, hunger: I have very strong feelings
Epilogue: GRRR-AAARGH-YEHEHH-GRRRR: Tantrum, revisited
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Things they say
Oliver:
"You got to make it how it works"
"You got to make it how it goes"
"God, thank you for mommy's job"
Wesley:
"Daddy, the firetruck's crying. The firetruck is sad because the firetruck misses firetruck's mommy."
"Don't be hurt."
"Don't be crying."
Max:
I want water
I want nuk
No! No! No! (in response to offers to kiss him or pick him up)
We've been hanging out at my college, and the boys are starting to understand that it's a school and my job - that I work at a school - and that all of the buildings are the school. Oliver looks around at all the buildings like a newly appointed king over a vast kingdom and says, "Mommy, it's _all_ the school!"
We show them their preschool on campus where they'll go next fall. They seem to understand the idea and like it (thank goodness!)
My other story is about the YMCA. We were playing there in a gym with three little girls -- six kids, two balls. Wesley grabbed both balls and laid on them so he wouldn't have to share. Another mom told him he had to share. I watched his eyes scanning the room, making a plan. He made eye contact with Oliver, who came over close to him. Wesley handed one ball to Oliver, and in an instant they were both running away from the girls. It was the first time I'd seen them team up against other kids to benefit each other. You might call it bullying, but I call it solidarity. Go twins! (I did do what was expected of me - went over there and made them share.)
"You got to make it how it works"
"You got to make it how it goes"
"God, thank you for mommy's job"
Wesley:
"Daddy, the firetruck's crying. The firetruck is sad because the firetruck misses firetruck's mommy."
"Don't be hurt."
"Don't be crying."
Max:
I want water
I want nuk
No! No! No! (in response to offers to kiss him or pick him up)
We've been hanging out at my college, and the boys are starting to understand that it's a school and my job - that I work at a school - and that all of the buildings are the school. Oliver looks around at all the buildings like a newly appointed king over a vast kingdom and says, "Mommy, it's _all_ the school!"
We show them their preschool on campus where they'll go next fall. They seem to understand the idea and like it (thank goodness!)
My other story is about the YMCA. We were playing there in a gym with three little girls -- six kids, two balls. Wesley grabbed both balls and laid on them so he wouldn't have to share. Another mom told him he had to share. I watched his eyes scanning the room, making a plan. He made eye contact with Oliver, who came over close to him. Wesley handed one ball to Oliver, and in an instant they were both running away from the girls. It was the first time I'd seen them team up against other kids to benefit each other. You might call it bullying, but I call it solidarity. Go twins! (I did do what was expected of me - went over there and made them share.)
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