Every once in a while Kelsey's preschool has a mystery reader -- a parent (or someone) comes in and reads a few stories to the kids. They get a kick out of it because it's someone different every time, and the reader's identity is kept secret until they walk in the room. This is the most fun for the mystery reader's kid, because of course they're seeing mom or dad walk in. Today the mystery reader was me. It was a lot of fun -- the author of the day was Maurice Sendak, so I got to read Where the Wild Things Are, and another one I'd never read called Chicken Soup with Rice. The kids really loved Wild Things and we had our own little wild rumpus, etc.
This was right at the end of school, so I took Kelsey home and on the way I told Kelsey we were going to McDonald's for a cozy father-daughter lunch. I said I was starving, and that reading stories must have made me really hungry. She said, "sitting on my carpet round and listening to stories made me really hungry!"
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Can I please have that pizza, Man?
I got home today from a weekend fishing trip, and afterward we all went to pick out the 2009 Christmas tree. Mommy and K did most of the decorating, and this was K's first time actually hanging ornaments instead of swiping them off the tree. C was napping, but I suspect he's going to start swiping first thing tomorrow. I'm sure this will go over well with K.
Neither of us felt like cooking so we ordered a takeout pizza, and after his nap C and I went to pick it up. When we go there, he walked up to the counter and announced (pretty loudly) to the cashier, "Can I please have that pizza, Man?"
K is having a bit of a rough night. These days she often starts crying, not fully awake, a few hours after going to bed. We don't know if she's having a bad dream, or she just semi-wakes up and doesn't like being semi-awake. Usually one of us goes in to talk to her and she's back asleep within a few minutes.
Neither of us felt like cooking so we ordered a takeout pizza, and after his nap C and I went to pick it up. When we go there, he walked up to the counter and announced (pretty loudly) to the cashier, "Can I please have that pizza, Man?"
K is having a bit of a rough night. These days she often starts crying, not fully awake, a few hours after going to bed. We don't know if she's having a bad dream, or she just semi-wakes up and doesn't like being semi-awake. Usually one of us goes in to talk to her and she's back asleep within a few minutes.
About this blog
I have a terrible memory. It's always been sort of a minor annoyance -- movies and books becoming a blur within a day or two of finishing them, or forgetting the punchline of a funny joke. Technology has helped a lot in the last several years with the practical side of things; Gmail is a perfect example with its searchable archive of conversations.
But recently I've started to realize that I'm forgetting events in my kids' lives, and that has really gotten to me. My daughter K is 3 and my son C is 2, and every day they're learning, saying, and doing things that I should be cherishing. I often tell myself things like "you've GOT to remember this," but it rarely helps.
So I'm starting this blog to record these things. I know that it's public but I'm not really expecting it to be read by anyone but a clueless future me, so I'll apologize in advance if you decide to read it and are baffled by some unexplained reference or un-introduced person. (But feel free to ask about such things in the comments if you're curious.) I'll also apologize for any bad writing -- I promise I'll keep it legible but I'm hoping not to get too caught up in wordsmithing.
So, clueless future me, I hope you like it! I did it for you.
But recently I've started to realize that I'm forgetting events in my kids' lives, and that has really gotten to me. My daughter K is 3 and my son C is 2, and every day they're learning, saying, and doing things that I should be cherishing. I often tell myself things like "you've GOT to remember this," but it rarely helps.
So I'm starting this blog to record these things. I know that it's public but I'm not really expecting it to be read by anyone but a clueless future me, so I'll apologize in advance if you decide to read it and are baffled by some unexplained reference or un-introduced person. (But feel free to ask about such things in the comments if you're curious.) I'll also apologize for any bad writing -- I promise I'll keep it legible but I'm hoping not to get too caught up in wordsmithing.
So, clueless future me, I hope you like it! I did it for you.
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