Challenge Accepted!

Took Kate with me to get a haircut today. There was a little kid ahead of us, probably about 2 or so, who screamed and wailed in agony from the moment he got in the chair until the moment poor old Mr. Ruvo finally proclaimed the haircut more or less complete.

Later I said to Kate, wow, he didn't enjoy his haircut, did he? "No," agreed Kate. (Although she'd also at one point said "I like that boy!") I said to her, But you don't cry like that at the barber, do you? And she said, "No. I would just say, 'Ouch.' And then, 'Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!'"

I got a haircut, Kate got a lollipop

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Jack recently lamented that he is always doing nice things for Kate, and she never does nice things for him. So today i asked her if she'd like to draw Jack a picture.

She drew her faces, two of them, and said one was her (girl hair) and one was Jack (stubble or a lion's mane...it's how she draws boys). When I showed it to Jack later I showed how she had also drawn a circle, which she said was a Bakugan.

Jack had a little smile on his face. Not sure how to describe it. Pleased, I think.

31-Day Blog Project: Success!

Day 31. OK, I realize lots of people actually do blog everyday, or at least I assume so (I don't actually read anything every day, who has the time). But I've never done it, so it's a big deal for me. Seems like a good day for a recap, so here we go.

5:50 a.m. Kate came in. Emily put her back in bed.

6:10. Finally getting back to sleep from Kate's visit, when Jack comes in and clambers into bed before I can stop him. Clocks me in the nose with his elbow; ouch. Guess I'm up.

6:30. Coffee for me, breakfast for Jack. Kate, who woke us all up I believe, is still sleeping. Jack notices an excellent newspaper graphic in today's Sports section with caricatures of Yankees and Mets players. Derek Jeter, in his graphic, has a walker. This is absolutely hilarious to Jack, who laughs it up and repeats in sing-song "Jeter is oll-lll-d....Jeter is oll-lll-d...." and laughs all over again. He cuts out the picture (taking a Jeter-sized chunk out of every page in the entire section, thanks Jack) and tapes the words "Ha Ha" and "Jeter is old!" to it.

7:00. Kate still sleeping. We finally wake her up at 7:30, since we need to drop Emily off at a train into the city today. She gamely eats her cereal, then we pile her into the car.

8:00. Emily dropped off, I bring the kids back and give them each a bagel. And Kate gets honeydew melon, which in our house we call green cantelope.

8:15. Drop Jack off. He hops out of the car and cheerily goes in. Drop Kate off. SHE, to my delight, dances into her classroom to see Miss Ruthie and hangs up her coat. Other kids in the class say "Hi Kate! Hi Kate!" There was a stretch, recently, where she cried and was clingy when we dropped her off, so it's nice that she hasn't been doing that lately.

8:30-2:30. My usual day, which lately has been intensive training for a part-time copy-editing job and my regular Fantasy Index work.

2:45. Pick Jack up at school. Can't believe I've blogged every day for a month without talking about this. There's never anywhere to park, and I'm always wondering after parking if there will be a ticket on my car (or a dent) when I return. I see basically the same people every day, the ones I acknowledge with a nod, the ones I am glad to see and actually talk to, the ones I feel bad about seeing because I haven't talked to them, etc. It's like a high school dance all over again, it's strange. Nick's Mom comes over with a Nintendo game that her son, Nick, said Jack gave him. I said, we don't have a Nintendo system, so he must have meant someone else. (Later we discover Jack actually did give it to Nick. "I found it on the floor," he explains.)

Jack comes out and runs over. That's always fun. And then he sheds himself of his backpack and disappears. Not as much fun.

3:00. At home, Jack and I have a snack, play with Bakugans, do his homework. For his "Z" homework, he has to draw all the zoo animals he can think of. If I remember to attach the picture, you'll see: It's awesome.

4:00. I tell Jack we're going to get dinner at McDonalds tonight. He is delirious with happiness.

4:30. Jack makes a picture for Kate with all the letters of the alphabet and a bunch of different colors, too -- "to help her learn." I tell him that's incredibly nice of him, because it is. He's something else.

5:00. We go to pick up Kate, then head to the grocery store to get a muffin mix for Emily to make for his school the next day. I pile them both into a cart and we scream dangerously around the store to get the two things we need. They laugh a lot.

6:00. At home eating McDonalds. At some point I burp. This cracks them both up, especially Kate, so I do it again. They laugh harder. Sorry, Emmy. They also each have toast. And green beans. The latter because I want to get a veggie in there, and the former because I think McDonald's gives out smaller portions these days. All of us were still hungry. So then we ate half a cake and felt better.

7:00. Dancing in the kitchen. I put on Nick Cave's "Supernaturally" and they leap and crash about. It doesn't get old.

7:30. Bath for Kate, shower for Jack. I instruct Jack what to do, and he chips in with updates. "Now I'm washing my booty!" he says. Awesome.

8:00. I read them "Charlie and Lola" and kiss them both good night. As I'm putting Jack to bed, we hear Emily come in, and Jack's very excited. She comes in to say good night, and I go downstairs to start this blog. It's been a day, and a month.

Swimming with Jack

Jack's swimming class wasn't held this week, so I took him swimming at the YMCA. As we changed and walked to the pool, I told Jack, OK, we're going to do your class. You pretend that I'm the teacher, and you're the student, and you tell me what you normally do. He was good with that.

I got in the water and swum about 10-15 feet out. What happens first, I said. "Well, first the teacher says hi to us, and asks how we're doing." Hi Jack. "Hi!" How are you doing? "I'm good. OK, then we usually jump in the water and swim out to the teacher." He jumped in with a big splash and swam out to me. I need to stress again, the last time we did this, probably a month or six weeks ago, he wasn't at all comfortable in water over his head. But here we were in 4-5 feet of water, and he was happily splashing his way out to me, dog paddling, treading water, somewhat clumsily swimming, but completely at ease.

He reached me, I caught him as his teacher normally did, and threw him back in the direction of the edge. He swam back to the edge. "OK," he said, "and we do that a second time." So he did that once more.

When he got back to the edge he said, "Then we have free play." So he sort of splashed along at the edge a little, played with this little toy action figure we'd found near the pool, grabbed onto the rope separating the lanes. Then he said, "OK! Now we do some back floats." He came out to me and just flopped over onto his back. It occurred to me he should eat more.

"Then we swim another lap, from the edge to the teacher to the railing -- we'll use the railing because there are usually two teachers -- and back to the edge. And then, after that, we tread water for 15 seconds. So let me do that." OK, I said. He did his lap, and then he came to tread water. I counted out loud. After 10 seconds he seemed to be laboring. At 12, I was a little worried, and at 13 I grabbed him. He said, "That was good, we actually tread water for THIRTEEN seconds, so you were right to stop me." No problem, Jack.

We tossed a little ball around, and the action figure, for a while after that, then got out -- freezing cold -- and wrapped up in towels. Then it was back to the locker room, to shower, towel off, and go get Kate. Next week Jack will be back in his class again, and I'll be over at the side watching. But I think it will feel a little more like I'm in there with him.

Bakugans, etc.

In the old days (when I was a kid) we used to play cards after dinner, either group solitaire (we all could play on each others' Aces), or Yahtzee, or whatever. Today the Richardson family also engaged in a post-dinner game: Bakugan.

I'm not going to look too deeply into the origins of this game, and odds are even if I did, it wouldn't match up with whatever it was we did. Basically, the Bakugans are little plastic toys that fold into a spheroid shape, and pop out when striking the floor or some other object with enough force, taking the shape of some sort of dragon or other fantastic creature. Jack has one the size of a baseball (in spheroid form) and a bunch about the size of a ping pong. And those were what we played with this evening.

As Jack instructed, the four of us sat down on the living room floor ("criss cross applesauce?" suggested Kate hopefully). We selected our Bakugan, and Jack explained the rules. He would say "Go!" and we'd roll our little spheres forward. I found that he was holding his longer than I was, plus he was saying something garbled as he rolled it. I asked him about it. "You have to say their name," he said, and added "Mine is Dragonoid!" I said, but I don't know what mine's name is.

Jack looked at it. "You have Aquirian." Huh? "Aquirian. Aqua Arian. Aquarian!" OK, I said.

We rolled again, and again. Jack explained who won after each throw. "Mommy and I both won. Kate, you lose. Daddy, you win too." Kate: "I want to win!!!!" Daddy: Kate, I bet you'll win next time. (She didn't, but Mommy made her think she'd thrown one that DID win, so she was happy.) "I win. Daddy and Mommy win. OK, now everyone take a different one...."

At one point, Kate wanted to be in charge. Jack protested, because it was HIS game, after all, but we convinced him to grudgingly let her lead one turn. She got in front and beamed, then said, "OK, when I say 'Go,' you..." I threw mine. You said go, I explained. She said, "No!!!!" But she was laughing. And she gave it back to me. And said, "You only throw it when I say 'go'..." And we all threw ours. And there was lots of silly, goofy laughter.

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I put Jack to bed, and he was philosophical. "What's the most important part of the body?" And I said, well, the brain, I guess, because it controls everything. Or maybe the heart, because it sends the blood around to everywhere in your body. He said, "what about your legs?" And I said, well, the brain tells them what to do...and the heart sends blood there so they can do it. And he said, "Oh, yeah." Then: "Oh, and the brain is also important, because it's how you THINK." And I said, right.

And he said, "OH, and if you didn't have a heart you couldn't love, right?" And I said, right, Jack.

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I thought he was asleep, when he said, "And the least important part is the belly button."

Day 28, football, and bedtime for Kate

Jack and I played football in play room today. It was sort of cold out, and just because actual athletes have to go out in freezing temperatures doesn't mean we have to.

It's easy to crack Jack up in this game. Pretending not to look is a good one, and still catching it. Letting it hit me in the head and then making a silly face is another crowd pleaser. Throwing it back almost as fast as I catch it, playing one off the wall...all good fun. And usually he wins, in part because I'm playing one-handed and it's tough, and in part because I'd hate to win and miss out on his silly, booty-shaking dance when he wins.

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So I"m putting Kate to bed, and I thought I'd try again to tell her I had a nice evening with her. So I said, I had a nice night with you tonight, Katie.
"What?!!!!"
I had a nice night with you tonight.
"What are you TALKING about?! Night?!"
Sigh. Good night, Katie.

Day 27!

I'm feeling the need to do a recap here! But I won't. Not today anyway.

We all went to church this morning. Emily goes most weeks, and brings the kids; I go occasionally. Not much during football season, a little more this time of year.

So we bring crayons and paper for the kids, and they color and draw and we try to keep them relatively still in the pews during the opening words. Today Kate was in her dancing around mood, which meant she walked up and down the pew, from Grandma to Emily to me and back again. Jack contentedly draws pictures, all the more elaborate each time. Once he drew a picture of him in the backyard on their little swingset. Kind of cute.

Then they go down to Sunday School, which for Kate mean playing in what I take to be the daycare area and for Jack means various activities, sometimes coloring picture stories involving Biblical figures, sometimes making crafts of some sort, and today making some really tasty pretzels. When church was over, we went down and collected him, and while we waited, the teacher had some great things to say about him. How he's very bright, and nice to all the other kids. Helpful and kind. It's been a good week for hearing people say nice things about Jack.

Then we all snacked on pretzels and headed home.

playing catch

Jack and I played catch in the backyard today. As always, we started out with me pitching to him, and he'd hit a few good ones and I'd pretend to try to field them before he circled the imaginary bases. About a week ago I introduced the gloves and playing catch with a real baseball, or a "soft strike" which is the size of a baseball but slightly softer I guess? Dunno, feels much like a real baseball.

Anyway, since he starts baseball, or Tee Ball, this spring, I figured I needed to introduce him to the idea that there's more to baseball than just batting. Last week I was tossing it to him underhand and he had no idea how to manipulate a glove or anything; he wanted to put it on the wrong hand, and sort of waved at throws. I was careful not to throw it too near his head because the odds of him getting his glove up were slim.

Then we played a second time on I believe Thursday, just about 5-10 minutes. And then today I said, OK, let's play a little catch, figuring I'd slowly build him up to it, and he'd catch on gradually.

We played catch for somewhere between half an hour and an hour, breaking only for a few minutes here and there. And he got it. After 10 minutes, I was throwing overhand. After 15, he was throwing balls I had to reach up to catch, and I was moving further away.

That's what it feels like, to teach somebody something and have him all of a sudden just get it. It was great.

He still caught fewer than got by him, either because my throw was slightly off or he didn't react quickly enough. A lot bounced off his glove, one hit him in the jaw off the edge of his glove (he started to cry for just a moment, mostly startled I think, then caught himself, and actually physically "shook it off," bouncing up and down and shaking his head until he was OK, and said, "I'm OK"). But a bunch of them he caught, getting his glove up, hearing the ball smack into it, being pleased with himself.

I showed him a few kooky grips. This is a knuckleball. This is a forkball. Jack: "A forkball? Why don't they call it a 'Peace Ball'? Since you have your two fingers like this." And I laughed and said, I dunno, I guess the pitch is older than the peace sign is?

We'd played the first time with Laney out in the backyard, and her jumping up and trying to get the ball from our hands, or picking it up off the ground in her mouth and running off with it. That was a bit complicated. I'd forgotten it until Jack said today, out of the blue, "You know, this is a lot more relaxing without Laney here." He had a fair point, there.

A couple of times we took a break, and I thought it would be the end of it. But he said, "I'm ready, let's keep playing catch." And so we did.

I think I could have thrown that ball back and forth forever.

didn't see them much today

Emily took a day off, and Jack had an after school class where he learned how to take apart a carburetor and I assume put it back together. So Emily spent the day with Kate, and Jack didn't get home until dinnertime. It was an unusual day.

8:15 a.m. Kate and I dropped Jack off at school. As we were at the curb, with a long line of cars behind us and Jack was getting out, he suddenly turned and started telling a story. I kind of yelled something along the lines of, "Jack, GET OUT." He paused his story and agreeably got out, saying hello to Mrs. S as he headed in. I felt a little bad about yelling for the next hour or so.

8:45 a.m. I gave Kate 2nd breakfast. Waffle, milk, which is noteworthy because she didn't spill it. It's been a bad week for that.

9:00-12. Emily home. She and Kate watched Cinderella and did puzzles and stuff. I cleaned Jack's fish tank and heard snippets of them watching the movie; Kate spent the first 20 minutes wanting to watch something else, then got into it. I went out and did errands, went to the gym, and brought back lunch, burgers fries and shakes.

12:30. Kate drank her chocolate shake and we forced her to squeeze in a bite or two of her burger. She told us something about how if you touched the shake your hands got very cold, but if you put them on the table they warmed up. It was interesting.

1-6 p.m. I worked my various jobs. Busy afternoon. Jack got home and we ate pizza.

7-8 p.m. In the kitchen, we tidied and I filled out office forms while the kids colored in the Charlie and Lola coloring book, drew pictures, got marker all over the table (they simply can NOT draw a picture without going all the way to the edge with the markers. I beg them to leave a white border but they simply won't have it. Alas.), and then danced crazily to music. Kate went out, put on my sneakers, and danced in them, shuffling her feet in shoes to heavy for her to lift her feet. Jack has some pretty wild dance moves, sliding to his knees, doing karate chops with his hands, spinning about. It's impressive.

I think I shall make a point to see them more this weekend than I did today.

random stuff on Day 24!

On the way to the library after school, I mentioned to Jack that his swimming was postponed next week, some kind of break or whatever. Then I said, but hey, we can go swimming at the YMCA pool, OK? And he said, "Great!" And I said, all right, it's a date. And he said, "Well, not a DATE, like you're going out with somebody's girlfriend or something." He's 6.

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At the library, we didn't have to walk past the statue of the bull. Or the buffalo. I'm really not sure, it's one of those things. We parked on the other side of the lot. But as we walked out of the library, and headed down the stairs, Jack said he wanted to go say Hi to the bull. Or buffalo. So he ran the 100 or so feet down the walkway the other way, climbed on, and sat there happily for a few minutes. Then I waved him back, and we got back in the car and went off to get Kate.

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Jack and I played Nerf football, T ball, and catch in the backyard. Gotta work on the playing catch. He had no idea what he was doing. I feel bad. That will be a regular activity the next couple of weeks.

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Putting Kate to bed, I read her "Go, Dog, Go." On every page with the dogs in cars -- there are 4 or 5 of them -- she counts the cars. So I'm trying to read, Stop, Dog, Stop, and she's reaching across me to touch each of the cars, counting, "One....Two...Three...Four....Five...Six.... SEVEN! Seven, Daddy!"

road trip

When we go to swimming class at SUNY Purchase, there are a couple of "speedbumps" on the way across campus. Basically they're cobblestone crosswalks that cross the road, causing you to bounce crazily over them, and forcing you to slow down if you haven't already.

Kate used to go to swimming there, and I think she was the first one to get a kick out of going over them. "Bouncy road!" she'd say. Then Jack started noticing it, too. And then once when I went out there with both of them, Kate said, "Are we going over the bouncy road?" And then she turned to Jack and said, "We're going over the bouncy road, Jack!" As we went over, they both laughed.

So NOW when we go over, I've started setting the stage first. Well, looks like there's no bouncy road anymore, I announce...right before we go over, and we all bounce around and laugh. And then after that, it becomes, well, I guess there was just that one....Whoa! And we bounce over the next one, and everyone laughs again.

Jack took the lead on the joke today. We're driving across campus, and Jack says, "Well, there's not a bouncy road anymore. It's too bad....AAAAAAAAA!" And I'm watching him in the rear-view mirror, and he's got a big grin on his face as he's starting the joke, and then laughing like a maniac when we go over.

I chip in with, well, I guess there's just that one, and Jack adds, "Yep, there are no more bouncy road, they've fixed the rest of them." And then we hit the next one, and I see Jack just in hysterics over his joke, and my joke, and going over the bouncy road again.

It's almost better than the actual swimming class now. But not quite.

building stuff

When I picked Jack up at school, he was happy, and clinging on to his friend Dylan, with whom he wanted to have a playdate. I said sure, but Dylan was being picked up by somebody other than his Mom, so it didn't happen.

Jack ran around the playground a little. At one point I lost sight of him, for several minutes. Then I spotted him: he was hiding, from me, behind the basketball hoop. Yes, he's kind of thin. He stepped out and made a big show of laughing it up. I decided to let him have his fun, this time, not letting on that I had begun to get worried.

I let him help me build a second desk for my office today. It was a fairly standard, Target-sold thing, which required only a couple of screwdrivers and some precision, but he enjoyed it, and we didn't break the thing. I let him turn the big screws, and put in the pieces with a "J" sticker on them, much to his delight.

At night, he colored in the Charlie and Lola coloring book either he or Kate had received for Christmas (Kate I believe). He drew a happy picture of himself, an alien with eight eyes, and an elephant (spelled elefunt, heh). He drew faces of different expressions, doing quite a nice job with "cross," and "embarrassed."

He told Emily with some degree of dismay that he has a lot of work in kindergarten, because he's smarter than other kids. We're looking into that one. It seems a little early to feel overworked.

Gave Kate her bath tonight. She freaked out at a small piece of soap in the water. That was a new one. I knew she didn't like bugs and the like, but pieces of soap? I held it in my hand to show her it wasn't hurting me. She looked at me doubtfully. She'd settled down at bedtime, for Smiley Shark and Swing on a Star. Fortunately.

Day 21

Gave our puppy away today. Tough call but one we felt we had to make for our family.

I told Jack about it on the way home from school. He gave me the puppy dog eyes. "Why?" Well, we didn't feel she was the right dog for us.... He was kind of sad, but I sort of talked him down with general concerns we had. I said, you know, she'll go live with another family, maybe one that doesn't have small kids, which would be better for her. "And we'll get another puppy?" Well, another puppy, or dog, or maybe a cat. But yes, we'll have another pet.

We sat in a comfy chair for a little bit. He was kind of sad, but we went down and played football in the playroom, and used his pull-back racing cars on the table, and he was happy.

Told Kate on the way home from preschool. With Jack I had kind of laid the groundwork for the possibility in the morning, not with her. Her eyes got wide. "But I liked her!" And I said, well, we all liked her. But we weren't sure she was right for us, and I think you were a little nervous around her. "No I WASN'T," she said indignantly, forgetting all the times we had to lift her from her kitchen stool over the gate to the dining room and back again. Kate was quiet the rest of the way home. Later, she was singing Jingle Bells at the top of her lungs in the living room, so I think she'll move on even easier than the rest of us.

And one day we'll get another dog, or cat, or robot, and Jack or Kate or both will draw nice pictures of that one, too.

Day 20!!!!!!

Our puppy nipped at my ankles and fingers a lot today. I took Kate tricycle riding and at times she was good, and at times she just didn't want to pedal and would sit there and roll backwards on a slight incline. At one point she wanted to get off and push, naturally at the same time the puppy was pulling me the other way. Jack was worn out from a pretty active day, and consequently a little whiny in the evening. He went to a party where there was plenty of pizza but only ate one slice, so was hungry when he got home. Kate asked for noodles for dinner, then had to be prodded to eat them. Plus she spilled her milk, which is a sadly frequent occurrence. She doesn't seem to mind. I won't get into the minor bathroom issues with both of them which crop up every once in a while; suffice to say there were some annoyances here and there. And I'm tired.

But hey, Day 20 of the 31-day blog! Whoo-hoo!

sports stuff

Jack and I played baseball in the backyard today. It's basically just pitching and hitting, but he sets up little bases which he runs after a big hit (or runs in the vicinity of if I field the ball and am chasing him; "we only have to run PAST third base," he explains). It occurred to me today that since he starts organized T-ball next month, I'm going to need to work on fielding, throwing, catching, all that stuff. A little more work than just hitting pitches. As I put him to bed, him grasping that he'd be playing the field and stuff, he said, "What if I get hit in the eye with the ball?" I said, well, it would hurt. But you'll be OK, and then afterward you'll get ice cream. Plus, I've never actually seen anyone get hit in the eye in T-ball, so you should be OK.

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Took Jack bike riding today. Have realized he needs to learn without training wheels. So we went to the playground and an empty basketball court, and he rode around with training wheels...with the wheels raised some....with only ONE training wheel....and finally without them, but with me holding the handlebars and running around with him, or his arm, or the seat. I couldn't quite bring myself to let go today, because he absolutely would have gone sprawling, and I guess I wasn't ready for it. Wanted it to be positive and all. Anyway, next week we'll go again, and hopefully he won't get skinned up too badly when I let the bike go. He seemed nervous but happy about the whole thing, so that's something.

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Finished the day throwing around a Nerf football in the backyard, one I bought yesterday and introduced today. Took me back to playing it with my Dad, years and years ago. I would swear we played all through middle school and high school, and went through a dozen or more Nerf footballs. That's my memory anyway. I thought of it the whole time I threw it around with Jack, and after.

groceries, etc.

Jack wrote up a grocery list a couple of nights ago. He expressed dismay when I went to the grocery store yesterday and didn't follow it. "I gave you a list for the store!" he said, exasperated.

Here it is.

Hot dogs
chicen nogets
pizza
ice craem
cookies
bannanas
steak
frosted flakes
hunny nuts
dog treats
blue berrys
rasberrys
strawberrys

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Beautiful day today. When we picked up Jack from school, he and Kate played on the playground for about 15 minutes. They climbed up the jungle gym, both of them, fearlessly. I spotted Kate, sure she'd go head over heels (but didn't). Jack "raced" his friends to the basketball hoop, all the way across the schoolyard.

At home, we walked into the backyard, and both of them freaked out; one of them saw a bee. Then Kate freaked out moments later; there were some gnats or whatever flying about. Kate, in fact, was completely spooked for the rest of the afternoon, even going inside while Jack and I played in the backyard -- fighting Laney for possession of baseballs and badminton racquets and the like. Fearless on the playground, fearful of nature; as Emily put it, she's not afraid of the things that can actually hurt her.

In the front, where there were no gnats, they drew some with sidewalk chalk. Jack drew the longest hopscotch board ever. Kate drew the letter H over and over again. "I'm drawing Hs," she explained. We rode bikes down the street, me walking Laney, helping Kate not go too fast on a downslope or roll backwards on an uphill stretch on her tricycle. Jack reminded me they were supposed to be wearing helmets, good job Jack, you're right. That and the sheer difficulty of managing my three young charges led to us cutting the walk short.

Later, Emily and Jack played baseball in the backyard with the new bat and ball I'd bought earlier. According to Jack, he won 16-1. "Mommy, you should have got at least 2," he pointed out.

Maybe we'll get him something off his grocery list tomorrow.

good life

Jack and Kate's new after school activity is to run around the backyard encouraging Laney to chase them. Of course, neither of them want Laney to actually catch them (especially Kate, who's still very wary of her). So Laney is on a leash, and I'm on the other end of it. Running.

It's nice, though, to see Kate a little braver these days. "It's my turn, Jack. Laney, chase me! Laney!" And then she starts off running. She's a good runner. She usually makes a beeline for the shed and stands next to the back corner, at which point Laney corners her, Kate gives a little "Eek!" and I drag Laney away. But, they have fun.

Inside this afternoon, I hear Jack yelling for me in the backyard. I go out on the deck. What's up, Jack? "I found a three-leaf clover!!!!!!!" Uh, Jack, the three-leaf are the common ones....it's the four-leaf ones that are rare. I try to tell him gently, but he's clearly disappointed. Next time I'll just say Wow!

At dinner, we're talking about Jack's playdate, and he mentions he had Nilla wafers. I said, Wow, they still make Nilla wafers? I had those when I was a kid...I think my grandmother used to give them to us. She was your GREAT grandmother, Jack. (Kate's mind is kind of blown by all this, incidentally; she has no concept of a great grandmother.)

Jack says, But she died, right? And I say, well yes, she'd be very very old if she were still alive today. But she lived until she was 95 years old.

Jack's eyes get wide, and he says, "95 years old? That's a good life!" You're right, Jack.

Sunny day

The weather was nice outside today. Emily took the afternoon off, and we both took Jack to his swimming class. I go every week, so I see the more gradual improvement, but she hadn't been for more than a month, so she was pretty amazed. We watched as he threw his arms high in the air to do his strokes, lunged through the water at the start of his swimming run, and raised his hand to be chosen for different activities. Afterward, she showered him with praise, and meant it.

We picked up Kate a little early. She seemed pleased that we were all there. "And there's Mommy, and Daddy, and Jack!" We headed home, and since it was nice, we played out in the yard a little bit. Laney ran around, Jack slipped in the mud, Kate was alternately brave and fearful of Laney.

We then took the party around the block. Walking with a puppy, you get a lot of "Ooh, puppy!" and "Wait a minute!" as a little girl ran in the back yard to get a parent, so she could make sure it was OK to pet Laney. Then we saw Jack's friend Nick, riding his bike -- and I realized I have to get Jack out practicing on his bike so he can ditch the training wheels, good grief -- and played a bit in his back yard, chatted with his Mom, heard Kate deliver some ear-piercing screams when she was surprised by a dog the size of a Buick, and generally enjoyed the nice weather. Much later it occurred to me we wouldn't have gone on that walk if we didn't have a dog.

Nice day out.

Day with Jack

Had Jack at home today, some Superintendents conference at his school or something. We went to the bank, ate breakfast at the diner (he ordered pancakes, craned his neck to watch the fish at the aquarium one table over, and ate my bacon), took Laney on a long walk, and played Checkers (he won) and Parcheesi (I did), just barely.

Late in the afternoon, we switched on the TV and he got to see his first-ever Bugs Bunny cartoon. Much to my relief it was not one of the newer, lame ones, but instead the one with the Bullfight. He laughed uproariously in all the right places, most notably when Bugs led the bull on a dainty dance across the ring.

Before picking up Kate, we went to the grocery store, and as we left, Jack noticed, as he always does, the sign for Loews Theatres. At that point, this conversation ensued.

"We should go see a movie." Well, I said, we have to get Kate in 10 minutes.

"We should go see one that's just ending, and then go get Kate." So, you think we should pay to see the last 10 minutes of some movie, and then get Kate afterward?

"I didn't think we'd have to pay, we could just get tickets out of the machine, right?" Jack, we'd have to buy the tickets. Everything costs money.

"What about drawing a picture? That doesn't cost money." Well, you have to buy the paper and the markers.

"What about reading a book?" Well, you had to buy the book. Jack, everything costs money.

"EVERYTHING doesn't cost money. What about falling down? Falling down doesn't cost money." Well...what if you hurt yourself? You might have to go see the doctor. Or buy a band-aid.

"Well, but what if you fell down and a band-aid was right on the street next to you." Pause. OK, I guess you're right, in that case it wouldn't cost money.

"See, everything doesn't cost money!"

You're right, Jack.

Football

With the NFL in lockout, awesome, Jack and I nevertheless continue playing our indoor football game. We play in the playroom, in the short side of the L-shaped room. (The long side wouldn't work because my computer is at one end and a TV at the other. Plus our throws would hit the ceiling if we were further apart.) As it is our field is about 25 feet or so, maybe a little more, which is fine.

We use a mini-Jets football, about the size of a grapefruit. But you know, football-shaped. If we misplace it, or it gets stuck behind the TV, we switch to the mini-Patriots football. And yes, sometimes when Jack isn't looking I bash them together like they're the helmets on Monday Night Football's pregame show. I play on my knees, because otherwise all my throws would hit the ceiling, and I'm only allowed to make catches with one hand, because otherwise I'd clobber him. I mean, he's 6, and I have a lifetime of playing minimally athletic games.

Anyway, we usually play to about 30. He zips me one, I catch it or not, I zip it back. We're getting pretty good at it; I think we snagged eight in a row, collectively, today. The problem comes if I get a lead, at which point he sails throws well over my head (again, I play from my knees), or into the carpet. Sometimes I respond with one he can't catch, usually just throwing it a little faster than normal. But generally I play fair, and encourage him to do the same, although granted he typically wins. Because if he didn't, I wouldn't get to see him do his victory dance, with him spiking the ball and all that.

Looking forward to taking the game outside before much longer. Because my knees are kind of killing me.

dancing in the kitchen

sometimes after dinner, cleaning up dishes, i'll put music on, and one or both of the kids will wander in and dance. sometimes i'll join in, sometimes watch and enjoy, it varies.

so tonight the song was the up-tempo Hoodoo Gurus song "I want you back". And in walks Kate, in a sweater dress, wearing Emily's running shoes, and holding a tiny wooden American flag.

she listens for a minute, asks what the song is, then starts smiling, dancing, and waving the flag. but since the sneakers were so big on her, she couldn't lift her feet. so she kind of shuffled her feet, bouncing up and down in place, and waving the flag, impressively in time with the music. it was beautiful and awesome.

I joined in.