- Official family pictures CD arrived. Rachel will probably post some highlights soon. I hadn't realized how thin my hair has gotten on top. At least the kids are photogenic! (Although catching Isaac smiling is a challenge.)
- Rachel: "Every time I fold laundry he wants to play Underwear Gun." Matthew runs by the folding station while Rachel tries to shoot him with the elastic waistband. (This is harder than it looks: Daddy is a lousy Underwear Gunner.)
- Matthew will unpredictably choose to take things he learns Way Too Seriously. Latest example: healthy foods discussion at school. For about a week he didn't want to eat anything without asking "Is it healthy?" first, and complaining if it wasn't. Public service announcement: you're a skinny little boy. IT'S OKAY TO HAVE SOME PIZZA.
- Watched the Paris and NJ segments of "No Reservations." I liked it ("One thing you get from growing up in New Jersey is a sense of humor"), but Rachel was underwhelmed. Having one segment in the first show set in a strip club didn't help. We liked "Pushing Daisies" more, although I'm already tired of the narrator.
- Matthew: "Numbers never stop. Not even when you die."
- Matthew (while picking up the DVDs Isaac pulled off the shelf): "I'm not grumpy. I'm just mad at Isaac."
- Rachel really enjoyed watching General Relief Society Meeting this year: Andrea was in the choir, right behind/in front of the conductor.
- Isaac is sleeping through the night about 50% of the time now. Hurrah!
- Me: "Do you hear Isaac noises?" Rachel: "Yes. I think he's in the recycling." Something plastic clatters onto the floor. Neither of us gets up. Such is the lot of a third child.
- "Cool! Dad, cool! The flowers do that! When they're in the water." "Look at those flowers! The water's going down, down!" "The flowers died. They tumbled, so they died." "Oh, pretty fish! I saw a pretty fish, Dad! Pretty fish! People feed fish, right, Daddy? Fish is good for you, right Dad? Fish is yummy! I tried fish, and I liked them! a long time ago!" -- about five minutes of Melissa watching Fantasia
- The difference between Matthew's more abstract pieces and what you see on the walls of "artistic" restaurants downtown is only the choice of medium. (And I mean this more as an indictment of the shallowness of modern art, than as praise of my son.) I need to get that boy some oil paints. This could be lucrative.
- Me: [describes how good Rachel's from-scratch brownies and carrot cake are]. Mom: "I'll bet you've gained 10 pounds, haven't you?" My mother's always looking out for me.
Matthew was nicknamed "Peanut" by his mother shortly after birth. How shortly, we're not really sure anymore; within the first few sleep-deprived days is all we remember. Matthew never did go through that period of sleeping all the time that baby books tell you newborns are supposed to have. Since his first abnormally alert days he's just become more and more active, and at some point his uncle Grant conferred upon him the moniker Savage.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Peanuts
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Rats, I wish I'd known to look for Andrea!
Can you imagine what it's like by kid 7 and 8? "Was that scream blood-curdling, or was it just an average scream?" "Just an average one, I think." "OK, no worries, then."
Or, "Evie's going to get hurt trying to squeeze that cat until its eyes pop out . . . Well, I guess they will both learn something in just a moment--best not to disturb the process!"
If my "self" as a first-time mom could see me now, she would be utterly appalled!
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