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New posts in a new location…

31 May

I have moved the blog onto my own server, so expect updates at:

Http://www.vintagebat.com/blog

Thanks so much for reading, and I’ll see you over there!

Lewis Ginter is exhausting.

16 May

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Snappy Mother’s Day

11 May

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Our Little Math Nerd…

28 Mar Nails

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No, thank you!

13 Feb

Castor is saying more and more (up, down, more, no, horse, fish, etc). My favorite new edition to his vocabulary is “Thank You!”, identifiable more by tone and context then the actual phonics. Here’s hoping that one sticks!

Castor is also expert enough in his climbing that the chairs in our dining room can’t stay at the table. If we forget, he is there in a heartbeat, throwing our food, Moon’s homework, and whatever else he finds to the floor.

Pollux is content with his vocabulary of animal noises. “Moo!” “Baa!” “Hoo!” “Caw!” “Roar!” get us through our day, with lots of time spent on books like “Who says Moo?” and “Dear Zoo”.

Pollux is a great physical mimic; he kicks balls, attempts rolls, and is fascinated when Moon practices her Kung-Fu. It’s been impressive to see what he can accomplish.

And much to her delight, they both say, “Moon!”. They would happily follow her anywhere. If I was ever the subject of such adoration from my younger sibling, I did not deserve it.

Giving Thanks…

25 Nov 2008

So, so much to be thankful for.  Right now, the little girl who has continued a Thanksgiving Tradition since her birth is much of it:

Thanksgiving, 2010. Our Turkey is getting a bit big for the pan.

2009

2008

2007

2006

2005

2004

Hope Thanksgiving finds you with full bellies and good company.

Castor takes up Baby Care

15 Nov

 

Those babysitting jobs are gonna be rolling in after this.

Sketches

9 Oct

“Luke Skywalker is a whiny little brat.”  Page flip.  “Princess Leia Organa is a spoiled little princess, who tries to be effective but is constrained by stereotypes of her gender.”  Page flip.  “Han Solo is a scruffy looking Nerf-herder.”  Page flip. “Chewbacca is even scruffier looking.”

Somehow, “Star Wars Heroes” the picture book sounds different when Mr. Damn reads it.

Castor stole part of my sandwich.  He was so pleased with himself, and I winced as he brought the Turkey covered in wasabi to his lips.  But, oh!  For a picture of his face as the spicy condiment hit his lips and tongue!  He hurriedly pulled the offending food from his mouth, examined it, and then began to laugh.  I wondered what was funny, until he, still laughing, began trying to get Pollux to eat it.  The love of brothers.

First day of Big Kid School.

7 Sep
First Day of Kindergarten!

First Day of Kindergarten!

Wow. How did we end up here?

On boxes and bureaucracies…

22 Aug

Been negotiating all the muddied waters of a move — where is the ..?  What is this, and why did we pack it..?  Where can we keep this?

Everything gets lost, because nothing has a Place yet.  But slowly the boxes are dwindling.  I have a small card with a bad photo and a Virginia address on it.  Curtins are up in many of the windows.  First bills for services here have begun to arrive.  Art is being hung on the walls.

Kevin has added the extra work of navigating school to his load.  Orientations, rehearsals, social meetings, and scheduling all of the above are beginning to demand his time.

Moon still has weeks to go, and we hope to find out her teacher’s name next week.  For now, she reads through Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets as her bedtime story, plays with her brothers, and sleeps on a mat on the floor (a bed arrives next week).  We work our way slowly through the generic school supply list provided by her new school (four eight ounce bottles of glue, un-labled.  24 crayons, each with name), knowing more lists will come when classroom specifics are nailed down.  I find myself wishing I could linger on the time with her, knowing it will be gone soon.  But then one of the boys gets into something he shouldn’t, and the moment for any wistful anything is gone.

Pollux is standing on his own now, doing deep knee bends and applauding his own performance.  He is so very pleased with himself.  And also so very frustrated by what he cannot do — tantrums are starting to rear their ugly head, complete with fists and feet hitting the floor.

Castor remains more even keel, general smiling and happy but less exhuberant than his brother (and has yet to tantrum).  He plays happily on his own or with others, and is speaking more and more clearly.  Less vocabulary, more easily understood when he does speak.  He can climb to the back of our couch, onto chairs, beds, etc on his own.  If things are quiet, someone is into something they shouldn’t be.

Words in the general vocabulary now are: “Kitty!” (both) “Hi!” (Castor), “Dog!” (Pollux), “Look!” (Pollux), “Duck!” (Pollux).

I have a library card here now, which seems a strange combination of badge of honor and guilty betrayal.  Will most likely try and take the kids to “Book Babies” and “Preschool Storytime” at our local branch this next week while Kevin is busy with school obligations.  More on our new locale later, when things are less tired.