I've never heard of another family whose Christmas tradition includes a talent show. But, for many years our extended family has gathered at Keith's sister's for a meal, goodies, and a talent show. I guess we're a bit odd. Here's Bryce and Ellen singing a rewritten version of Jingle Bells that we rewrote again and customized for Daniel and his truck.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Yes, Your Highness
Aunt Susie is spending Christmas with us this year. Not just Christmas, but eleven full days and nights. Yesterday (day 5) she had this to say:
Umm, Cindy, at my group home they give me my coffee first thing in the morning. I would appreciate it if you would to the same.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Poop happens
I had the following conversation with my 16-year-old last Saturday after leaving Gabe with the 13-year-old, who went out to shovel and left Gabe in the care of the 16-year-old (all quite acceptable to me).
Phone: Ring, Ring
Me: Hello?
Teen: Umm, where are you?
Me: At Dana's, painting.
Teen: When will you be home?
Me: Not for hours.
Teen: Gabe messed his pants and it's down to his knees and up his back and on his neck.
Me: Oh.
Teen: (after a long pause) What should I do?
Me: Clean him up and give him a bath.
Teen: How do I give him a bath?
Me: (thinking, "really? you're asking me this question? he's 4 years not 4 months.)
Umm, it's just like you taking a bath only you put him in the tub.
Teen: (very dejected) OK......bye.
The fact is, he didn't really need to know how to give a kid a bath. He was desparately trying to find a way to get out of a very unpleasant task and what he really meant was, "could you please come home and relieve me of this way too grown up responsibility?".
In the end, Gabe got clean. He was even pre-rinsed, the tub was filled and then emptied, filled again and Mr. Gabe was washed well.
So, there's something to put on the resume--able to bathe a head-to-toe-soiled four-year-old.
Next lesson--what to do with the soiled laundry of a four-year-old....
Phone: Ring, Ring
Me: Hello?
Teen: Umm, where are you?
Me: At Dana's, painting.
Teen: When will you be home?
Me: Not for hours.
Teen: Gabe messed his pants and it's down to his knees and up his back and on his neck.
Me: Oh.
Teen: (after a long pause) What should I do?
Me: Clean him up and give him a bath.
Teen: How do I give him a bath?
Me: (thinking, "really? you're asking me this question? he's 4 years not 4 months.)
Umm, it's just like you taking a bath only you put him in the tub.
Teen: (very dejected) OK......bye.
The fact is, he didn't really need to know how to give a kid a bath. He was desparately trying to find a way to get out of a very unpleasant task and what he really meant was, "could you please come home and relieve me of this way too grown up responsibility?".
In the end, Gabe got clean. He was even pre-rinsed, the tub was filled and then emptied, filled again and Mr. Gabe was washed well.
So, there's something to put on the resume--able to bathe a head-to-toe-soiled four-year-old.
Next lesson--what to do with the soiled laundry of a four-year-old....
Thursday, December 2, 2010
"When I Say I Do"
I took a video with my camera so I could capture a bit of the wedding and Chet playing and singing. They caught me a little by surprise.
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