Observing me lingering at home instead of hopping on my bike the other day, Finn asked, “Hey Dad, can I call you ‘Dingleberry,’ because I notice you keep hanging around.” :-p
The boy has been on a tear lately, working on puns for his classmate & periodically disappearing into his room to write jokes that he emerges to test out on us. Some recent faves:
- “What kind of school does a Toyota go to? Prius-school."
- “What do you call an otter that’s in the movies? Harry Otter.”
- “What did the guy say when he was flying around on a magic broom? 'This really sweeps me off my feet.’"
- “What did the chef use up on his new rolling pin? All his dough.”
- “What state does the Easter Bunny live in? Egguador.”
Thank you, he'll be here all week!
(A bored Finn, claiming "nothing to do" the other night)
F: "Well, I guess I'll just go ahead and do my homework, then."
Me: "Wow, kiddo, that's a great idea!"
F: "As Martin Luther King said, 'When you don't have anything to do, just do the right thing.'"
Me: "Really? He said that? How did you know about that?"
F: "Well...Martin Luther King didn't *really* say that. But it sounds like something he would say."
One man's trash is a smaller man's fancy headdress. Witness our style icons two years ago today.
Not content these days just to draw (which they've been doing a ton!), the gents have lately tried their hand at papercraft, constructing little buildings & vehicles. Here you can see their latest cityscape, home to numerous Lego minifigs:
After weeks of anticipation, Saturday night finally arrived & brought with it Finn's first sleepover at a friend's house. Henry & I biked with him to his buddy Gavin's & dropped him off for an afternoon of pizza, movies, and horseplay.
To make Hen feel a bit less left out, Margot suggested the great idea of staging a little sleepover/campout in our room. We rigged up a little blanket pup tent & transported in some favorite Richard Scarry books, Legos, and even some candy corn popcorn (!!) found & sent by our pal Maria. I love seeing the photos of Hen & me reading together, as I'm reminded of reading the funny papers with my dad. (I'll have to dig up & juxtapose the photos!)
Here's a little gallery of our sleepover.
The guys have been patiently waiting over the last month to finally carve the giant pumpkins they picked out. (Unlike in the chilly Midwest, pumpkins out here tend to rot about 5 minutes after they're carved, so we had to bide our time.) Henry designed a pretty solid owl, though as you can see in the gallery, he spent much of his time eating himself under the table—literally—with all kinds of corn (pop & candy). Finn meanwhile enjoyed breaking out the little carving kit we bought and fashioning some kind of diabolical weirdo. Mom-O reports that both were a hit with visiting trick-or-treaters.
On Saturday our intrepid scouts & I headed off to build & launch model rockets at "Rocket Into Scouting." Together with their buddy Emiliano & his dad, we (well, largely I) knocked together a few rocket kits while alternately wolfing down tacos & gluing our fingers together. Finn also tried his hand at a slingshot, firing dried beans into the great beyond, while Henry constructed a duct-tape wallet. Here are some shots of the day out.
Hen's traffic cone prayers have been answered: through Mom-O's help he's been transformed into a giant orange cone for Halloween! Finn is equally happy to have gone over to the Dark Side & become Lord Vader; Mom-O is resplendent in Dia de los Muertos make-up; and I'm discovering just how unforgiving a tight Star Trek tunic can be. ;-p Here's a little gallery from today's costume party at our friend Ella's house.
18 months old & licking a batter full of cookie dough? That's what we call getting a late start around here. Finnster & Dad-O during Grandma Nack's visit in 2009:
It's football season, and the guys have been cheering on the Fighting Irish right alongside Dad-O! Thanks especially to Grandma & Grandpa Nack for keeping them outfitted in blue, gold, and green.
Other Irish-y bits from history:
Oh, and let's hear it from the (much younger) guys themselves: Go Irish!
On this day, seven years ago, Finn tried a little bit of pumpkin (specifically the stems) while hanging out with our brand-new neighbor Maddie. Check out the shots below, as well as in this old gallery from the day.
The boys are sad, as we all are, at the passing of their beloved Grandma Liggett this past week. They keep mentioning the good times they had with her, so I thought it would be nice to show a little gallery compiled from Finn’s arrival onward.
On Friday Willow Glen's cutest zombies stage a flash mob outside the yogurt hut. In addition to the video below, here's a little set of photos I snagged before running back to work.
Two years ago today, kindergarten vocalist Finn demonstrated his new knowledge of the Spanish alphabet, sung in the style of Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell:
Ingredients: One cackling Hen...
...one free-wheeling looen...
...and one claw-wielding Doctor of Doom & Destruction :
Being a brave dad (aka KOBI, King of Bad Ideas), I volunteered to take our dudes plus their buddy Colton to the Salinas Air Show while Margot stayed back with Colton's mom Mara & younger siblings. We ended up having a ball, returning home with the same number of kids & fingers as we left with. It was particularly fun to see my old friend Hughes & his kids (a first air show for all three of them!) and to borrow his big camera lens. Here's a little gallery of the proceedings.
This weekend brought an unexpected treat: My old Notre Dame friend Bryan Mason, whom I hadn't seen in probably 20 years, paid us a visit as part of his West Coast sojourn down from Alaska (where he'd spent the summer working on a fishing boat). "I have to warn you," he jokingly told Margot and me upon arriving, "I'm pretty great with kids." And so he was, quickly immediately himself as "Tío [Uncle] Bryan," master builder of everything from Legos to sand castles.
We all had a ball taking him to a perfect beach day in Santa Cruz, and the boys were kind of blown away at all the help they got in building some epic volcanoes in the doomed "Financial City" (so named due to Henry plopping out a dozen little "banks" with a little sand mold). This morning Finn remarked, "I thought that with another adult around, it was going to be just 'talkity-talkity-talkity,' like usual at my birthday party or whatever—but it was super fun instead!" Henry enthusiastically concurred.
Here's a little gallery of the sandy goings-on.