Finnster & G-Man recently helped their Pasitos buddy Jesse celebrate his 4th b-day. Downside: They're not into spicy Mexican candy. Upside: Hen walked off with a papier-mâché dino leg in which to store future treats.
This post is a bit belated, but the party wasn't: Happy Birthday to our big, bright, blonde boy! We had a ball (my totally sore, bouncy-house-strained neck notwithstanding ;-)), and we'll post photos soon. Meanwhile, let's sing!
Hear the chaos!
See the uncooperative candles that keep threatening to go out!
Celebrate our big blonde guy turning 6!
Side Managers: noun. Each guy chooses a side of the shopping cart to hang off of, while (of course) reaching out and touching EVERYTHING in our path as we wind through the aisles.
Frescals: noun. Somewhat indeterminate. Applied to lots of items at the grocery store, and pronounced with super-zesty rolled R's, while being the most interesting side managers in the world. "Frrrrescals! You're a frrrrescal! That's a frrrescal!"
Scalliptions: noun. Also indeterminate. Applied to many items, people, behaviors, and actions. "These scalliptions are making me thirsty! Watch out, I've got a scalliption reserved for you!"
Itsy-bitsy-bitey-bo: phrase. Finny's re-styling of some of the lyrics from Lorde's "Royals" song. I believe the real lyrics are "it don't run in our blood."
Hom noms: noun. Crackers or cookies. Onomatopoetic - this is the sound a kid makes while eating delicious snack food.
Banana butts: noun. Describes the very tip at the bottom of the banana which sometimes has a grayish/black spot inside. These remain uneaten by Nacks under the age of 6.
Onesies, Flatties, Granules: nouns. Descriptive names of various small Legos. Onesies are the cubic Legos with one raised bump. Flatties are the ones with no bumps that are used to finish off a surface smoothly. Granules are the zillions of small, round Onesies that populate my carpet.
Safetying-off: verb. Erecting a barrier to prevent someone from getting too close to a dangerous area. The boys like to use yarn, traffic cones, and cardboard blocks to "safety off" suspected danger zones in the backyard, basement, or living room.
Standpoles: noun. the vertical piers that support bridges. Mom-o, my bridge is going to collapse because I can't find a tall enough standpole!
"Dad-O, I hope you make a lot of new friends at Google," Henry told me every day my first week. I shall try indeed, my son. Meanwhile, here's the little guy rocking the crazy propellerhead "Noogler" (as in, New Googler) beanie I was issued:
Bonus, via our neighbor Chris:
G-Man, as seen through Mom's-Eye View at Target this afternoon. (Amazingly he maintained his deep nap from car to cart.)
Is it still a conspiracy theory if you know they're out to get you?
The boys have started to delight in (hilariously loudly) whispering little plots to one another, generally having to do with some pending attack on Dad-O or gambit to score forbidden treats. Here, after they'd twisted my arm into buying them some Taco Bell schlock, I overheard Finn whispering, "Hey Henry, let's pour fiery sauce into Dad-O's brain to make him go bananas!" In a similar vein they've taken to attacking my "six" (aka butt—"six" being fighter pilot shorthand for one's six-o'clock position). Most amusingly, when I bust them (to their delight), they invariably claim, "Oh, we're just talking about gummi bears & tasty snacks." Snacks, my butt!
Early morning scene: Mom-O & her eyeliner getting Finn suited up for Crazy Mustache Day at school.
Hey, there's something to this temporary quasi-unemployment thing.
We had fun exploring the driftwood-laden New Brighton Beach (which we'd somehow missed all these years) with the boys' preschool buddy Clark & his dad Alex a couple of weeks back. Here you can get a glimpse of them constructing a "Beach ranger station" and burying their amigo.
Beach ranger station:
"Dad-O, I'm making Henry into a superhero," says Finn, attaching a garbage bag "cape" to his bro. "He's Trash Man!"
It's not news that John is known as KOBI in our house (King of Bad Ideas). For example: "Hey kids, let's use yarn and duct tape to make 'tripwires' and not tell Mom-o until she hits one and lands flat on her face in the living room!" or "A fistful of cookies right before bedtime? What could possibly go wrong?"
[Hey man, they *start* this stuff; I just greenlight it. --J.]
And now the boys have gleefully adopted their own KOBI moniker (Kids of Bad Ideas): Using a glue stick to hang posters on the wall? GREAT IDEA! Jumping up and down on the nice couch? You bet! Bringing sandy, muddy toys and sticks into their rooms for playing? Bring it on! Peeing in the trashcan? Why, certainly!
I am the lone, battle-hardened MOGI (Mom of Good Ideas), up against three hearty, persistent KOBIs. The fact that everyone remains alive, relatively unscathed, and our house is still standing tells me I must be doing something right. Right?
[Yeah, and the house continues to pulsate with hilarity, so we all play our parts, eh? --J.]
We had an absolute blast exploring Big Sur yesterday, visiting my friend the photojournalist Bruce Haley & family beneath the Bixby Creek Bridge. We'll share photos soon (I took a *ton*). In the meantime, here Bruce's wife Deborah shows our fascinated boys the spinning wheel she uses to make yarn: