Micronaxx The adventures of Finn & Henry

1May/140

Henry Nack, non-Belieber

Visiting Google again on Sunday, Henry was appropriately perplexed & even a little horrified by the life-sized Justin Bieber cutout that mysteriously shares our office space. We all are, son—we all are. :-p

Belieber

29Apr/140

Unimog!

Four-year-old Finn spent easily six months obsessed with getting what's literally the world's most complex Lego Technic set—namely, a giant German military truck called the Unimog—and me being me, we got it for his fifth birthday (see gallery). Thus you can imagine our delight upon encountering a real live Unimog at Google this weekend. Behold its rusty majesty! :-)

Unibros

22Apr/141

3 KOBIs, 1 Lowe’s

Just your typical Guys’ Night, creatively misusing hardware-store wares while burning off some In-n-Out Burger. :-)

Hen4Sale

21Apr/140

Nacks in sacks, attack!

Our lads had a ball helping Magdalena celebrate her recent cumpleaños with games like sack racing. Their physical "grace" parallels my own success in singing Happy Birthday in Hebrew—but hey, we all had fun trying. :-)

20Apr/140

Happy Easter, everyone!

We hope you & yours are having a ball today. Here's a little peek into the egg-seeking missiles known as our sons, enjoying the tomfoolery with Tom Hogarty & fam:

15Apr/140

Goodnight, Fellies

For his sixth birthday, Finn got a cool Crayola lightboard & marker kit, which I've started using to leave fun messages for the guys at bedtime.

Fellies

Coincidentally, John found out about a completely kooky kids' book called Crabtree, about a deeply disorganized man who has misplaced his false teeth and proceeds to reorganize all of his belongings in an attempt to find them. Inspired by Crabtree's collection, and illustration, of broken items, I created a night-time message for the boys that consisted of bedtime items broken into pieces, which they then had to mentally reassemble. Hilarity ensues:

13Apr/140

Bagels with a side of smooch

Just a typical Saturday morning with Mom-O & Hen. :-)

Smooch

11Apr/140

Playdate Business Cards

BizCards

Our most excellent and super-creative friend Maria came up with a great idea for the Micronaxx: Playdate business cards! Since we often don't bump into other kids' parents at Pasitos or Finny's daycare, it can be challenging to get playdates scheduled, since we don't have contact information for the guys' school buddies or their parents.

John usually gives one of his own business cards to the kid at school that our boys want to have a playdate with, and that works fairly well - in fact, this is how we've met and become friends with a few families in our neighborhood! Maria had the fantastic idea to create playdate business cards for each guy that he can hand to his friends at school. She asked the guys what they'd like to be called, and what sort of picture they'd like on their cards. With a little editing and help from Mom-o and Dad-o, here they are. We loved the initial idea and we love the finished product even more!

10Apr/140

Transient Witticisms: Slingin’ the Slang

  • Rookie dad-move: Acknowledging a bad word heard on the radio. Immediate aftermath: “Hey Finn, let’s chant ‘Badass.’ BadASS, BadASS…!!”
  • Finn’s decorated our street-facing window with math equations—in Spanish! So proud.
    He’s also added the word “mofo.” So, ehhh…
  • Finn appeared by our bed this AM with a clipboard, marker, & inexplicable Freud accent. “Do you vant your day to start vith ‘no’ or ‘yes?’”
  • Finn cocks his head in curiosity at saline sinus spray. “I would call this ‘Nose Champagne.’”
  • Finn introduces his new red lion to my childhood Red Kitty: "It's your brother from another mother!”
  • "Dad-O, what about 'ridunkulous'?" asks Finn. "It's more ridiculous than 'ridonkulous!'"
  • Asia intrigues Finn: “Those planets have a lot of ‘knees.’ Japa-knees, Chi-knees… And Germany has only one ‘knee.'”
  • "Dad-O, you shouldn't draw graffiti on things," admonishes Henry. "That's called 'fertilizing.'" (Er, "vandalizing," son. :-))
  • Our friends' 2-year-old calls fish "glub glubs." Finn's intrigued: "Does he call sharks 'killer glub glubs?’"
  • At 7:38am Margot is teaching the boys the proper use of the term “buzzkill.” I love my family. :-)
  • Finn: "Why is it 'pee' and 'pull'—'people'?”
    Henry: "Yeah, what do people pull?"
    Finn: "Your leg!"
8Apr/140

Transient Witticisms: Nacksnaxx

  • I catch Henry holding his sandwich over the warm vent. "I'm making a grilled cheese," he explains.
  • “Dad-O, I’m giving you an example,” says Henry. “Like when you walk by the food court & they give you a chicken example.”
  • I'm trying to explain Easter being a "movable feast" when Finn breaks in: "Yeah yeah, a movable candy feast, I get it.”
  • After listening to a war photographer, Henry tells his sock monkey, “Bruce ate a BBQ monkey leg—but don’t worry, it wasn’t your family.”
  • Finnster, emerging from raiding the snack cabinet: "Look, Dad-O, I've got a Finny-positive chocolate chip Z Bar!"
  • I told the boys about KitTea, a (real) proposed tea house full of gatos. "No, Dad-O!" said Henry. "We don't want to eat cats!!”
  • The boys have set up a lemonade stand out front to sell homemade “puke” for $3. (“I can’t believe no one is buying our puke!!”)
  • "Mom-O, you know what's fun about your dad?" asks Finn. "He's fun to be around, and he makes SUPER delicious buttered popcorn!"
  • “We get to eat the pot tonight!” a preschooler just told me. Er, that’s potLUCK, son.
7Apr/140

“Oh no, Disneyland burned down!”

I love Jack Handey's “Deep Thoughts”—especially this one:

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take mylittle nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh no", I said, "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.

Man was I thinking of that the other day when we & the lads walked (and walked, and walked) through the mall en route to the super-pneumatic, hyperkinetic promised Bouncy Land—only to discover that it was closed & padlocked!

DisneylandBurned

Poor Hen cried & cried. We felt terrible, but don’t despair: We almost immediately located another “jump-around place,” drove there and had a ball (actually 300 balls, as the boys tried to force-feed me the contents of a ball pit). Henry was delighted, gleefully announcing, “I’m making myself a new chair, and it’s gonna be called ‘Your Face!!’” All’s well that ends with Dad-O at the bottom of a well. ;-)

2Apr/141

Transient Witticisms: Anger Management

  • “Make me breakfast or I’ll smash your crotch off!!” MAN do tantrums suck, but they can produce some unintended comedy.
  • "Dad-O," announces Finn, "if you don't give me more sushi, I'm gonna gun you down!” Aaaand, maybe less NPR listening for somebody.
  • "This is as high as I go," yells a flustered Finn from play equipment, "and I don't wanna fall, so I don't need to catch a bunch of crap!!"
  • After a contentious morning Finn started poking my arm. "I'm pushing your buttons!!" And how!
  • Margot to Finn: "You're disrespectful."
    F: "You're disrespectable!"
    Ugh!
  • Bareheaded Henry glowers at me: “Hmmph! I’ll just use my frown as a hat!!”
  • A morose Finn sulks out of his room, post-timeout, carrying a homemade banner: “FINNEGAN SUCS.” Ay, dios mío…!
1Apr/141

Junior Monopolists

Capitalism is thriving at our house, with The Boat (Finn) and Green Car (Henry) running roughshod over their poor Cat (Dad-O) and Dog (Mom-O) parents. In fact, I think Finn remains undefeated thus far! Here are the little robber-barons in action last night:

Monopoly

Monopoly

30Mar/140

Happiness is a Wet Son

...ideally wielding a baby sledgehammer in the rain amidst piles of broken wood & nails. (Not pictured: Learning to ride a skateboard near said piles. KOBI rides again!!)

WetHen

(And yes, Mom, I was holding his hand the whole time, keeping him away from any actual danger. :-p)

30Mar/140

Transient Witticisms: Music edition

Man, I've been totally neglecting this category, so let me set about fixing that. Today's edition: Music.

  • “Dad-O,” asks radio-listening Henry, “are ‘musicians’ real? And do they really pull rabbits out of hats?”
  • Henry: "Dad-O, what is 'heavy metal?'"
    Me: "Oh, stuff like 'Breaking The Law' & 'TNT.'"
    H.: "Oh! Heavy metal is good for me!!”
  • Listening to Lorde’s “Teams,” 4yo Henry says, “She actually takes her hands off & throws them up in the air!” (I’d be kinda over that, too.)
  • From the back seat this morning: "Dad-O, could a baby duck fit into a can of beer?" I guess the Pixies bring the weird out of Henry. #age4
  • 80's rocker nomenclature baffles young Henry.
    "I guess he must love watermelons."
    "Who?"
    "John Cougar Watermeloncamp."
  • Henry, singing: “We built this city…”
    Me, chuckling: “What would Mom-O say if she heard you?”
    Henry: “G__DAMN it!!”
    (M.: “He’s not wrong.”)
  • “The Rolling Stones?” Henry’s intrigued. “Do they sing quarry music?” Rock on, little man.
  • Upon hearing Neil young's Harvest Moon, Henry says "I think this is an old prospector making train track music."
  • I hear crooner Finn mashing up José Feliciano & Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart": “Feliz Navidad, aaa-gain…”
  • I make the mistake of turning on KFOX in the car. From the back seat the boys immediately yell, “What Does KFOX Say?? Nya nya nyah nyah…!”
  • My reciting of Public Enemy lyrics leaves Finn shaking his head. "I'm a white man, and I'm not familiar with anything Dad-O says!!"
26Mar/140

Just a typical morning with the Micronaxx

Legos a go-go. :-) 

NinjaMuncher

Mankini

20Mar/140

Erin Go BLAM!!

The Germans have a treacherous racetrack they've dubbed "The Green Hell." I wouldn't go that far in describing last Saturday's festivities, but there were moments when, as somewhere between 12 & 15 4-to-6-year-olds simultaneously tried to asphyxiate me, I thought, "Wow, I wish I were wearing a GoPro so that other people can see what it looks like to die this way." :-P Check me out (if you can even somehow see me) at the bottom of a tot-pile at our friends Jake & Shay's annual St. Paddy's party:

Dogpile

Brutalando_Doug

15Mar/140

Stem Pals

Soon after I first met our friend Maria in Kansas City, she mentioned that as a kid she'd had something like 26 pen pals. Now she has two more (or maybe together one full-sized one) in the form of the Micronaxx. She'll sometimes send them fun calligraphic work, and they like to return the favor by riffing on her supposed love of eating strawberry stems. Here you can see what they whipped up following a quick video chat with her:

[YouTube]

14Mar/140

“Forget it, Maya!!”

I awoke to the sound of Margot "cracking up," as Finn later put it. Apparently when she greeted the dudes around 6am, they treated her to a news flash: “Henry can’t marry Maya anymore because she keeps singing ‘Let It Go.’" This is the super annoying, catchy, and strident theme from Frozen. Ask the parents of any young girl. Finn continued, "We’re gonna write a note: ‘FORGET IT, Maya!!’” And so they did!

forgetIt

13Mar/140

Microbixx: KOBI meets COBI

The boys love to call me KOBI (King Of Bad Ideas), and now look what I discovered on campus at Google—a rolling Bad Idea:

COBI

The CoBi is a seven-passenger death machine that I pedaled past yesterday. Here's hoping I can get the little KOBIs (Kids Of Bad Ideas) on it soon. ;-)

(Seeing this Margot makes a loud "thbbbbtp!" sound while giving a thumbs-down. "I'd rather team-build over drinks!")