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It's been a low key weekend at home, full of books, board games (Kidzilla and I played a long drawn out game of battleship down to a draw before giving up,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 taught Lovebug how to play Othello, and there was Clue this morning), dragons, rock band (mostly them making requests and cell23 and I performing them), OK Go videos (they really like the ones with the dogs and the giant rube goldberg machine), Daddymonster, ticklefights, a second viewing of Mulan, and pretending to be dirty trains in need of washing... well, when I put it like that, it seems much busier than it actually felt.
It was definitely one of those weekends where I was keenly aware of how much they have grown up and how fast, marvel at how our relationship to each other has changed in the past year and a half. Kidzilla and I will be silly for hours over games, or talk about dragons, or just hang out and read. So different from the shy closed up kid she was in the beginning. It's not just a personality shift either - she's still shy nigh unto terrified of people she doesn't know well. The fact that she will now run up to me after not seeing me for two weeks and just start talking nonstop about whatever thing has caught her fancy this time is crazy. Plus I gotta admit that even though I have to crab at her to put them back when she's done with them, I am kinda pleased to see her plowing through the shelf full of my old kids' books, and also to see her returning to the same ones I liked to read over and over once upon a time. Also I'm ridiculously fond of her "Grownups are idiots" face, which is this little frown and nose wrinkle combination that she'll give both her father and I when either of us say something she feels is ridiculous, usually when one or both of us is very obviously messing with her. I don't know where she picked it up but it's awesome, and I hope she continues to make that face on into adulthood cause man, lol.
I've been thinking of the Lovebug as Little Beast more often lately, both in the terrifying resemblance to The Manbeast (kids that young should not have the troll face perfected, right?) and, well, he's three. And it seems like most of the time, he's angry about this. It's a little sad, but honestly mostly funny watching him come to terms (sort of) that You Can't Always Get What You Want. I say mostly funny because it manifests in these tirades of "No, (subject is) Not!" that would be frustrating if it weren't delivered in his dead serious, R-less little lisp. Like the argument over him having to change clothes yesterday was somehow cause for epic, angry tantrum where he insisted the shirt I'd just taken off of him was clean and the shirt I was trying to pop onto his madly squirming little torso was dirty because he didn't want to wear it. Ai, ya. Like I kept saying to him throughout the weekend "such big tantrums for such little things!" But hey, it's hard being 3. Which is why after I got him dressed yesterday I scooped him up and gave him a big fat kiss on his little tearstained cheek and told him that life wasn't fair, but he was still delicious even if he was all tired and cranky and being a big jerk, and he answered with an extremely pouty "No, I'm not," put his arms around my neck and put his sulky face down on my shoulder and I swear I just melted. Well done, kid, it takes some serious talent to remain cute nigh unto heart-melting that soon post-tantrum. But it wasn't all tantrum all the time, he's still impressing the snot out of me with the reading and seems to be getting a better handle on potty, though I have to say I find it hilarious that he never exactly says he has to go, he just sort of starts walking around in slowly tightening circles like a dog. Oh also? He's starting to do that thing where he's realizing how words are spelled so he's adding extra syllables to a lot of words all of a sudden. I think silent e's are a concept for later on.
But yeah, good weekend with them, course, I can't really think of a point where I've ever had a bad weekend with them, honestly, I mean they're kids, they're rambunctious and loud and don't always remember their manners (though both of them have gotten a LOT better about that) and yes, there's the occasion where I want to duct tape one or both of them to a wall, sure, but I'm always sorry to see them go. Especially right at the end when at least Kidzilla and sometimes also Lovebug will hug the stuffing out of me before they'll go and tell me they'll miss me. This morning was a double kid whammy, which made up some for the fact that I didn't get to spend that much time with them as I had Werewolf this afternoon and they went off to Grandpa Geoffroy's for his birthday. Also Werewolf was mad fun this week. :)
My current reading involves Patterns. I'm rereading Octavia Butler's Patternist series, as I found an omnibus edition of them at the library, and I'm mired firmly in the books of Amber, also, alas in a bricklike and frankly intimidating omnibus edition. Not much to say on either at this junction other than I'm enjoying them and I found the coincidental similarity amusing. I also took an hour this evening and blew through Carrie Fisher's very funny and occasionally cringe-inducing memoir, Wishful Drinking, It's a very short read - it's large, double-spaced print festooned with pictures. There were some sleepy brain badgers awakened by her romp through mental illness and addiction, but I'll probably post about those when I'm a little more inclined towards omphaloskepsis.
But yeah, not so much else going on, other than my intestines being crampy/ouchy and annoying and my reproductive system also being crampy and annoying but less so and tomorrow I'm gonna have to yell at people regarding a particular allotment of little pieces of green paper. Other than that, can't really complain about life, so I suppose that's something. :)
As you were.
Still here? K.
It's been a low key weekend at home, full of books, board games (Kidzilla and I played a long drawn out game of battleship down to a draw before giving up,
cell23 taught Lovebug how to play Othello, and there was Clue this morning), dragons, rock band (mostly them making requests and cell23 and I performing them), OK Go videos (they really like the ones with the dogs and the giant rube goldberg machine), Daddymonster, ticklefights, a second viewing of Mulan, and pretending to be dirty trains in need of washing... well, when I put it like that, it seems much busier than it actually felt. It was definitely one of those weekends where I was keenly aware of how much they have grown up and how fast, marvel at how our relationship to each other has changed in the past year and a half. Kidzilla and I will be silly for hours over games, or talk about dragons, or just hang out and read. So different from the shy closed up kid she was in the beginning. It's not just a personality shift either - she's still shy nigh unto terrified of people she doesn't know well. The fact that she will now run up to me after not seeing me for two weeks and just start talking nonstop about whatever thing has caught her fancy this time is crazy. Plus I gotta admit that even though I have to crab at her to put them back when she's done with them, I am kinda pleased to see her plowing through the shelf full of my old kids' books, and also to see her returning to the same ones I liked to read over and over once upon a time. Also I'm ridiculously fond of her "Grownups are idiots" face, which is this little frown and nose wrinkle combination that she'll give both her father and I when either of us say something she feels is ridiculous, usually when one or both of us is very obviously messing with her. I don't know where she picked it up but it's awesome, and I hope she continues to make that face on into adulthood cause man, lol.
I've been thinking of the Lovebug as Little Beast more often lately, both in the terrifying resemblance to The Manbeast (kids that young should not have the troll face perfected, right?) and, well, he's three. And it seems like most of the time, he's angry about this. It's a little sad, but honestly mostly funny watching him come to terms (sort of) that You Can't Always Get What You Want. I say mostly funny because it manifests in these tirades of "No, (subject is) Not!" that would be frustrating if it weren't delivered in his dead serious, R-less little lisp. Like the argument over him having to change clothes yesterday was somehow cause for epic, angry tantrum where he insisted the shirt I'd just taken off of him was clean and the shirt I was trying to pop onto his madly squirming little torso was dirty because he didn't want to wear it. Ai, ya. Like I kept saying to him throughout the weekend "such big tantrums for such little things!" But hey, it's hard being 3. Which is why after I got him dressed yesterday I scooped him up and gave him a big fat kiss on his little tearstained cheek and told him that life wasn't fair, but he was still delicious even if he was all tired and cranky and being a big jerk, and he answered with an extremely pouty "No, I'm not," put his arms around my neck and put his sulky face down on my shoulder and I swear I just melted. Well done, kid, it takes some serious talent to remain cute nigh unto heart-melting that soon post-tantrum. But it wasn't all tantrum all the time, he's still impressing the snot out of me with the reading and seems to be getting a better handle on potty, though I have to say I find it hilarious that he never exactly says he has to go, he just sort of starts walking around in slowly tightening circles like a dog. Oh also? He's starting to do that thing where he's realizing how words are spelled so he's adding extra syllables to a lot of words all of a sudden. I think silent e's are a concept for later on.
But yeah, good weekend with them, course, I can't really think of a point where I've ever had a bad weekend with them, honestly, I mean they're kids, they're rambunctious and loud and don't always remember their manners (though both of them have gotten a LOT better about that) and yes, there's the occasion where I want to duct tape one or both of them to a wall, sure, but I'm always sorry to see them go. Especially right at the end when at least Kidzilla and sometimes also Lovebug will hug the stuffing out of me before they'll go and tell me they'll miss me. This morning was a double kid whammy, which made up some for the fact that I didn't get to spend that much time with them as I had Werewolf this afternoon and they went off to Grandpa Geoffroy's for his birthday. Also Werewolf was mad fun this week. :)
My current reading involves Patterns. I'm rereading Octavia Butler's Patternist series, as I found an omnibus edition of them at the library, and I'm mired firmly in the books of Amber, also, alas in a bricklike and frankly intimidating omnibus edition. Not much to say on either at this junction other than I'm enjoying them and I found the coincidental similarity amusing. I also took an hour this evening and blew through Carrie Fisher's very funny and occasionally cringe-inducing memoir, Wishful Drinking, It's a very short read - it's large, double-spaced print festooned with pictures. There were some sleepy brain badgers awakened by her romp through mental illness and addiction, but I'll probably post about those when I'm a little more inclined towards omphaloskepsis.
But yeah, not so much else going on, other than my intestines being crampy/ouchy and annoying and my reproductive system also being crampy and annoying but less so and tomorrow I'm gonna have to yell at people regarding a particular allotment of little pieces of green paper. Other than that, can't really complain about life, so I suppose that's something. :)
As you were.
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Date: 2011-01-31 12:21 pm (UTC)From:I had to quote that whole bit, because that right there is what keeps me in the preschool biz and keeps me going on the regular :)
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Date: 2011-02-03 12:27 am (UTC)From:Favorite quote from Wishful Drinking: "If my life weren't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable." Oh, Carrie Fisher, you are so painfully right.