When he got up this morning, I said, "Who turned 6 today?!" And Logan grinned from ear to ear, then told me he's actually both 5 and 6 today. Not sure how that works, but ooooooook!
He was hap-hap-happy about life today. I guess the birthday kid gets to be the special helper all day at school, which includes important duties such as Line Leader. I plan on surprising him at school with treats for the class (muddy Rice Krispies, which means that it has chocolate chips melted in).
I asked what special dinner he wants and for the fourth year in a row, he piped up with "smashed potatoes!" When I told him we needed something to go with the mashed potatoes, he decided lasagna was a good pairing for that. So, starch is on the menu.
Back at the beginning of the year when Logan got his tonsils out, he laid on the couch watching TV and kept seeing commercials for the Snuggie. Finally he got my attention by waving his hands, then carefully signed with the bits of sign language he remembers, "I want blue." A brand new blue Snuggie awaits him today. Also, since he loves my mp3 player, we decided to get him his very own and I'm in the midst of loading it with songs selected for him by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and close family friends that are important to Logan. I'm super excited for this because it's giving him a big, eclectic selection of music and it'll make him feel good that everyone he loves was a part of it.
About Logan:
This kid is awesome. I feel lucky to be his mom. His sense of humor has developed quite a bit recently, and I find him making jokes that are hinting at sarcasm and a perspective that seems older than a 6 year old. He is a really kind and loving big brother to Dex, and they continue to be best buddies. Logan's imagination is very active, which makes for humorous stories and drawings he brings home from school. Grandma Sue thinks he's going to grow up to be a writer, and I wouldn't be surprised if that came true. :)
I'll post pictures tonight.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A Visit
Paul and Robin were here through the weekend, reinforcing their places in the boys' hearts and simultaneously charming Chris's family into developing crushes on them (Grandpa Tiny included). They got to spend some quality time with the kids at the Renaissance Fair, take in a soccer game of Logan's, catch a movie with Dex, and take Logan to the Royals-Red Sox game (I can't be sure, but I think the Red Sox lost that one).
The highlight of the visit (from my perspective) was when Paul and Robin brought Declan home after spending the day with him and Paul proceeded to show us what he taught Declan, which went a little like this:
Paul: "Declan, why are you so cute?"
At which point Declan's supposed to answer: "Because I look like my Grandpa!" And Paul beams at how clever and handsome he is.
What really happened was:
Paul: "Declan, why are you so cute?"
Declan: "Because I look like my mommy!"
HA! Take that, Gramps!
Chris and I play a game like this with the kids and call it "Mask." This is just Paul being a jerk.
I have a horrible confession to make. I think I ruined Logan for life because one morning a long time ago I was taking pictures of him and it was the time of year where the days are short, so when we were getting ready to leave the house it was still dark outside. Every time the flash went off, Logan blinked and the picture came out with his eyes closed. Every.freaking.time. And we tried probably 15-20 pictures and I kept getting frustrated and telling him to open his eyes. So finally we got a decent one (after a few attempts where he physically pried and held his eyes open with his fingers) but ever since that day he's been super conscious of blinking in pictures. This is one of those photos that show how I've ruined my kid, because he's smiling there with his eyes wide open like that runaway bride that looked like a deer in headlights in every photo the media showed of her.
The highlight of the visit (from my perspective) was when Paul and Robin brought Declan home after spending the day with him and Paul proceeded to show us what he taught Declan, which went a little like this:
Paul: "Declan, why are you so cute?"
At which point Declan's supposed to answer: "Because I look like my Grandpa!" And Paul beams at how clever and handsome he is.
What really happened was:
Paul: "Declan, why are you so cute?"
Declan: "Because I look like my mommy!"
HA! Take that, Gramps!
Chris and I play a game like this with the kids and call it "Mask." This is just Paul being a jerk.
I have a horrible confession to make. I think I ruined Logan for life because one morning a long time ago I was taking pictures of him and it was the time of year where the days are short, so when we were getting ready to leave the house it was still dark outside. Every time the flash went off, Logan blinked and the picture came out with his eyes closed. Every.freaking.time. And we tried probably 15-20 pictures and I kept getting frustrated and telling him to open his eyes. So finally we got a decent one (after a few attempts where he physically pried and held his eyes open with his fingers) but ever since that day he's been super conscious of blinking in pictures. This is one of those photos that show how I've ruined my kid, because he's smiling there with his eyes wide open like that runaway bride that looked like a deer in headlights in every photo the media showed of her.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Songwriting
The boys put on a performance last night. The type where they gather everyone together and sing songs they've made up. Good times, right?
Here is a sampling of lyrics that Declan came up with, after warning me that this was going to be a song that's about "something not very nice."
"Do you like being dead?
You're going to be dead forever!
You're going to be dead for the rest of your life!
Even when you're driving, you're going to be dead."
All the while Logan's standing to the side of the "stage" and saying, absolutely incensed, that someone who's alive can't be dead and how can someone who's dead be driving?!
Now, I know this song sounds like it's toeing the line of viciousness, but it had a nice little tempo and was rather upbeat. I'm just saying, given his love of "Dragula" and "Crazy Train" I think we've definitely got a metal future on the horizon.
Here is a sampling of lyrics that Declan came up with, after warning me that this was going to be a song that's about "something not very nice."
"Do you like being dead?
You're going to be dead forever!
You're going to be dead for the rest of your life!
Even when you're driving, you're going to be dead."
All the while Logan's standing to the side of the "stage" and saying, absolutely incensed, that someone who's alive can't be dead and how can someone who's dead be driving?!
Now, I know this song sounds like it's toeing the line of viciousness, but it had a nice little tempo and was rather upbeat. I'm just saying, given his love of "Dragula" and "Crazy Train" I think we've definitely got a metal future on the horizon.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Daddy
We're conveniently located on the way to Ed's triumphant return to Rhode Island, so the boys have been enjoying some time with him this weekend. The number one place they wanted to take him is Pappi's Pizza (previously pronounced as PeePee's). I don't know why Logan is so ghostly white-washed in these pictures.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
An introduction to prayer
Grandpa Tiny says the prayer every night at dinner time. Declan picked up from somewhere the somewhat traditional pose of hands smooshed together, perpendicular to his arms, and fingers straight up in the air. He closes his eyes and sometimes furrows his brow in concentration. The other night he decided he wanted to offer the prayer over dinner. This is where we learned he's thankful for three things: the day, the food, and Super Mario Brothers.
Logan will also sit quietly with his eyes closed. He's a bit less reverent in that he often ends the prayer by proudly, vigorously jinxing anyone who happens to say amen at the same time as him and then cackling about how he got us. We've learned to stagger our amen-ing.
Logan will also sit quietly with his eyes closed. He's a bit less reverent in that he often ends the prayer by proudly, vigorously jinxing anyone who happens to say amen at the same time as him and then cackling about how he got us. We've learned to stagger our amen-ing.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Too cool for school
Logan started Kindergarten today. He seems much older than a Kindergartener to me, but whatever. This summer, we've repeatedly asked him if he's ready for school and tried to give him an idea of what to expect. He was always nervous about it. Last week we went to Meet the Teacher night and before we left, Logan was about as anxious as I've seen him. He did everything he could to stall, and seemed on the verge of tears as we shuffled him out the door. After actually meeting his teacher, playing with Play-doh at school, and walking around the gym and cafeteria a bit, he felt much better about the whole thing.
The next day was Kindergarten transition day, which is a half day of school where the 5 year olds go by themselves and get an idea of what it's like to ride the bus, find their classrooms, sit in class, have recess, etc. Logan was pretty happy with the idea of going, and Chris, Declan, and I walked him to the bus stop together. While we were waiting for the bus, Logan asked me why I couldn't go with him and why just Chris was going. I told him that no one was going with him to school; he had to go by himself. His eyes got wide with fear and he panicked at the idea. When the bus rolled around, he didn't want to get on, and Chris had to guide him to the steps and sort of gently push him up. As it drove away, Logan was crying in the window, waving at us in an attempt to get us to go with him. However, by the time the bus brought him back, he came happily bounding off, saying emphatically that he actually liked it!
So today he's officially off for a full day of school. He was pretty excited to go. I'm taking bets on how many days that lasts before I'm having to drag him out of bed and carry him to the bus stop. They do full day Kindergarten here, which seems like a long time to me as Mom. We've got soccer practice tonight, so I guess we're officially in busy family mode.
And now for the pictures! (As always, click on the picture if you want to see the full size
On the phone with Daddy on our way to the bus stop.
Brothers.
Handsome devils.
Aren't these the cutest freaking pants ever? Between the shirt and the pants, Dex is in pirate heaven! (Thanks again, Grandpa!)
The next day was Kindergarten transition day, which is a half day of school where the 5 year olds go by themselves and get an idea of what it's like to ride the bus, find their classrooms, sit in class, have recess, etc. Logan was pretty happy with the idea of going, and Chris, Declan, and I walked him to the bus stop together. While we were waiting for the bus, Logan asked me why I couldn't go with him and why just Chris was going. I told him that no one was going with him to school; he had to go by himself. His eyes got wide with fear and he panicked at the idea. When the bus rolled around, he didn't want to get on, and Chris had to guide him to the steps and sort of gently push him up. As it drove away, Logan was crying in the window, waving at us in an attempt to get us to go with him. However, by the time the bus brought him back, he came happily bounding off, saying emphatically that he actually liked it!
So today he's officially off for a full day of school. He was pretty excited to go. I'm taking bets on how many days that lasts before I'm having to drag him out of bed and carry him to the bus stop. They do full day Kindergarten here, which seems like a long time to me as Mom. We've got soccer practice tonight, so I guess we're officially in busy family mode.
And now for the pictures! (As always, click on the picture if you want to see the full size
On the phone with Daddy on our way to the bus stop.
Brothers.
Handsome devils.
Aren't these the cutest freaking pants ever? Between the shirt and the pants, Dex is in pirate heaven! (Thanks again, Grandpa!)
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