Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
If nothing else, he's gained a new way to move about the house (cartwheels), and now has fancy vocabulary to go along with it.
"Seth, please stop jumping on the couch."
"Mom, I wasn't jumping, that was a donkey kick."
"Seth, don't jump on the bed."
"But Mom, aren't I so good at round-offs?"
He's also in the middle of spring soccer, as is Carden. He's jumped into soccer with the same bouncy enthusiasm. He never wants to be subbed out during the game, and he loves to be right in the middle of the action. His signature moves are the "slide kick" where he slides into the chum to kick the ball (usually getting trampled in the process) and the "kick the ball so hard your shoe flies off" kick (self-explanatory).
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
It's yellow. Cheery and bright. I don't have many yellow shirts; in fact, I think this is the only one. About time I branched into new territory.
It's classic. Necklines come and go, but a good old button-down will never fail you.
And it's full of embellishments. Claire loves it when I wear this shirt. So much visual stimulation! So many things to grab, poke, and yank on.
Did I mention it comes with accessories, too? Mainly seven hyperactive 9-year-old boys learning to tie knots, cook over open fires, and use pocket knives.
Don't you wish you had a yellow shirt?
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Beyond Carden's input on color and design ("I want FLAMES!") I'm sad to say it was mostly Carden watching John. Or Carden riding his bike around the driveway while John sanded, sculpted, and shaped. Once in a while I would force him to sit down and help, or at least watch. But Carden is interested in the product, not the process, and I was torn between making it his project and not coming in last at the big race. Tyler had a more realistic outlook: "Kristen, no kid makes his car. It's all about the dads."
The night before the race, Carden discovered a broken Star Wars figure that he wanted to glue in the driver's seat, and then he wanted to put stickers with his initials on. Tyler was sure I'd destroyed the beautiful minimalist paint job just to spite him, but it was all Carden's idea, and something had to look like the brainchild of an 8 year old.
In the end, it was a great night. I'm not sure how they arranged the heats, but the boys were rotated so that sometimes they won, and sometimes they lost, yet they still came up with an overall winner of the night. Carden had a fantastic time, and we only have to do this until 2015.