Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Me: "How was class James?"
James: "We had lick-lish!"
(James loves red vines and was understandably excited.)
Me: "You did?"
James: "Yeah! I was rev'rent for my lick-lish! Gabe wasn't rev'rent for his lick-lish. The teacher just cut it a lot of times and eat it."
The teacher had red vine ropes for each child and if they were misbehaving she would cut a piece off and eat it. At the end of class, each child got what was left of their red vine rope.
The next week when I went to get James, he came out with his head hanging low and said, "I wasn't rev'rent for my lick-lish. She cut it one time and eat it."
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Genevieve came running wildly into our room tonight laughing, giggling, and screaming, “Aaaaaaahhhhhh . . . the licking monster.” Sure enough, not too far behind was Mr. James with his tongue out, ready to lick Genevieve, if only he could get close enough to her. He’s a bit tongue obsessed lately. Just last week he told me he wanted to give me a tongue kiss. I quickly explained to him that that is not a good way to kiss your mom and to please keep his tongue to himself. So glad we got all our flu shots this year.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
James kept saying, "Gabe! I mean, Johnny!"
James loved the dinosaur exhibit at Bishop Museum.
James was way into the fire dancers at the Polynesian Cultural Center.
We went twice to see them.
Eagerly awaiting shave ice.
Swimming at Waimea Falls.
James and Genevieve in their PCC shirts.
James: "Now I'n a fire guy!"
A birthday cupcake before we left. James' birthday was the day after we got home. Also, notice his chin. That's not frosting. It's a butterfly bandage. Somehow James managed to split his chin open while he was in the hot tub. I decided to forgo the trip to the ER this time and butterflied and super glued it myself. It's healing rather nicely.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
James has been thoroughly enjoying his sister-free time here in Hawaii. Especially, the fact that he has Papa and Gramma all to himself. What more could a 3-year-old boy want in life really. It has been kind of stormy since we got here, so James has resorted to non-beach entertainment. Papa showed him how to use the snorkel and mask in the hot tub and he was such a fan that he has been snorkeling indoors as well. Other non-beach related activities have included unrolling all of the toilet paper into the toilet and flushing, locking the bathroom door and then closing it from the outside (I got to climb in the window to get the door unlocked), and spraying air freshener all over the bathroom floor and his bare chest. (He got a bath in the laundry sink after that one.) And when he finds a bit of time between bathroom antics, he has been laying on, standing on, and squeezing 9-month-old Patrick. It's not in a malicious way so much as James seems to think that Patrick is big enough to hold his own and wrestle with him now.
Also, we went to McDonald's to get a Nerf gun Happy Meal. I'm so not the kind of mom I thought I would be . . . but . . . James is so not the kid I was expecting. I guess we all adapt.
Monday, November 9, 2009
The next day, when I picked James up from school, Mrs. Marsh was already laughing when she was putting him in the car. And knowing that James has been really into continent work at school, I totally saw it coming. She said James was looking at a map, pointed near Asia and said, "I'n goin' dare." Mrs. Marsh, "Oh, you're going to Asia?" James: "No, Turkey. My Mom's sending me dare 'cause I'n a turkey."
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Spider man unisuit? Check.
Fireman boots? Check.
James, are you ready for Halloween? Oh yes.
During trick-or-treating while we were walking between houses James said, "I LOOOOVE this!"
I think this was one of my favorite Halloweens. The weather was perfect. The moon was full. There were leaves everywhere. And c'mon, James' costume was just short of perfection.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
James pooped on the floor and in his pants today. It's been awhile since that has happened. We were not happy. In fact, I decided that James would not get to go to Sunday dinner at Gramma and Grampa's today. So, Mike left with the girls. James was not happy. I sent him to his room to finish throwing a fit and after 30 minutes of wailing and sobbing, it got very quiet. I waited a few more minutes and then decided to take a peek in his room. This is how I found him. He does always manage to make me laugh.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
James and I ventured out to the farmer's market this week, where we picked up lots of lovely, local, organic produce. At one of the stands there were boxes of potatoes, picked fresh that very afternoon, low enough for James to reach. 5lbs for $4? We were all over it. Naturally, James chose the funniest potatoes he could find. "Wook, mom! I got a funny duh-ta-to!"
I was excited a few days later, when I realized that James could take his funny potato for show-and-tell at school. They are encouraged to bring things with educational value, especially things from nature. No toys allowed. James was excited, too. When he got in the car after school, I asked him how show-and-tell was. "It was awesome. I make my funny duh-ta-to be a gun!" How convenient.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Unsuspecting Salesgirl: Hi, is Gerald there?
Then a few seconds of nothing but cartoons in the background.
James: I go to school.
Salesgirl: Oh, you do?
Salesgirl: Oh, how cool. Is your mommy or daddy there?
James: No, I'n just by myself.
Pause . . .
James: I'n at Gramma's house.
James: Yeah, Gramma's house.
Salesgirl: Oh, can I talk to Grampa?
James: No, he's at work.
Salesgirl: Oh, he is? Oh, okay. Well, we'll just call him back another time.
Salesgirl: Okay, thank you.
Salesgirl: Alright, bye.
Have a listen for yourself.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Anyway, James has had at least one shower everyday this week. (Some things can't be cleaned up with wipes alone.) He likes to shower and is getting pretty good at turning the water off when he's done and getting dried off. (Gramma Lisa made him an awesome hooded towel out of a Hawaiian beach towel.) So, he wraps up in his towel and heads down the hall. But on the way to his room, he's always sure to stop and find the girls, at which point he says, "Hey greels . . ." then opens his towel and totally flashes them. They always scream and he always laughs. It's so predictable. I thought it was just a boys vs. girls kind of thing, but he even flashed Torsten and Simon yesterday and they obliged him with a scream, too. James laughed like he always does. So, I guess it's more of a James vs. world kind of thing.