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.