um, when did his feet get so big?
*Sunrise Sunset-Fiddler on the Roof
I’m not entirely sure what brought about the sign, as we haven’t actually met any neighbor girls, unless you count the one that lives in the apartment next to us that they have seen on the stairs. Maybe he is just making it clear that should the neighbor wander in to our apartment and into his room that she is not allowed in his fort.
Maybe he just wants a place all of his own. He is Not the baby anymore after all.
He is however the one that wants to sit in your lap, rub your arm, scratch your back or fix our hair. If his father and I are sitting together, he wants to be there in the midst of it. In the mornings he is often found wedged between us or on top if he can’t make it in with his arms wrapped around our heads.
Perhaps it is seemly constant need to be in ‘our pockets’ as my friend would say that makes the Fort and signage so ironic.
But then again, adorably six year old ish.
*Lolly pop (mostly because it makes me think of the tree house scene in Stand By Me
How I wonder what you are.
Here he is all dressed up for Violin. He wanted to look handsome. He has his own style that one. Both of them really. Except the other one will pose for you, indefinitely and this one will not. His whole life is running, jumping, boucing all the way. And yet wrapped up in that dirty dog boy exterior is such a tender heart.
6 year old: I had kind of a rough day today
Mama: you did?
6 year old: i had kind of rough day when you were yelling at me
Mama: Oh, do you want a snuggle
6 year old: no I want desert
Mama : how about snuggle desert
6 year old: why don’t you kiss me
Mama: smooooch
6 year old: I am NEVER wiping that off!
*As time goes by -Jimmy Durante
So that’s, you know, coming along. I’m working with a vocal coach. Strengthening the… AH! A lot of guys ignore the laugh and that’s about standards. I mean, if you’re gonna get into the Evil League of Evil, you have to have a memorable laugh. What, do you think Bad Horse didn’t work on his whinny? His terrible death-whinny?
*Dr Horrible, opening monologue.
The picture my dad’s wife took.
The picture my husband took.
*the sunny side of life
In the Darkest hours, in the most forgotten reaches of the land.
KNIGHTMAN
Run! Chickens! Run! No one is safe!
For he is KNIGHTMAN!!
Well things seem to be fixed around here, I’m not sure how or why, but I’m glad.
We brought in the Chief Inspector and he gave us the all clear. And also a heart attack because “you’re going to break something! probably your head!” It’s a trial being my child. The rules, the hand wringing, they can wear on a poor guy.
Exhausting it is.
And one more for the road, I do not believe I have subjected you to nearly enough kitty pictures.
And I feel fine.
It’s the last week of public school for my kindergartner, culminating in recitals and of course Fun Day!
Inspired by Soulemama, but on Wednesday because I’m shaking it up like that.
