Finn has a very vivid imagination, and has been having lots of fun at school lately. I'm guessing he's been playing with Violet, as he seems to have picked up some of her tendencies.
I remember when, after a bath, Finn first put a towel over his head and said, "OOOOO . . . . I'm a ghost!" It was cute and funny. Now a few months later, he took the same towel, wrapped it around his shoulders and said happliy, "I'm a princess! I'm getting married!"
I'm so glad he has such high aspirations.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The performer
Matt and I attended the parent board meeting for the preschool last night. Typically one of us will go, and one will take the kids home. There is childcare, but it involves everyone eating pizza except for Finn, which just seems mean. Last night, however, Liam was very excited because the kids had a performance planned for us, and we didn't feel right about making him miss it.
The meeting lasted forever. It badly needed a strong chair to cut people off and summarize, but instead everyone's opinion's were validated. It made me think of the PTA meeting Stephanie so expertly described on her blog. The topics varied from pipe dreams of what to do with all of the excess money in the account, to what to do about all of our budget shortfalls. Sigh.
Finally, past the kids' bedtime, the kids came down to perform. They each had styrofoam plates stapled together and decorated to look like smoke detectors, and the teacher turned on a song about smoke detectors. The kids apparently had learned the song, and were supposed to sing along and make some motions with their props. At first, they all just stood there looking confused and staring blankly, until their teacher reminded them to sing. Then Liam and maybe one other child actually sang. Liam apparently felt the need to make up for the other deficient stuents by singing loudly and gesticulating broadly. Finn just stood there and looked confused, then finally began moving his lips repetitively and without any relation to the music. By the end, I could hear one other student's voice, but really, it was all about Liam.
Matt and I told him he was the best performer, and he was so proud. Do I hear Broadway calling?
The meeting lasted forever. It badly needed a strong chair to cut people off and summarize, but instead everyone's opinion's were validated. It made me think of the PTA meeting Stephanie so expertly described on her blog. The topics varied from pipe dreams of what to do with all of the excess money in the account, to what to do about all of our budget shortfalls. Sigh.
Finally, past the kids' bedtime, the kids came down to perform. They each had styrofoam plates stapled together and decorated to look like smoke detectors, and the teacher turned on a song about smoke detectors. The kids apparently had learned the song, and were supposed to sing along and make some motions with their props. At first, they all just stood there looking confused and staring blankly, until their teacher reminded them to sing. Then Liam and maybe one other child actually sang. Liam apparently felt the need to make up for the other deficient stuents by singing loudly and gesticulating broadly. Finn just stood there and looked confused, then finally began moving his lips repetitively and without any relation to the music. By the end, I could hear one other student's voice, but really, it was all about Liam.
Matt and I told him he was the best performer, and he was so proud. Do I hear Broadway calling?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Snow in Nashville
We woke up this morning to several inches of snow, and the boys were SO excited. Finn's first words this morning were, "Can we go outside?" We put him off until we had had breakfast and were dressed, with quite a bit off effort. Finally, at 8am, Finn got his wish and we went out. The snow was light and fluffy, and tough to pack, so Matt and I made snowballs for the boys to throw, and used buckets to make a snowperson. Finn's response to the snow was to become, in the boys' words, "SnotRod." We were back in the house drinking hot chocolate by 10am. Now what to do for the rest of the day . . . . .
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