Wednesday, August 27, 2008

That's One Way to Do It

Warning: The following post is another story about CT. If you're sick of these, feel free to check back in a few weeks for something new.

So, on Sunday Lily got pushed by a friend in nursery and was crying hysterically over it. I said to her "Well, did you tell Olivia that you don't like it when she pushed and you weren't going to play with her if she does that?". (As if a two year old would have the presence of mind to deliver a speech like that. But still, I"m hoping there is something to the whole repetition philosophy and maybe in a few more years she might apply it.) Of course she said "no". At which point CT put in his two cents. He said "Well, Lily, if someone is mean to me, then I am just mean to them. That's how I handle it".

Yes, the lesson of retribution is learned early around here. I don't know if it comes across when I write these little anecdotes, but CT has such a funny way of expressing himself. It just cracks me up. His turn of phrase seems very mature.

In case you're wondering, Lily says funny things too. I just seem to have a harder time remembering any right now. Poor girl. I'll have to start taking notes during the day.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Avoid Bears

So here is a little piece of my thoughts for the just goes to show on what level of stimulation my environment is that these are the thoughts going around and around in my head all day.

I checked out a DVD from the library for the kids. It's a Berenstain Bears DVD, containing 6 episodes of the PBS show. I actually think the show is kind of cute. I have no issues with the show itself. I have issues with the theme song. The first problem is that, as mentioned, the DVD contains 6 episodes, and the theme song plays before each one of them. Couldn't they have skipped this on five out of the six? I think so. Someone didn't agree with me though, so if you watch the whole DVD you get to hear the theme song 6 times. For a good theme song this might be somewhat enjoyable. With this theme song, it is not. It is a country style ditty sung by none other than LeAnne Womack. I'm wondering if she wrote it herself. For her sake I certainly hope she didn't. The tune is catchy, but the lyrics are just plain embarrassing. I actually cringe when I hear one particular portion which says (and I am not making this up) "They're kind of furry around the torso. They're just like people, only more so." What? What? Where to begin...obviously the thing that really baffles me is how a family of bears could be more like people than people. What does that mean? What did the writer think it meant? It baffles and annoys me. I am everlastingly grateful that 1)this is a DVD from the library, not one I purchased, and 2)DVD's are only checked out for only one week instead of two. I don't know how long it will take to undo the damage this song has already inflicted.

One funny note about these shows: CT asks to watch it every day. Yesterday we watched it in the morning. In the afternoon we are having a conversation about people's names (I'm always quizzing him about what his "long name" is - I want him to be prepared for school when the teacher takes role and calls out Christian Brock). CT says "Mom, in that bear show, there is a brother and a sister, but what are their names?" I tell him that those are their names: Brother and Sister. We go over this a couple of times before he is convinced that I am telling the truth and these bears basically have the dumbest names ever. The more I write about all of this, the less cute I'm thinking that show is after all.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Olympic Night

So it is 12:12 a.m. and I am posing to my blog rather than soundly sleeping. This is because of two things:

1)C.T. wet his bed and I just finished tucking him in again after the whole sheet changing/pajama changing episode. Luckily this is a very rare occurrence for him.

2) I was watching the Women's Gymnastics All-Around finals of the Olympics. I was so invested in it that when C.T. came running out of his room I just scooped him up and held him until the competition ended. It was only at that point that I realized something was a little damp.

The Women's Gymnastic events are so much a part of my Olympic memories. I grew up believing that the Olympics were really something special. Something exciting. Something everyone watched. Later I realized not everyone watched, nor did everyone feel the Olympics were special or exciting, but still, my regard for them lingers...even as Gold medals are stripped for doping violations from years past.

I vividly remember the 1984 games in Los Angeles. I guess because it was actually on this continent they showed the events all day. I watched a lot of track and field. When Mary Lou Retton had her big moments, I was there for her. Back to back perfect 10's on the vault. That was great. (By the way - when did they change the scoring of gymnastics? I completely missed that transition.) I remember all of the commercials she was in after the games too.

An American girl won tonight, but somehow I doubt ad agencies are going to be knocking at her door with the same fervor. It is obvious that some of the Olympic Magic is gone from the world since Nadia and Mary Lou held the stage. This year's gymnasts probably wont get an enormously popular melody named after them. Still, I wanted to experience again some of the thrilling anticipation I used to feel during the Olympics. I'd say I got into the spirit of it pretty well - after all,I stayed up until midnight and held a urine soaked boy on my lap for fifteen minutes without realizing it. The Olympic Magic is not all gone for me yet...although I admit to not being as excited about this Michael Phelps as I could be. Enough already with the winning and the gold medals and world records. Isn't it someone else's turn? He's just starting to look like a medal hog, don't you think? Did you see the little piece they did on him where they showed that his body is freakishly disproportionate in just the right ways to be an unnaturally good swimmer? I know it really isn't, but it feels like he's cheating with his extra long arms and abnormally short legs. How is anyone supposed to beat that?

Tomorrow, when I am trying to be patient with three very small and energetic children on six hours of sleep (I'm hoping for the best here. Humor me in my delusions that my children will sleep until 6:30) my Olympic Night may not seem worth it, but for now, the dream lives on...

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Misty Water-colored Memories

Here's something gleaned from a friend's blog that I thought was fun:

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

Happy Reminiscing!