Friday, October 28, 2005

miscellaneous ramblings as halloween approaches 10-28-2005

I like the way in olden times people would write cheezy poetry to commemorate great occasions.  I would like to bring that tradition back a little bit, maybe post some way-too-corny poems around the holidays.

Sam is healing.  I have gotten a lot of great feedback about Anna's list, and her wonderful little mind that keeps churning up stuff.  I asked Kathleen the other day if she knew that Jack Black was in the upcoming movie "King Kong".  She looked at me.  Then I asked if she knew who Jack Black was.  Anna piped up.

"He's in Shark Tales.  He plays a shark."

"How do you know that?"  I asked.

"I saw it in those words at the end of the movie."

Well, first off my seven year old daughter is reading the movie credits.  But more amazing, she remembers things from them?  This is pretty much disconnected information, so to remember this she is having pretty much cold recall.  Wow.  I, he who can not remember to take his lunch to work unless you physically tie the car keys to them, am amazed.

Back when PJ pushed Sam over and he hurt his head I had several long talks with PJ.  I wanted to make an impression on him, and I didn't want to yell, or just punish him.  So I tried talking.  We talked and talked.  I thought it had helped.

When grandma was watching the kids so that Kathleen and I could soak in Roman Tubs in the Berkely Springs, PJ was acting up.  Rita told him to stop goofing around.  He continued to goof around.  She told him to go to his room.

"My daddy just talks to me!."  He said.  Great!  So now daddy is a wimp.  I'm not even as tough as grandma.  Oh, well, there are worse things I suppose.  I can see it now, PJ holding something, and me saying "PJ!  you put that down this second or I'll, I'll, expose my sensitive side to you in calm discourse!  I am serious!  I am going to start counting!  3 - 2 - 1..."

Sam is saying things like, "I can't like that daddy."  and in addition to adding "why" to every explanation, he is offereing up "because" as a generic answer.  Last night I put all the kids to bed.  Sam seemed upset, so I went into his room.

"Sam, is everything okay?"

"unh-unh" He said, and shook his head from side to side.

"Is there something you want?"  I asked.

"Yes."

"What can I do for you, Sammy-boo?" I asked.

"You go out"  He said.

"You want me to leave?"  I asked.

"unh-unh"  He nodded his head.  I left and he went back to sleep.  He probably just didn't want me to talk to him.


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