Monday, December 18, 2006

Chasing Santa down the road! December 10th, 2006

It was Sunday night, and we were putting th ekids to bed.  We had just finished brusing teeth and were about to read bedtime stories.  Suddenly I heard a police siren, that was getting louder.  Odd, I thought to myself, the police don't ever come through here, I wonder if there is a fire?

I wasn't thinking.  Sometime a week or so before Christmas, one of Santa's helpers catches a ride with the Leesburg Volunteer fire department and takes a tour through all of the neighborhoods in town.  So the kids are in pajamas, and Anna looks out the window and catches the side of Santa as he waves his arm and drives down the street, away from us.  Anna shoulders slumped down. 

"Come on, Kids!" I spoke.  "We are going to get in the truck and catch up with Santa!"

And we did!  The kids tumbled into the back of the truck, and we zipped down to the other end of the neighborhood and we managed to catch Santa up with and his fire truck, and his two assistants who were dressed like snowmen and looked vaguely creepy.  We caught up with him, and then when he left, we followed him.  We followed him down Lakewood over by the Library, and through some other older neighborhoods.  It was a hoot!

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Saturday Night Skating - December 9th, 2006

First of all, I just noticed that my daughter has started commenting about a post relating to her. I am going to have to start locking down my computers more, she is getting a little too proficient.

As all five of us were driving to Ashburn, we had the following conversation. Anna was trying to listen to the Christmas music, and Sam was yammering on about something, I can't remember what, he was probably expressing his amusement with the word 'baloney' or something like it. But Anna said, "can someone please get Sam to be quiet! I am trying to listen to the music and he is making so much noise that I can't here it!"

Kathleen and I, without hesitation and simultaneously said, "welcome to my world."

Sam could not skate at all. Not even the teeniest bit. His feet would shoot out in any direction they were pointed. But Sam wasn't scared, or frustrated, no Sam thought this was the funniest thing that had ever happened since the Marx brothers. You would hold him in the air, and every time he tried to stand up on the ice, his feet would start scrambling all over the place and he would get this deep belly laugh and would just keep laughing. It was impossible not laugh with him.

PJ, was by contrast, trying harder and learning faster. He was also taking a lot of spills. He would, fall, and fall again, every time saying "I'm OK! I'm OK!" Even when he thumped his head against the ice, or when he fell hard on his but. He kept inching his way around the edge.

Anna has been out five or six times now, and relative the rest of the family is Dorothy Hamil. She was off skating on her own for the whole time we were there, and was doing better than mom and dad. It was a very 'family' night for us, and a good time was had by all. Especially Sam, even though he never actually could stand up.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

I am so grossed out! Dec 2nd, 2006

The kids are down in the basement with me while I take care of some computer stuff in the basement. They are playing arcade games. Suddenly Sam comes over to me.

"I hurt msyelf!"

"Oh Sammy Boo" I say to him, where did you hurt yourself. This always has a double meaning, and it is a crapshoot to see whether the kids will answer with "my arm" or "on the couch".

"Over there" Sam says, pointing at a video game. "I hurt my teeth"

"Aww, did you fall and hurt your teeth on that arcade game?"

"Yeah." Big pause. Then he says, "will you kiss it and make it better?" and opens his mouth up REALLY WIDE.