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May 15, 2006
My foot
"How was Zeke's parent-teacher conference?"
"One of his teachers said, you ask most 4-year-olds 'What's that?' and they'll tell you 'My foot.' Zeke will say, 'Welllllllllll, that is my foot. But the bottom part is the sole. And the back part is the heel.'"
"He is his father's son."
Posted by Keith at 10:20 AM | Comments (0)
May 9, 2006
Lately for lunch I've been making myself a big green salad with maybe some grated cheese and some sort of dressing.
Today I served the kids their lunch (mac & cheese and sliced apples; we are not big on gourmet lunches around here) and Zeke looked at his plate dubiously and then said, "Welllll... I was thinking that maybe there might be aaaaaa.... salad?" He looked at me hopefully.
Zeke always mooches part of my salad. I guess maybe I should start making him his own.
Posted by Jan at 3:53 PM | Comments (0)
I know that I've been negligent in not posting here more often. Sorry about that! As often happens, life gets in the way. I'll try to summarize some of the more interesting stuff that's gone on in the last couple of months.
Item 1: Stazi is seeing an ENT (that would be an otolaryngolgist, or ear/nose/throat guy) on May 19 to be evaluated for ear tube placement. Her preschool teachers have mentioned to us that her expressive language development is not quite where it should be, and we've been noticing it at home, too. She's developing vocab pretty quickly, but it's all kind of babbly and mushy and hard to understand. Even the other kids at preschool have trouble understanding her. So we took her to the pediatrician, and she said, yeah, Stazi has fluid in her ears, but let's document a pattern before referring her to an ENT. Today we went back for a follow-up visit, and Stazi still has fluid in her ears. In fact, it's even worse than it was a month ago, and that's after she's been taking Zyrtec every night for possible allergies. (The doc says we can quit the Zyrtec now as it doesn't seem to have helped at all.)
So anyway, the ENT will see her in a couple of weeks and then she may get tubes. I just hope we can resolve this quickly because I'm worried about her speech development.
Item 2: I signed both kids up for swim lessons this summer, conveniently right before our beach vacation. That should be really fun if Stazi has tubes in her ears, but we'll deal with it somehow. The lessons are at the local community center's pool, which resembles an indoor water park, complete with waterslide and lazy river. The kids are excited, to put it mildly.
Okay, I gotta go pick up Zeke from school so that's all I have time for right now but I'll try to update more pretty soon. I will, I really will.
Posted by Jan at 10:41 AM | Comments (0)
May 4, 2006
Not that book
I’m reading on the couch and Stazi hauls herself up next to me and climbs into my lap.
“Boog, Dada.”
Recently she’s been pulling paperbacks off the shelf and lining them up in the middle of the living room floor, and she holds one of them up. It’s The Exorcist.
“Rea mi!”
“Stazi, this is not a good book for us. Why don’t you get one of your books?”
“DADA REA NAH!”
“OK, uh, … When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to sever the bonds that have held them to another and to... uh...”
Stazi turns a page.
“To bring forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights; that chief among these are life, liberty, and property;”
Stazi turns more pages.
“That, a well-regulated militia being essential, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be abridged; that Congress shall pass no ex post facto law, nor shall excessive bail be set, nor cruel and unusual punishment, uh, assigned;”
Stazi turns a bunch of pages.
“That Congress shall be empowered to grant letters of marque and reprisal; that… government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not languish;”
Stazi turns about 50 pages.
“That a house divided against itself cannot stand; that this house will not fall, but it will become entirely one thing or the other; either... uh...”
Stazi turns to the last page of the book.
“That before this decade is out, we will land a man on the moon and return him safely to earth; that yelling "Fire!" in a crowded theater is not free speech; that you will not crucify us upon a cross of gold; a chicken in every pot; and furthermore, Carthage must be destroyed.”
She scooted down off my lap, said “Tanks Dada,” and went to look for something to eat and/or smear on the TV.
Posted by Keith at 9:48 PM | Comments (0)