Author: eaumaison (Page 71 of 210)

(I’m behind big time on posting on this blog. I haven’t uploaded Thanksgiving photos yet, so I’ve been holding off on posting. But sometimes you just have to skip ahead and write what’s on your mind NOW instead of waiting to do it in the proper order).

 Last night was the Live Peter Pan broadcast and I’m sort of sad I missed the beginning. I started late, only setting it to record when Ben started getting tweets about a pirate with a Star Wars tattoo.  (Christian Borle playing Smee, and Ben confirmed his left bicep.  We think it’s either a huge fan who included it, or a hint that he will be in the new movie.)    I stopped watching after 45 minutes so I can watch it later and fast forward the many many commercial breaks. 

This was so much much better than Sound of Music.  Although Allison Williams didn’t have the power and professionalism of her lost (and cast way too old) boys, she had the character nailed.  Christopher Walken was terrible.  Actually, I pretty much agree with this blogger’s take on it.  

But what really sold it for me was when Jack crept downstairs in his jammies, 30 minutes after we put him to bed.  He was cradling his puppy toy and peering around the Christmas tree, tentatively asking what we were watching.  I’m usually pretty strict about bedtimes, but the sight of him melted me.  I opened my arms to fold him in my lap and together we watched Peter Pan.  He LOVED the Disney show when he was 3.  He remembered a lot of it and asked lots of questions about new parts.  He was keen to see the pirates.  He honestly thought Pan could fly.  “I guess she can leap really really far” he explained when I asked him about her jumps.  When she stayed up and flipped upside down he was truly baffled.  Ben and I shared laughing eyes – the wires and harnesses so obvious to us.  But to Jack this was something magical.  When I finally insisted he go to bed I turned off the show so it wouldn’t be temptation for him, promising that he can finish it later.  I miss magic things. 

Today is a classically bad day. Not quite awake yet, I reached above my head for a tissue to blow my congested nose. Instead, I knocked my iPad off the shelf and it landed square on the bridge of my nose.  I cried out in pain and Ben leapt up to give me a bandage for the bleeding.  

 Fantastic.  

For marshmallows!  This years they are dark chocolate and cherry vanilla.  

I also make soft chewy pumpkin chocolate chip cookies for the . . . fifth? time this fall? That recipe is a real winner. The occasion is our friends the Arcands coming over to play tonight.  It’s so rare that we can get Jack and Nora together, but they love each other so.  I’m curious if Sam and Henry will interact tonight.  

JACK DAJR MASON

(Self taught spelling of his middle name)

Sam makes the weirdest noises.  He’s grunter, happy or sad.  He does this gruff, staccato laugh sometimes, usually in response to cute animals.  Here we are browsing cute internet dog pictures. 

When we were reading a book on kittens last week, his laugh sounded like we were reading dirty jokes.  My baby is a coarse old man 😉

Frozen hopped, skipped, and jumped across the year.  From release through the winter, DVD sales in the summer, Elsas galore at Halloween, and now Christmas tie-ins.  Like Ben said, “Disney has ALL the money.”  Probably true.  Jack sang this non-stop for an hour, and started to add dance moves.  I asked him to do it on tape.

The snowfall hasn’t stopped.  We have about four inches now and it’s absolutely cold outside.  Sam loves wearing boots and gloves because he could explore the snow more.  Letting him walk to and from the building was impossible because he was so distracted.  Jack immediately tried to throw a snowball at me.  I deflected and scolded him.  He pelted Sam with four before I got him to stop.  Sam was having too much fun to care.

Sam has learned to blow his nose!  This is the best thing for a parent with a sick kid.  Unfortunately, he doesn’t do it anymore when I wipe his nose.  No, he takes a tissue of his own, puts it on his cheek, and walks around huffing his nose, getting snot down his chin.  It looks a lot like when he pretends to talk on toy phones, but he’s pretending to blow his nose instead.  Hilarious AND gross.  That sums up toddlers, doesn’t it?