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We spent Ethan’s birthday eating a huge breakfast and dinner out, playing with his rockets in the front yard, and explaining why slingshots should not be used against people, animals, and houses. Also, bitching about the student neighbors tailgating (from 11 A.M. to at least 6 P.M., when we left to do things other [...]
Ethan: “MC Hammer gave me a bloody nose.”
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One way you don’t want to wake up in the morning: Your child standing over you while you doze, you having hit the snooze button one too many times, saying, “Mom, there was an accident in the kitchen.”
I shot out of bed, thinking a cupboard fell off the wall and scattered dishes and broken [...]
Air-Breathing, Water-Drinking Earthlings
Published April 22nd, 2009 in Children, E, Education, Environment, Holidays, Parenthood and School. 4 CommentsLast night Ethan’s third grade class put on an Earth Day celebration, a “Prairie Home Companion” styled radio show, that was packed full of epic recorder songs and appeals to their parents to recycle and consume water and electricity in more responsible ways. Even though it was relatively standard in the school recital sense, [...]
Ethan is at an age where he likes to hear about how he came to be. Recently there has been a lot of geneological talk, wherein I explain he’s got a very European stock from my side and a very Asian stock from his dad’s (what sucks is that I don’t know a lot [...]
I chuckled when I read this bit on the stick being inducted to the National Toy Hall of Fame, because E spent a good part of the summer in the backyard setting up and knocking down sticks in increasingly elaborate TKD forms.
I wonder if the cardboard box has a spot in the hall [...]
Ethan was coming to a stage in his piano where he was bored with lessons and practice and books with no outright goals or personal creativity. The books given to younger kids are filled with ideas and lessons that don’t have the leeway for improvisation. I brought up an idea to the piano [...]
There’s something slightly poetic about my eight-year-old playing Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” on the piano in his underwear.
Ethan’s old CD player broke so we went out and got him a new one along with a new CD. Since then he’s been playing this song on repeat, and switching between whistling the melody and singing along with an appropriately wistful, rock-ballad-esque vibrato:
Next: black fingernail polish, bangin’ moustache, and glittery leotard.
The boy is growing up.
His parent-teacher conference, melded with a student-sharing meeting at the school, went really well yesterday. He’s using his daily journal entries for class to expound on personal issues, and more often, daily updates for the teacher on Pablo, Merle, and Doug.
Tomorrow he tests for his yellow belt in Tae Kwon [...]
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