Baby Blase

We played the Hustlers – an amazing, super tough team. And we lead into the half! We ended up loosing by 20 points, but, we played better than ever. It was awesome. Here are a couple of the first of the photos:

Listening: Those Darlins

Harrison, as Superman, while playing in the fun-room, saves one of his dinosaurs from peril. Me, as the dinosaur, thanks Superman.

With hands on hips and his serious face Harrison replies, “I’m just here to help.”

Listening: Those Darlins

Tonight there will be presents, a racecar balloon, party hats and Aunt Kylies waiting for you after school. And a banana split with chocolate sauce, whipped cream and a cherry no matter how much dinner you eat.

Happy Birthday little dude.

Listening: The History of Apple Pie

I gave the kid a haircut a couple weeks ago. It started to get hot out and his hair was too thick on top. I thought, “I’ll just thin it out and shorten his bangs – to keep it out of his eyes.” It was early evening – he was starting to get tired/irritable/spazzy but, I disregarded that and parked him in front of the TV on the cement floor in the living room, made him stand – STAND! – and tried to cut as fast as I could while he wriggled around… I realize now that my timing and set up may not have been stellar.

I was a bit liberal with the trimming of the bangs on the right, so I attempted to even it up on the left and went too far, accentuating his cowlick. Not wanting to do any further damage I combed it to the side and called it a day. And it looks OK… if I put product in it, comb it just right and he doesn’t move around too much. So, yeah – his hair was a disaster. Just in time for a trip to California to see the grandparents, his 3rd birthday and our 3rd session of professional photos with Bonnie Berry.

Dying eggs – his hair in all of its wonky-glory:

I thought that if I made it a little messy and stick up a bit it would look better:

I was wrong.

And just when I thought it was starting to grow out so that nobody would notice…

…our neighbor Julie asked if Harrison cut his own bangs.

MOM FAIL.

Listening: Fleet Foxes

We are beginning month 4 of the Superman Shirt Obsession.

I wasn’t worried at first, and I suppose I’m still not worried per se – I mean, he’ll start wanting to wear normal clothes at some point – right? Because I’m pretty sure that when he goes to college in 15 years the hipsters will have all moved on from ironic-80′s and found a different way to embarrass themselves.

Listening: The Folk Implosion

Harrison: “May I please brush my teeth?”

Me: “Yes, what a polite way of asking! Of course you can!”

Harrison: “I’m going to do it slowly because when you do it fastly you poke my gums.”

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While this sounds like the picture of mature-communication – the truth is these exchanges are more often than not followed by outbursts of screaming-tears because: “No, I want MILK. NO! In a regular cup! No – juice! I waaaaaant COFFEE!” This beverage discussion actually happened this morning… all in one sob-filled breath.

Listening: The Carper Family

Harrison: “I’m going to marry a princess. I’m going to marry Princess Fiona… I’m going to marry Princess Fiona and you mommy.”

Me: “Me? How nice.”

Harrison: “You AND Princess Fiona.”

…

Harrison: “Which one is the bad guy?”

Me: “There are no bad guys. It’s a beautiful royal wedding. It’s a happy day.”

… disappointed silence …

Me: “Actually, no, there IS a bad guy…”

Me: “Her hat is the bad guy.”

Harrison: “Hey you bad guy! I’ll getchoo.”

Harrison has started singing a lot these days – little ditties that he has written, many of which I have no clue as to their inspiration, like this for example:

“I never wanna go ta Jaaaaay-aaaall. I never wanna go ta Jaaaaay-aaaall. I never wanna go ta Jaaaaay-aaaall. I never wanna go ta Jaaaaay-aaaall. I never wanna go ta Jaaaaay-aaaall.”

translation: I never want to go to jail

While I agree with the sentiment of the song, I do think the material may be a little age-inappropriate for a not-yet 3 year-old. Here’s a video of the song, although when he knows he’s being listened to or filmed he is much less enthusiastic.

Harrison: “Mom, see that water coming out of my eyes?”

Me: “Tears? What are they from?”
(There were no real tears – he had just been laying down and his eyes were watering a little bit)

Harrison: “It’s ’cause I missed you.

A new category has been added to this blog – this post now falls under “communication” AS WELL AS “manipulation”

I picked up H from school after a rough day (he didn’t sleep well the night before and he was exhausted. He just wanted to “eat dinner and watch Shrek” – which frankly sounded fantastic, however, early that day I had banned TV for the entire day (I have no idea what I was thinking –  that only punishes the parents!) because he wasn’t listening. After reminding him of the current state of TV-watching privileges, or rather – lack there of, I offered some other ways that we could spend the 20 minutes before dinner, “we could go on a walk, we could climb your tree, we could play cars…?”

Harrison: “No, mom – I watch TV. Those are the options.”

Listening: The Sandwitches