may-derby

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:

May Bout - Hells v Hustlers

May Bout - Hells v Hustlers

May Bout - Hells v Hustlers

Listening: Those Darlins

saves the day

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

superman with cape

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

Listening: Those Darlins

three

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

whaw whaw whawwww

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

still obsessed

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

mother, may i

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.”

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


while watching the royal wedding

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.”

singer/songwriter

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.

adding new categories

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”

options

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