Sent: November 28, 2008 6:07 PM
Subject: Yes We Can
Yes we can update the kid’s website without falling months and months behind. That’s the kind of change we can believe in.
Be sure to check-out the photographs below, or you can go all mavericky and view the printer-friendly version. Enjoy!
- Out of the blue, Jack asked me to hold a karate blocking pad about thigh-high. He then kicked me full-force in the kneecap
- The Lakewood Elementary School pre-election results with all classrooms reporting: Obama wins with 68%. In the end, their prophesy of the actual election results in Texas was fantastically optimistic
- Despite the results in Texas, we finally got one right and there’s no need to update Sorry Everybody
- As some of you know, I swear by Jott, and I often use it to remember funny things the kids say or random to-do’s I might forget. With that said, automatic transcription doesn’t always work: “Revise the agenda and get it back to Marilyn” became “I would buy cushion and get a vacuum.”
- I started to teach the kids to play cribbage earlier this month. We should’ve been playing for money — I really wiped the floor with them
- Cate was running a little late, and Lisa was trying to hurry her along when Cate’s frustration finally boiled over. She loudly delineated her numerous impediments: “First, I have a brother! Second, I have two parents who are always telling me to hurry and get ready!” It should also be noted that we were hurrying her along to private riding lesson — it’s hard being a privileged child
- Jack’s new favorite word (ala Job Bluth): “C’mon!”
- Jack: “I see London, I see France, I see Jackson’s underpants. Wow! How artistic!”. I actually didn’t want him to explain
- Trying to talk the kids off their collective ledge, I asked Cate if she loved her brother. “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. I asked Jack if he loved his sister. “No,” he replied without hesitation, but he couldn’t contain a mischievous smile as he turned on his heel and walked away
- Jack became an avid reader this month. He became so enthralled with his new book, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, that he read for nearly three hours straight. He even asked me to hold it open at the glass door while he showered
- Cate is really missing Grandpa Dick. She knows she’ll see him when she dies, and that “will be great.” Later she told me: “Sometimes I think it would be good to die early because I want to see Grandpa Dick so badly.”
- In a flagrant (and largely successful) attempt to rile us, Jack complained: “Cate stepped right on my [expurgated-not-to-be-mentioned-nether-regions].”
Earlier this week, Cate typed and sent her first real email. It was to Grandma Irene in response to an email she forwarded from Donna Kaufman:
Dear Grandma,
I wish that I could read sign language! I think that sign language is so cool! But I’m so sad that some people are deaf. About the replying in e-mail, I can reply in e-mail. Love,
CateJack commented last night: “These pajamas are too big, but they should fit when I build up my abs.” Unrelated: he’s seven years old.
That’s it for now!
Lisa and Greg
