Weston drew a portrait of our family.
Left to right: Weston, Conrad (who is smaller than Weston), Claire, Rich, and Julia.
P.S. – Weston, Conrad, and Rich are each wearing a tie.
Pictionary
We’re playing Pictionary. Weston is drawing and I’m guessing. Weston draws the following sketch, puts his pencil down, and says he’s finished.
The word is “bottom.”
Frown Upside Down
Conrad’s Contractions (Not the Baby Kind)
Conrad has been speaking more efficiently lately. “What if” is “wha-f” which sounds like what a dog would say. “Liked it” has been shortened to “like-ud.”
He is also making some things longer. Baba Fet is baba-the-fet (we figure it’s a combination of Jaba the Hut and Baba Fet). In fact, I am now papa-the fet and Claire is mama-the-fet. Oh yeah, and McDonalds is Old McDonalds.
Don’t look both ways
When we go for a walk, we tell Conrad to look both ways when crossing a street. So, he shakes his head quickly back and forth while walking across the street — again, this is Conrad, so it is probably his clever way of telling us “no” while still obeying us.
Counting with Conrad
We were teaching the kids to jump off of the diving board. I would sit on some kind of flotation device below the diving board, waiting to catch them until they felt comfortable doing it on their own. In order to move things along, I would try and count to three. Weston and Julia both stopped me and told me they wanted to do the counting. I guess it’s a control thing.
Then it was Conrad’s turn. Once again I tried to count, and once again he wished to do the counting…and he began: 1, 2, 3…(one would expect him to jump at this point)… 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 16….(He missed a couple but kept going)…17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23……(Everyone is now watching, wondering)….24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30…(Rich is wondering how high he will go and is no longer ready to catch anybody)…31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, thirty nnnniiiiiiiiiinnnnne…and he jumps.
Happy Birthday
No, it’s not my birthday.
Claire came out of Conrad’s room one night, rolled her eyes, and said, “Happy birthday. Now good night!” I asked Claire why she wished him a happy birthday. It turns out she was simply returning the good wishes. Conrad had wished her a happy birthday….and since that unbirthday, each night, Conrad wishes us a happy birthday before bed. I suspect he knows it’s not anyone’s birthday because he says it with a wry smile. To demonstrate Conrad’s influence in the family, before bed, we all now say, “Good night. Happy birthday.” Good night, Weston. Happy birthday. Good night, Julia. Happy birthday. Good night, Claire. Happy birthday.
How Polite is little Conman?!?
Conrad and I are playing swords….
Con: Pretend that I cut off both your legs.
Rich: I love how you’re so polite when asking if you can cut off my legs.
Con: Pleeeeeaaase, can I cut off both your legs?
Julia’s Joke
Claire told Julia her manners were impeccable. Julia told us she wanted to make a joke. She said there is a woodpecker who saw a tree that looked impeccable. She’s six. That’s a pretty good joke. Is Julia growing up? Are all of her future jokes going to make sense? This is so sad.
Conrad Hygiene
Lately, Conrad and Weston have been very interested in superheroes. As a result, Conrad now gives everything a superhero name. And…because of recent events, Conrad is very concerned about his “bat boogies” and washing his hands so he doesn’t catch the “Slime Flu”.