>Happy Easter! I know, I am even more behind now… And I have lots of cute photos and stories to share, but it is way past bedtime so I need to go with the one that has already uploaded. So! Little League has started, and opening day was Saturday. We biked to the field at about 8:45 am, and it was a balmy 40, and then the temperature started dropping. But it was still pretty fun. And Luke had a pretty nice hit, too:
Category Archives: Luke
>MetaMegan: Grounded Until The Taxes Are Filed
>I really, really need to get the taxes done. I’d be working on them right now, but long story short, I am working on work. So, as soon as I finish this fun project, I am moving on to the taxes, and no blogging allowed until I am finished!
But coming soon:
1.) Several months of backlog of Panic Attack Magazine
2.) Luke week, in which I focus on cute things about Luke so he doesn’t have to go into therapy when he reads my blog and it sounds like I am always talking about his brother. Before I forget – today we had this exchange:
Me: We need to try on some shorts to make sure you have some pairs that fit before we go to Mexico.
Luke: Eye roll
Me: Unless you just want to wear your bathing suit the whole time
Luke: No, because then girls be saying, “Wow, those are some pretty funny shorts you are wearing.”
Me: (thought balloon) Uh… Huh?? Wha?? Girls???
3.) Jack’s reaction to hand me down sandals
4.) My fun sewing project.
That is all for now. Wish me luck with the taxes.
Here is a picture of my baby hippo to tide you over:
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| From March |
>Marking His Territory
>Is everyone sick of the whole thing where I talk about how Jack is possessed by Bean? Are you like, “We know, we know. Your baby barks. Quit beating it with a dead horse (as my friend Holly was known to say)”?
Well I have just one more story.
Today I was trying to change a diaper when I realized I did not have a diaper within arms reach. Because I was in the living room. I said, “Luke, please run and grab a diaper. Jack, don’t pee.”
But then Jack got a glint in his eye, and a set in his jaw, and there was a little something about his stance, so I said, “LUKE! Please hurry with that diaper! Jack, don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee!”
Luke sauntered in with the diaper some time after Jack had taken 3 steps back and peed on the tiny 5×8 rug, the only area on the main floor where the wood floor is covered.
I was shaking my fist at the heavens. No! No! No!
Luke said, resignedly, “Mom, Jack only peed there because that is where Bean used to pee.”
(In other news, it may be time for potty training.)
>Luke, Luke, Does Not Like Puke
>Luke and Jack and I were playing hot wheels in Luke’s room on Sunday. It was a really fun time! Until Jack sort of threw up on Luke’s carpeting. Luke jumped up, screamed, ran in some circles, and then ran screaming out of the room and continued carrying on elsewhere in the house. I grabbed a kleenex and wiped up the tiny mess while Jack and I snickered at Luke.
Luke finally came back and asked, “Is it over? Is he done puking? Is the mess cleaned up? Ugh! My carpet! Jack puked on my carpet!”
Then Jack looked at me, leaned over and pretended to throw up, but in actuality, just spit onto the carpet. Luke ran screaming from the room and Jack just looked at me and started snickering again.
>We All Have Our Quirks
>I have been working a lot. It’s very annoying. I have been home 3 days with sick kids and I have been making up the time in the evenings. Also, when I go in to work, I still have more to do in the evenings. It’s really cutting into my blogging time. Also, my life.
And that is how I found myself putting away laundry and cleaning the kitchen at 11:05 p.m. this evening.
Earlier today I picked up all the recycling from the bathroom (toilet paper roll, shampoo bottle, soap box) and carried it some of the way to the recycling bin. Later, I saw Luke standing a toilet paper roll on the counter and he said, “Please don’t move this toilet paper roll unless I say it’s OK.” I said, “OK.”
After his shower, Luke came out of the bathroom holding some towel thread. I said, “What do you have there?” He said, “some thread. It’s very special to me. I am going to put it somewhere special.” I said, “OK.”
So when I was trying to clean off the counter before bed, and I knocked over the toilet paper roll, I wasn’t surprised to find some frayed towel thread and a shell inside it. Amused, but not surprised.
>Six
>http://www.youtube.com/get_player
Luke and his posse hit the terrain park this weekend for his birthday and we filmed another video or two for the retrospective at the X-games in a few years. Dave says, “Go Tommy!” But Luke goes first, then Tommy, then Fritz.
This next one is the chip off the old block video:
http://www.youtube.com/get_player
So far six is an interesting age. He can be very polite when he wants something, yet he thinks “No” is an acceptable response when I ask him to do something. He is so much bigger than that little skier that everyone thought was so adorable when he passed them,
but from the lift over the terrain park I still hear, “Did you see that little boy go over that jump?!”
He can mountain bike and ski, but I still get to tuck him in at night, and he’ll still slip his hand into mine when we cross the street.
He has become modest enough to say, “I need privacy when I change my clothes!” And yet my reply has to be, “Then don’t change in the living room.”
>The Season of Giving
>Dave and Luke and Jack went shopping for my Christmas presents on Sunday and then wrapped them and put them under the tree. Luke is very excited about my present, but he was a little bothered by the fact that there weren’t any presents under the tree for him. Last year he got PJs and an ornament from me, and this year I planned for the same. But he already knows about the PJs, and the ornament isn’t that big of a deal. So when he asked what I would be giving him for Christmas I said nothing. Santa will be bringing all your gifts! This was an unsatisfactory answer for many reasons, but mostly because that meant nothing under the tree for X more days. We discussed it for a while but he wasn’t able to talk me into giving him a present.
An hour later Luke approached me with a new strategy. He was very serious. A tad choked up.
“Mom. Christmas is a season of giving. And I am a little worried about you. Because you aren’t giving me anything. “
Poor kid. He just wants to make sure I experience the season.
>Where in the World is MetaMegan?
>This weekend, when I could have been working on Christmas cards
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| From December |
I was baking.
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| From December |
I made Challah bread from The Bread Baker’s Apprentice. (Aside: since I had a loaf of challah bread on hand, I decided I needed to make the number 57 sandwich from the now defunct Zachary’s Deli in Athens, OH. It is a grilled cheese, with spinach, tomato, and garlic aioli on challah. But what kind of cheese? I can’t really remember. If any MetaMegan readers know the answer, please leave it in the comments. Thanks!) *** Update – it’s the #41 Drey’s Fusion, and it’s provolone. Thanks Eliot!
I have a bunch of stuff to blog about just as soon as I send out those cards! And to tide you over, here is one of the many outakes from the many Christmas card photo shoots:
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| From December |
OK, one more:
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| From December |
>Circle, Star, Star, Star
>The Target toy catalog has been floating around the house lately, and I told Luke it would be a big help if he circled a few ideas for me, so I could share them with relatives. He pretty much circled everything in the book that wasn’t pink. Then I said, “OK, how about this? Put a star next to the three things you want the most.” Minutes later, in anguish, he turned to me and said, “I have already starred 10 things I just JUST got to the Star Wars Lego page!” So I said, “Put two stars next to the three things that you want the most.” Long story short, everything in the book (that isn’t pink) now has three stars next to it. Three stars and some initials. The initials (D, J, M) stand for things that Luke would like, but that aren’t worth one of his precious three stars.
I started a conversation about picking a family charity by saying, “What are you concerned about? What do you want to fix in the world? Are you worried about animals? People not having enough food?” He said, “I am worried about kids not having enough toys.” So he wants to donate some baby toys. I think we have a ways to go with this philanthropy thing.
>529 Plan
>Sadly, although it was caught on video, the video was not saved. So only Dave and Grandad and 20 cheering spectators witnessed Luke’s stunts in the terrain park at Copper today.
I’ve been filing all the investment statements, including the college funds, without even looking lately. But I just decided not to worry because maybe Luke will go to college on a skiing scholarship!
MetaMegan 