Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Juno 1998-2011

We are now a one-dog household.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Iain Takes a Picture

The Mom, making the cake. Mmm...cake.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

I Can Has Slippers?

Please note the total destruction of Chez Grandparents. I think we know who is to blame:

That's right: rocket man.

Every time we handed out a present, he would say, "Is it for me?" and "I LOVE IT." And we would say, "Open it!" Anything flat elicited, "I hope it's a book!"*

This is really the first year he's been fully aware of the Christmas concept. He recognizes Santa, he wants lights on the house (we told him he can have lights if he'll eat chicken and french fries. He said no.), and he actually went to sleep last night and tonight because of the promise that when he wakes up there will be special gifts. Also, he learned to rip off gift wrap this year.

*Proof we are good parents. Yes, I'm smirking. What of it?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

College Plans

Me: "Iain, where are you going to go to college?"


Iain: "Dragon Mountain."
Me: "Is it hard to get in there?"
Iain: "Yes, a dragon lurks inside."
Iain: "You're my pet." [He pats me.] "You're a bad cat. A bad girl cat."

[Iain exits stage right.]

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

What Happens When You Get Up At 635am

Asleep in his snack.

Checking In

This morning, 635am:

I am sitting at the counter in the kitchen, reading the interwebs and drinking tea. Everyone else is asleep, or so I assume.

Iain appears, in his jammies, and says, "Everything ok here?"

Uh....yeah? And you?

He then played Legos for half an hour before breakfast.

Thursday, December 01, 2011

I showed one of my students this.

He replied with this: