Sweet deal. I saw that in the Office freezer we have a Tombstone Pizza, half cheese/half pepperoni...I love Tombstone Pizza for some reason.
So my goal was to nudge the coworkers towards pizza for lunch. After Owen resisted slightly ("I don't like pizza" - lie!) he told me he liked cheese while Summer & Ethan like pepperoni...
LUCKILY I HAVE THE HALF & HALF!
So we're going to eat pizza...(and yeah, I just whispered "yessss" like Ethan does)
- Another fun highlight of the ride home were when this guy blatantly ran a red light, the car next to us honked, and the kids wondered what happened.
First I said the guy was dumb but then I switched to dangerous.
They haven't learned "Dangerous" yet...
Try to explain dangerous without using other, equally hard, words...
I settle on saying the guy is bad.
Summer chimes in:
"Bi-Bictor, when he gets home he should put himself in time out..."
- Lastly, I know I talk about this a lot so feel free to send me a mean email but I keep finding it funny. For the first few weeks they would request Gare-wet but weren't entirely certain...This week its become clear they can actually tell when it is and isn't (meaning they've come to recognize Eli's voice who I've been saying is Garrett to cut down on explanations)...
Today they took it one step further. I forgot to mention how on the way to school Ethan was humming along to the one song he seems to really like.
This cracked me up.
However, on the way home, he asked for the song with drums & harmonica...So his listening has progressed from thinking he likes something...to liking something...to learning the melody of something...to knowing the difference between the songs he likes based on the instruments he hears.
I don't know what kids are and are not supposed to know by the age of 4 so I find this kind of cool.
I also found out my aunt - their grandmother - has maracas because when they heard them in the song Owen said Grandma had some...I find this incredibly interesting.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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