Dear Giant Nose Ring Guy and Pink Hair Lady, I apologize for my son, Sean. Sort of. See, since he's not a 19th century toreador, his experience with giant (1/4" thick and black) nose rings is limited. So, when you joined us in that elevator...well, lets face it, there wasn't much else to look at for a 3-year old. And when he said, "Mommy. What's that in his nose?" he meant it in a "Cool accessory, dude!" kind of way, I'm almost positive. And when I, as his mother, (who was almost cool, at best, in her day) said, "Whose nose?" I was totally kidding and trying to get you to smile. So, by not smiling, I can only assume that you were a. deaf, b. stoned, or c. insulted. If it's c, then you are even more hilarious than Sean. Pink Hair Lady at the library who flashed us a huge smile when Sean said, "Mommy! That lady has FUNNY PINK HAIR!" Thank you. You rule. Sincerely, Proud Mother of Sean
Today, Luke woke up crying from his nap. He keeps having a nightmare that he's "little." I tried to calm him down and suggested we go downstairs and watch "Chikka Chikka Boom Boom." It's one of their favorite books and we have the DVD version too. It's actually just a catchy rhyme about an alphabet climbing a palm tree.
Anyway, Luke was trying to see the bright side of life, and he said, "Chikka Chikka Boom Boom is my best friend."
Sean had just woken up too and he looked at Luke for a minute - concerned - and said, "But, Luke, it doesn't have a face. It only has coconuts!"
The boys read books to themselves in bed while Cliff and I read and sit in our rocking chairs. Tonight I brought up "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" for Luke. It's full of Seussian nonsense characters. Luke (whispering and half sitting up to peer at me through the crib bars): "Mommy! Mommy! Whats that?" So I haul my petard out of the chair and reluctantly indulge him in his postponement of slumber, "What?" "That!" He whispers, pointing at a crazy Seuss character who looks sad. "It's a...creature." *pause* "Yeah. What kind of creature, Mommy?" "It's a...yellow creature." *pause* "Yeah. What that yellow creature called, Mommy?" He could see my shoulders shaking and he grinned a little from behind his pakpak.
Wonderful Leslie put together the world's greatest cowboy outfits for the boys' birthday. Genuine Santa Fe red felt hats, vintage cowboy shirts, beaded belts and hand sewn vests with sheriff badges. The first hats were too small due to their GIANT HEADS, but she exchanged them for Size L's and the boys became dudes.