You knew it had to be done. With a couple of little boys obsessed with all things space related, our gingerbread “house” this year was bound to succumb to the obsession. We were happy to oblige the boys and Micah did a great job designing something that would allow for a smoke-and-flames liftoff. It took us several days to get from dough to bread to rocket, but I don’t think the boys minded a bit, especially once we actually got down to the pouring-candy-on-every-available-surface part of the process.
Anyway, here’s the process and the finished product, for your enjoyment.
The other night Micah and I put the boys to bed early. Then we sat down on the couch and pulled out a crossword puzzle, just like we used to do in the pre-kid days. It’s been years since we’ve done a crossword together. We used to do them all the time when we were dating and engaged and before Simon was born. But such quiet, mentally intensive pursuits have taken a back seat to more relaxing, more passive time-killers when we have a few minutes of unscheduled, post-bedtime quiet. Still, it only took a few minutes for us to get back into our normal groove. Micah knew all the ones I didn’t have a clue about, I filled in the ones I knew before he had a chance to look at them. We puzzled over the last few together before filling in our best guesses and high-fiving a job well done.
Today marks seven years of filling in the blanks for each other as a married couple. Here’s to seventy more.
Happy Anniversary to us.
Sometimes, when I’ve stepped away from writing my daily post for tMR, Simon will decide he wants to write his own post. I’m always nearby telling him which letter comes next, but he comes up with the words all on his own. Most of them don’t get finished. This is the post he wrote today. Actually, he pecked out the first couple of lines one finger at a time, then got tired and asked me to type the rest for him, which I did as he dictated to me (I also added periods because he’s not very adept at using them yet). And then he insisted on uploading pictures as well. So we did.
Here’s the finished product:
(click on the image to see it full-size)
I didn’t actually post it on my blog. This is just what it looks like in preview mode.
I’m sure he has a future in blogging.
. . . or maybe it has just been too long since I’ve taken my stroller on public transportation, but wow, if New York City didn’t roll out the red carpet for me today. First there was the young lady who helped get Simon and Oliver seated on the bus while I lugged the folded stroller through the crowded aisle to try to snag a spot close to them. Then there was the teenage boy who grabbed my stroller and set it next to my seat while I juggled getting the boys and the bags onto the next bus while swiping my metrocard. And then there was the lady who helped me carry Simon and the stroller (Oliver was in the carrier on my back) down two flights of stairs down into the train station and up another flight to get to the right platform. And if that weren’t enough, when we finally got to our home station, a man offered to carry the stroller (now empty) up the stairs for me, and even waited for me while I tied Simon’s shoe.
I didn’t even have to ask any of them. They just offered. In fact, they hardly even offered, they just did it. I felt very taken care of.
I was finishing up with dinner and came out to the living room to find Simon sitting on the floor, eyes downcast, posture defeated, holding the magnadoodle so I could see it.
It tugged at my heartstrings. I dropped everything and went to hug him and ask him why he was sad. And then he said, “Well, you wouldn’t let me take the rocking horse from Oliver.”
And the heartstrings retracted. But he gets points for pathos.
First: I have no pictures to illustrate this post because I did not bring my camera. I didn’t want to carry it. I should have known . . . . Also, I brag about my children in this post. You have been warned.
Micah and I went climbing over the weekend. Just to an indoor place here in Brooklyn. I’d gotten Micah a couple of day passes for Christmas two years ago, so we thought we might as well use them before a third Christmas passed. I think the last time I climbed at an indoor gym (also the first) was on our honeymoon, 7 years ago this month. Micah’s previous girlfriend had given him a couple of passes that he hadn’t gotten around to using while they were together. (I should have learned my lesson from that, eh?) And it had been longer than that since I’d climbed outdoors. My rustiness showed and I didn’t pass the belay test. Which meant that Micah wouldn’t be able to top-rope climb. He was stuck with bouldering.
Oops. My bad.
We had a good time anyway. Micah belayed me up a couple of climbs, we attempted some slacklining, and we both tried our arms at some bouldering. By the end of the night, washing my hands was almost too much work to ask of my poor, sore arms. But mostly all we talked about as we left the climbing gym was how we couldn’t wait to take the boys back there in a couple of years.
Of course. What else are parents supposed to talk about on date nights?
It turns out, however, that we have good reason to think the boys are going to rock the walls (pun totally intended) in just a few years. Mostly because on Friday, Simon went to Bounce U with a friend. Bounce U is one of those places with huge inflatable toys. Oliver wasn’t technically signed up to play, but nobody seemed to mind (except his mother) as he climbed to the top of a very large slide. I know it was very large because I climbed up there with him the first time and then had to slide down with him. I kept hoping that he would chicken out, like he does on the slides at the playground, but no such luck. He managed to get halfway up the ladder before I realized that he actually could do it on his own and followed him up so I could take him safely back down to the bottom, without having to use the slide.
And then there was Simon. Simon who spent half an hour climbing the spider web — six levels of elastic bands that stretch in a way that makes it nearly impossible for a 4-year-old to climb up. Nearly impossible. But not totally. Because Simon did it. It took him 30 minutes to get up and 3 seconds to slide down. And it was awesome. He was determined and he was persistent and he figured it out when almost all the other kids gave up. I was riding that mom-high for a good 48 hours. I’m still glowing at the thought of it. In fact, because of that, I was tempted to get Micah some more day passes to the climbing gym for Christmas so he could take the boys. In fact, come to think of it, that might be the perfect gift. By the time he got around to using them, the boys would be big enough to actually climb a rock wall.