DVD Special Futures
Manny has a quote in the quote book at school, "There's a show from BBC that's stop-motion animation." He just informed me and Geoff that "A Grand Day Out is not on the Special Futures because the robot is too rough with Wallace." So many times we just look at eachother and have to bite our lip not to laugh. You want them to just stay that way, four and full of observation. We just want to bask in their little sayings like "Ahem, I brake your pikin" for "Ahem, I beg your pardon.' Or "Dignifed that Mist" for King David saying "I'll become even more undignifed than this."
We've been enjoying the humor of Alexander from Alexander and the Terrible Horrible, No Good Bad Day. I think it's the first sarcasm they are picking up on. "Guess whose mom forgot to pack dessert, " it says. This week I made it a point to pack them each a cupcake with "little coconut sprinkles" so they could be like "Albert Moyo" in the book. Benici has taken to holding his forehead out of frustration. Probably to a fault, I want so much for them to be who they are. Pure and full of nonsequiturs and quirkiness. I want them to feel the wind in their sails clearing swiftly over the sick underbelly of harsh self-criticism, the cacaphony of "WKFKD" as Anne Lamott says. I want them to always be able to fit into their madras plaid pants sizes 18 mos and 3t aka their Frog and Toad pants aka their Juggling Pants. I want them to make choices full of certainty and self-possession. Even if it is making stick-stew in the backyard or looping a jumprope through a bike, a scooter and a plastic tractor.
We've been enjoying the humor of Alexander from Alexander and the Terrible Horrible, No Good Bad Day. I think it's the first sarcasm they are picking up on. "Guess whose mom forgot to pack dessert, " it says. This week I made it a point to pack them each a cupcake with "little coconut sprinkles" so they could be like "Albert Moyo" in the book. Benici has taken to holding his forehead out of frustration. Probably to a fault, I want so much for them to be who they are. Pure and full of nonsequiturs and quirkiness. I want them to feel the wind in their sails clearing swiftly over the sick underbelly of harsh self-criticism, the cacaphony of "WKFKD" as Anne Lamott says. I want them to always be able to fit into their madras plaid pants sizes 18 mos and 3t aka their Frog and Toad pants aka their Juggling Pants. I want them to make choices full of certainty and self-possession. Even if it is making stick-stew in the backyard or looping a jumprope through a bike, a scooter and a plastic tractor.


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