Sunday, April 27, 2014

Nodding Off

The Boy, currently, is the only kindergartner from Minedeo School to be attending sessions at the gifted center for the Pittsburgh public schools. The gifted program takes place in its own building, at the Greenway School. The kids get to their school in the morning, and at the end of first period (or so) get on a bus, go to Greenway, and get back to their home school right about at the start of last period. I'm not sure what I think about the gifted program, but - at the least - it provides a nice break for the day for the kids.



We've been fighting a cold around the house. As per usual, it goes from child to child to child to grownup to grownup, then back to the first child. At the time of last week's gifted program day, The Boy was feeling sluggish but reasonably well. At the end of the Greenway day, he got back on the bus to go back to Minedeo.

At this point, he fell asleep on the bus. Now, he's the only kindergartner, so none of his normal school friends are on the bus with him. In addition, his head doesn't necessarily poke over the top of the seat. So, the bus drops the gifted students at Minedeo, then goes to the next school (Colfax) to pick up the kids at the end of their school day. One of the kids from The Boy's Sunday school class comes on the bus and sees him curled up in his seat, asleep, and they let the bus driver know what was happening. The bus driver has, I'm sure, an "oh, sh*t" moment and gets him back to Minedeo.



Now, to make this a tad more interesting, The Wife had stopped by Minedeo to drop off some stuff, go through some plans (she's playing piano and helping teach the kids for the Flag Day ceremony) with The Boy's teacher. She walked into the main office to sign in and sees the office staff, whose eyes went wide with a "holy crap how did you hear already?" moment. She hadn't, yet, but did. Long story short, The Boy was returned to his school promptly, the drive apologized profusely and got a good talking-to, and no harm was done. This will just be an amusing story we'll tell forever.

Side note: growing up, we always thought my mother had spies who would tell her what we did in any given day. As parents of motivated, highly energetic children, I can now say that it was a combination of two things: 1) people really are nosy and like to let you know when they see your children and what they were doing, and 2) kids will always tell you when they did something they weren't supposed to do.


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Monday, April 21, 2014

Like Father, Like Son

Last night, we had family movie night again, watching the 2003 Disney movie, "Brother Bear." If you didn't see it, mild spoilers ahead. The movie takes place in Inuit Canada or Alaska.

The premise of the movie: due to the actions of the little brother, the oldest brother gets killed fighting a bear (which is the totem of the little brother). The little brother seeks vengeance and kills the bear, which angers the spirits who turn him into a bear. He embarks on a quest to regain his humanity, accompanied by a mouthy cub and two moose, who are played by Rick Moranis and Dave Thomas, reprising the Mackensie Brothers of Saturday Night Live fame.

The ending, as you would expect in a coming-of-age story like this, is touching and strikes an emotional chord with any of us who have lost family members (or, as The Boy has lately, thought about the concept of death). Here's what was illuminating to me: The Boy actually had tears in his eyes at the end of the movie!

My big softie of a son. He takes after me, and I take after my grandfather Hank, who would cry at the drop of a hat. It wasn't a family gathering if Pop-pop wasn't crying at some point. I'm the same way - just an emotional ball of mush. My wife is not that sensitive person - she doesn't see it. That's okay - two sensitive people like that probably shouldn't be raising three boys like we are.

It's nice to know that one of them takes after me, though.



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Sunday, April 20, 2014

How To Irritate a 6-Year Old

Start a race at the corner of Love and Philander (no sh*t, our cross street) with The Boy on his bike and you running. He gets a lead - much, much faster without training wheels - and, while he takes the street, cut between two houses to get to the park entrance first. Then say that you won the race even while cheating. It will drive him insane.


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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Darn kids.

Me: "What happened to my coffee?"

The Boy: "I don't know. It wasn't my turn to watch it."


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Thursday, April 10, 2014

A Moment of Perfection

I'm sitting in the park. It's 73 degrees and sunny, with a light breeze. Little Bear is running around with a similarly aged boy, just shouting because they are young and able to shout. The Boy is riding his bike around the park, and The Baby is climbing and playing. Every fifteen steps or so, The Baby stops to pull up his pants, having inherited his brothers' lack of behind.









In short, this is a brief moment of absolute perfection.


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