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Dec. 10th, 2007 12:22 pmThis was a classic mispronunciation in my childhood household, I don't recall by whom.
Christmas tree decorating report:
8am: mr. flea is heading to Target for more lights (who'd have thought a 5 foot slim tree would need 2 strings!) and Casper is blithely decorating even though all the ornaments will have to come off later. Dillo is making the penguin ornaments kiss each other.
This is our first year having a real tree and I think I like it. Even if it is a Fraser Fir and not Balsam. We bought one of the cheapest trees on the lot (at the local Methodist church) and it was $35. The big ones were $125! We wanted a little one as we are pressed for space.
11:11: first ornament casualty. Something I thought was plastic was actually glass. Emphasis on "was." Ooops.
Casper LOVED decorating the tree and also LOVES the Playmobil Advent calendar we got this year. (Playmobil, being German and secular, gives us all the animals for a creche scene, and an angel, but on the 24th you get Santa, which cracks me up.) She is allowed to play with the Playmobil, and also the Wendt and Kuhn German Herzegebirge wooden Christmas angels, only on the shelf of the china cabinet. Mostly she follows this rule, although we had a 2nd degree battle yesterday when she forgot.
Casper's been rather difficult this past week; got in to trouble at school one day when Mrs. B was in a meeting and they had a substitute, to whom Casper refused to listen. When mr. flea discussed this with Mrs. B the next morning, she also said that Casper has been more social with her classmates (not just her favorite Logan) but also more physical with them, including head-butting one kid. Not good. We're wondering if the influence of Emmett after school - who is physically pretty wild and rassly - is a factor. I dunno. I was feeling sick this weekend and didn't have enough energy to deal with her well. We really need to set up playdates and go to the park (especially when it is 70 degrees, as this weekend) to direct her energy positively. But she resists going to the park and wants to stay in her pjs all day.
Here's a funny seasonal conversation we had yesterday:
subject is The Baby Jesus
me: The Baby Jesus was born a long, long time ago.
Casper: In the 50s?
As for me, I am on Day 5 of my cold and it is The Day When The Sinuses Go MWHONG When I Bend Over. I've never gotten sinus pain with colds before last spring, and: do not want.
Christmas tree decorating report:
8am: mr. flea is heading to Target for more lights (who'd have thought a 5 foot slim tree would need 2 strings!) and Casper is blithely decorating even though all the ornaments will have to come off later. Dillo is making the penguin ornaments kiss each other.
This is our first year having a real tree and I think I like it. Even if it is a Fraser Fir and not Balsam. We bought one of the cheapest trees on the lot (at the local Methodist church) and it was $35. The big ones were $125! We wanted a little one as we are pressed for space.
11:11: first ornament casualty. Something I thought was plastic was actually glass. Emphasis on "was." Ooops.
Casper LOVED decorating the tree and also LOVES the Playmobil Advent calendar we got this year. (Playmobil, being German and secular, gives us all the animals for a creche scene, and an angel, but on the 24th you get Santa, which cracks me up.) She is allowed to play with the Playmobil, and also the Wendt and Kuhn German Herzegebirge wooden Christmas angels, only on the shelf of the china cabinet. Mostly she follows this rule, although we had a 2nd degree battle yesterday when she forgot.
Casper's been rather difficult this past week; got in to trouble at school one day when Mrs. B was in a meeting and they had a substitute, to whom Casper refused to listen. When mr. flea discussed this with Mrs. B the next morning, she also said that Casper has been more social with her classmates (not just her favorite Logan) but also more physical with them, including head-butting one kid. Not good. We're wondering if the influence of Emmett after school - who is physically pretty wild and rassly - is a factor. I dunno. I was feeling sick this weekend and didn't have enough energy to deal with her well. We really need to set up playdates and go to the park (especially when it is 70 degrees, as this weekend) to direct her energy positively. But she resists going to the park and wants to stay in her pjs all day.
Here's a funny seasonal conversation we had yesterday:
subject is The Baby Jesus
me: The Baby Jesus was born a long, long time ago.
Casper: In the 50s?
As for me, I am on Day 5 of my cold and it is The Day When The Sinuses Go MWHONG When I Bend Over. I've never gotten sinus pain with colds before last spring, and: do not want.