Merry Christmas!

28 12 2009

We almost cancelled Christmas this year. We all went to church on Christmas Eve, and Alex (once again) proved unable to sit still or listen. When he started hitting me because I picked him up from his sprawled position in front of the pews, I carried him home before mass was over and told him, “OK, that’s it. I’m telling Santa not to come.” He cried the whole way home, begging me to bring him back to church, but I didn’t do it.

Molly – who was more mad than I was about Alex’s pattern of bad behavior at church – had the job of putting Alex to bed on Christmas Eve. He was inconsolable. It surprised me when she told me that she relented. She told Alex as she put him to bed, “I’ll talk to Santa and see if he’ll come.” Alex’s parting words, as he drifted off to sleep: “Tell Santa I have a Santa hat.” I find it funny that he thinks that makes a difference in Santa’s bookkeeping. Little Susie – nice. Little Alex – naughty. Oh, but he dresses like me… well, okay.

Calm Before the Storm

This is what our living room looked like at 11:00PM on Christmas Eve. Notice how nicely wrapped everything still is. There’s no paper strewn about, no small toys underfoot to trip the unwary. And also note we had one toy unwrapped, set up, and ready for use. The original motivation was laziness – it would have been very hard to wrap this train set. But our laziness brought another benefit, as you can see from this scene from 5:45 the next morning:

It's 5:45 in the morning.

Yes, our oldest son decided that 5:45 was the about the right time to wake up on Christmas morning. Because we had one present already unwrapped and ready to play with, Molly and Patrick got to sleep until 7:00.

The overindulgent spectacle of Christmas was lost on Patrick. Molly bought him a toy broom and dustpan, and surprisingly that’s all he seemed to want. He wandered around Christmas morning carrying the broom, and we couldn’t coax him into opening more presents. Because he’s such a team player, Alex stepped up to the plate and opened Patrick’s presents for him. Alex has done a great job playing with Patrick’s presents, too!

The rest of Christmas day was uneventful. Molly and I had a lovely Christmas dinner of duck, after the kids were peacefully asleep. Although the kids missed out on our two-person Christmas feast, we did let them indulge in a special dessert of meringues, peppermint ice cream, and chocolate sauce. Well, Patrick just had the ice cream:

Christmas Dessert

…whereas Alex over-enthusiastically ate the whole concoction.

How do little piggies eat?

I hope everybody had a Merry Christmas!

My part of the recital

16 12 2009

Strange. When I created the post about our virtual recital below, I wrote the following, and I still see it on my computer, but it doesn’t show up on the website. So, here’s the missing paragraph and video.

You’ll just have to take my word that I performed Burgmuller’s Tarantella. Molly dutifully stood there with the video camera pointed at me, but she didn’t push the start button hard enough. I do have a video of me practicing at home. I did this a week before the recital to try to simulate some of the pressure of “performing.”

Insomnia Equals More Videos!

16 12 2009

For some reason, I couldn’t sleep at all last night. So here’s what you get: More videos! This one is just Patrick splashing around on a December day.

Two Minutes of Patrick Eating

16 12 2009

Patrick keeps trying to use utensils more. I think the key word is trying. Here he is trying to eat pasta with a spoon. Standard disclaimer: There’s no way this video is interesting unless you’re related to one of the people in it.

Virtual Recital 2009

16 12 2009

Molly & I had our third piano recital this past Saturday. All of the kids who performed were really cute, and some were amazing pianists… and then there was us.

For those who couldn’t make it in person, we can do a virtual recital thanks to the magic of YouTube. Molly performed two movements of Spindler’s Sonatina in C.

Attack of the Ketchup Monster

9 12 2009

The scene: A quiet Friday night. Tired after a long week, the parents opt for an easy dinner from The French Fry Store. The older child eats his food quickly so he can start watching Cars. He insists that the father come down and watch the movie with him, because the bright road racers at the beginning of the movie scare him. The mother stays upstairs with the youngest. With the youngest quiet in his high chair, the mother relaxes and loses herself in a magazine.

That’s when he strikes! You must always be on guard against the ketchup monster!

Ketchup Monster

Cold Bubbles

7 12 2009

One nice thing about being three and a half is you don’t have to worry about the practicality of your ideas. Over Thanksgiving weekend, the chilly weather didn’t stop Alex from deciding it was the right time to go outside and blow bubbles. As the arctic air settles over Seattle this week, perhaps we should take our cue from Alex and just pretend it’s summer.


It finally happened.

2 12 2009

In the car this morning, Alex said, F*ck. I just want it on the record that he picks up this kind of language from Molly, not me!