And since we're on the subject of winter plants, you should avoid paper white narcissus at all costs. They stink. Leave them as spring bulbs in your garden. Trust me.
Star Wars
One of the best Christmas gifts for the kids was a box full of Star Wars toys from Uncle Garrett. Inspired by Toy Story 3, he passed on a treasure trove of action figures for my kids to enjoy. The boys especially love them, even though they aren't super familiar with the characters. Tank picked up Admiral Ackbar and said, "And here's this weird looking guy."
Then Tank suggested that we watch all 6 movies. We've watched movies 1 and 2, and it's interesting how different the experience is for our kids. They don't know the storyline through and through. So when we were finished with movie 1, Elijah was going on about how cool Anakin is. Miciah looked at him and said, "He's not a good guy, Elijah. He turns into Darth Vader." A look of profound shock came over his face. He turned to Rob as if to say, "Tell me it isn't true." We both wanted to die laughing. Elijah went on and on about how it can't be true that Anakin turns into Vader because Anakin is a jedi who was taught by jedis and jedis are good guys, so it can't be true, right? ... You'll have to wait and see. Dun dun dun!
T-shirts
I've never liked the tight-fitting layered shirt look. When it started coming in style I was baffled. How it's STAYED in style is even more baffling still! ... Fashion doesn't make sense to me anyway, so I guess that it's not too surprising. Anyways, I was thinking about how I just wanted to wear a normal t-shirt. Options on t-shirts that are wearable without being see-through have gone down in recent years. So, much to my delight, my younger brother Chad bought me this great t-shirt for Christmas:
Can you see what that says? (These are mirror shots, remember.)
(And, as a side note, I have no objection to layering a short-sleeve shirt on top of a long-shirt sleeve. It's a look I've never objected to. Plus, it makes sense: I'm cold, so I need to wear a long-sleeve shirt, but I love to wear t-shirts. Solution? Combine them!)
And now, to prove I've never had a sense of fashion, here's a picture of me doing the short-sleeve on short-sleeve shirt look in High School. I was 15 years old:
Sickness
Last week Rob and I were talking about how our family hadn't yet been hit by the Annual Winter Stomach Bug. Shouldn't have said it out loud.
Bed time, a few nights back. Tank came out of his room and said that his belly hurt. I told him to get a bowl and get back in bed. So he did. About half an hour later Elijah came out of the room and said, "Tank is asleep, so I brought out his bowl." I thought about telling Elijah to put it back, but then I thought, "What are the odds that Tank will need it in the middle of the night?" Well, I don't know what the odds are, but he needed it that night. He yelled for us to come help him, and then he said, "I couldn't find the bowl." Gratefully, Rob sees it as the father's job to help out kids in the middle of the night ("You get the day shift and I get the night shift."), so he took care of it.
Tank's stomach bug lasted all of 5 minutes, and he was fine by morning. Miciah is sick today. Same thing: she's been running around totally happy. Stomach Bug says, "2 down, 3 to go!" If we have to be sick, though, this bug isn't so bad.
Last night Tank said his stomach hurt again. I don't think it really did, but I told him to go get a bowl anyway. He said, "Should I put it under my pillow?" "The bowl? No, just put it beside you." I heard him going through the bowl stack, picking one out, and then he came out with this one:
"I got the big one." Seriously, that bowl is huge! It's so big that we rarely use it. There just isn't much need for a monster bowl like that.
I'm trying to figure out how he thought he could sleep with that bowl under his pillow.
Night Time Reading
Last night, just before 11:00, Miciah came walking upstairs, half-asleep, hair in her face. She walked to the bathroom and Rob said, "I hope you've already been asleep." In a groggy voice, she responded that she hadn't, but that her light had been off since 9:30, her official Stop Reading and Turn Off The Light time. Without missing a beat, Rob said, "But you've been reading by the light of your night light." Miciah's face broke into a wide smile.
Rob said, "She thinks we don't know." We can't really be mad at her, though, cause we did it as kids, too, and we still do it now when we have an especially good book. We told her so, and then we told her that we love that she loves reading, but also that sleep is a good thing. Miciah told us, in a perfectly awake voice, that to get enough reading light, she takes the night light (which is also her alarm clock) and puts it right next to her head. I suggested that she should just leave her light on if she's going to continue reading. That way she won't hurt her eyes by reading in low light.
After she went downstairs, Rob and I were giggling about her act. It dawned on me that she turns off her light dutifully at 9:30 every night so that she can tell us the truth about it. "I turned off my light when you told me to!" Then, for last night, she put her hair in her face, and made her voice sound all tired. We were impressed with the amount of effort she put into the performance.
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