Sunday, November 25, 2012

Thanksgiving '12

We had a lovely trip to Colorado! I only wish we could have stayed longer, and that I had all of my schoolwork done before we left. Unfortunately, now I am 5 days behind, 5 pounds heavier, severely sleep-deprived, and homesick. These all seem to go along with Thanksgiving celebrations most years.
"Where's the Food Already?!?"
Thanks to Carver's enthusiasm, we left Colorado at 3:45 this morning. It was nice to have the trip over with earlier than usual, but the lack of sleep took a heavy toll on each of us. Suffice it to say that we are home safe, and we plan on sleeping very well tonight.

I will leave you with one gem from the week, however. Yesterday, one of Avey's uncles announced triumphantly that he had invested in a new external hard drive with a capacity of 3 terabytes. As we basked in the grandeur of technology, I pondered aloud about how many books could be contained within 3 terabytes of memory. We ventured some educated guesses about the libraries of text it could hold, but Avey's response put it all in context; She stated plainly, "Well, I can hold about four [books]." 

Ah, I dare say no amount of computer memory will ever be a match for the wit and humor of a 5-year-old.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Red Shirt

 I thought this would be worthy of documenting...

Yesterday, Avey wore a red shirt throughout the day. She got it pretty filthy, and it happened to be laundry day, so when the time came to get into her pajamas, Kira was anxious to track it down. Avey came out of her room, decked out in her sleepwear, and prepared for the night.
The Happiest Boy Alive
One Happy Family
Kira went to retrieve the soiled items and, as usual, quickly found them on the floor in plain view... or so she thought. Avey's pants were there, but the whereabouts of her shirt were unclear. Kira checked the obvious places, but to no avail. She checked the less-obvious places, but all in vain. She got Avey in on the hunt. She recruited me to assist. The shirt was simply nowhere to be found.
We finally gave it up, thinking that Kira had perhaps already put the shirt in with the laundry. Avey went to bed, and the night eventually turned to day. When Avey awoke, we finally discovered where her red shirt had been all that time - under her pajama top.

Mystery solved.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

31 Flavors of Misery

Believe it or not, there was a time in my life when I enjoyed, and even looked forward to, my birthdays. Those days ended when I turned 27 or so. Now, any time November comes around I try to run and hide. It's difficult being reminded of one's mortality every year. I am no longer the young nerd I once was. Now I'm an old nerd. And where does an old nerd fit in anymore? I suppose that's why I can't seem to stop attending school. 
At least I have wonderful family and friends around who are sympathetic to my plight. I received wonderful gifts, both material and in service. Carver pulled a little less hair out of my head, Avey gave me a little paper Frankenstein she had made from scratch, Kira worked hard to give me a break from the usual stressors of life, and the rest of my family both near and far lifted my spirits with reminders of the simple pleasures of existence. As birthdays go, this one was relatively low on the trauma scale.

In other news, Carver learned to wave at us, but he doesn't do it quite consistently. He also learned to play peek-a-boo where he will hide under something (the video shows when he was almost there). He seems stuck on what to do next toward crawling.

Avey continues to love preschool, and may be involved in a playground romance. She explicitly denies liking this boy, but she talks about him constantly. She's made leaps and bounds in her reading and writing, and we expect a dissertation on quantum physics in the next few weeks.

And I have one year to recover from this birthday before the next one strikes.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

All Hallows' Eve

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Halloween seemed to sneak up on us this year. Luckily, we made time to enjoy some of the usual festivities. Avey badly wanted to make her pumpkin resemble the Count Dracula from Hotel Transylvania, so with the help of her great uncle got pretty close:
Avey's Jack-O-Lanter (Count Dracula)
She wanted to be Dracula's wife, from the same movie, but wanted it on such short notice and a small enough budget that we had to improvise a little. She decided on this costume, which I think looks more like a goth girl, but she had a great time pretending.
Avey as "Dracula's Wife"

 Carver had a blast at the Trunk-or-Treat. He could feel the energy and sense the sugar close by. He was shouting and squirming with delight, and sent more than a few running in terror.
You'd Think He'd Have Some Meat on His Bones With How He Eats!
 We are now slowly chipping away at Avey's candy stash. Maybe it will be gone by next Halloween.
The Terrible Two