3.29.2011

Adventures in Snowboarding And More!

In possibly the most daring thing he's ever done, Woo took both Ruby and Herbie snowboarding at the same time. When they got back, the kids looked like they'd had a great time. Woo looked shell-shocked.
Ruby: Mom! The ski patrol found me! 
Herbie: Mom! I was a little bit scared of the steep parts at first! But, then I went down them! 
Woo managed an eye roll. When they left here it was raining. When they got off the lift, it was a full-blown blizzard. Herbie refused to stand up, and tried to slide down the mountain on his bum. Ruby, as you can imagine, did a lot of whining and complaining.

Eventually the snow subsided, and the kids (more or less) got into their groove. Ruby went ahead around the corner, and when Woo turned it there was no Ruby, but three possible paths. He took the path of least resistance, which turned out to be the wrong guess. Woo and Herbie ended up beating Ruby to the bottom, where they found out from the ski patrol that Peter and his dog, Woolly, had Ruby.
Ruby: Mom! The ski patrol said I was a good little snowboarder!" 
Woo (under his breath): He said he eventually got tired of her inching along, and just picked her up and brought her. 
Ruby: Mom! When I grow up I want to be a ski patrol! Dad said they're like police! 
Ruby spent the rest of the afternoon drawing a picture of Peter. I think she was quite taken with him.

Woo declared he thought he was finally ready for spring after that fiasco, but the next day we had a nice snowfall, and he took off for the resort as soon as he could.

Unfortunately, he crashed on a rail and hurt his knee, elbow, arm, etc. He could barely walk or move, but that didn't stop him from going for a couple hours on all of the other snow days we've had this week. By yesterday, he said he felt pretty good.

We went to the pediatrician this week for Herbie's checkup and last round of boosters in preparation for kindergarten roundup in a couple of weeks. He loved being weighed, measured, blood pressure and pulse taken, eyes tested, etc. But when it came to shots he was inconsolable. The nurse and I cajoled, offered bribes, gave tough choices, and finally, the two of us just had to pin him to the table for a few seconds while he struggled and yelled at the top of his lungs.

We came out of there with more loot then I've ever seen at a doctor's office: suckers, books, stickers, a token for a prize for each of the kids... and Herbie was so proud and pleased, as if he'd taken those shots like a man.

For days he's been acting like those three punctures are old war wounds. He's still got the band-aids on, and sometimes he still says he can't do things he's asked to because, "my shots are sore." Anyway, we're going to the dentist next week. I'm expecting less drama.

I've never had a kid be jealous of a new baby. I don't know why, but I've noticed the opposite lately. If Woo or I are having fun with Linus, the other kids don't get upset because they want to play with us. They get upset because they want to play with Linus and we're hogging him!

Linus isn't a new baby anymore, he's at an age where he enjoys interacting with others. If you laugh or do anything even the slightest bit silly, he'll laugh. He likes to play catch or fetch. He likes to be tickled, and to have others crawl around with him. He thinks the other kids are hilarious (and who doesn't like that?) He's just a lot of fun for all ages.

Moses is my good listener and empathizer. He'll repeat the last part of anything anyone says to show he's listening.

Herbie: Moses we're going to read the fire truck book.
Moses: Oh, the fire truck book?

Woo: Moses, eat your dinner.
Moses: Oh, eat my dinner?
Woo: Yes.
Moses: Ok.

Recently, though he's started to say "ewww" (as in: ewww, that's gross) to anything anyone says, which is frequently amusing, especially when whatever has been said is not gross at all.

Ruby: I'm going to eat an orange.
Moses: ewww.

Herbie: I'm going outside.
Moses: ewww.

One day I was in the other room when Moses started sobbing and crying and yelling. He was curled up on the couch, and when I finally got him to stop and talk, he sobbed, "Liney has a lego in his mouth!"

He's been similarly upset when Linus has started to crawl towards the bathroom or the stairs, or when one of the other kids has done something where it looks like they might get hurt.

I thought I was done painting the first kids' bedroom, but when I got up in the morning, and went to look at it, it was pretty obvious that I'd had to open a new can of paint to get the last little bit, and I'd have to do a whole new coat on the whole thing. I was too defeated to do anything on it for a few days, but I did finish that bedroom, eventually, and made some thick curtains to seal out the light while the kids are sleeping. Hooray! On to the next!

Well, that's about it. Hope you all have a good week!