Category: Kids

                            

If this doesn’t take you way back, then you never
cut a hole out of the toe of your flourescent sock
and made a dress for your barbie with a rubber
band for a belt.

Last night was “Open House” at Alison’s school.  There’s been a sign up about it for two weeks, but as soon as I leave the school, apparently, the information is gone like the wind and I have no recollection of needing to write something on the calendar.  So yesterday morning I wrote it on my hand, and fortunately I DID remember to take Alison at the appointed time.  Just she and I went, and we had loads of fun making butterflies and lei’s, playing in the sandbox, kicking the soccer ball around (she’s REALLY GOOD!) and your general playground silliness.  

As we were playing in the cool pirate ship outside, I caught sight of superhero’s sister’s red hair and said nonchalantly, “Hey, is that superhero?”.  She ran (I mean RAN) toward him and then stopped short about 10 feet away.  He was showing his dad around, see, and she didn’t want to interrupt.  We played parallel with them for awhile, and before too long, he said, “Alison!” (in the way she likes) “Can I play with you?” which is just what she was waiting for.  So Alison, superhero, superhero’s sister, and another little boy played soccer.  It was seriously the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.  I had them all gather ’round the goal to take a picture.
                               
Um, do those look like preschoolers to you?  ‘Cause they look a lot older to me.  Especially when superhero’s got his arm around my little girl’s shoulder.  Shall we take a closer look?
                                
Yep, clearly an arm around her shoulder.  I guess I lied earlier, because that is about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!

Alison: I played with G. at school today.

Me: Yea?  Is he your new friend?

Alison:  Sort of.  When I get there he used to say, ‘Alison!’ but then he stopped.  So then maybe he wasn’t my friend.

Me: But you played together today?

Alison: Mm-hmm.  Now he’s my best friend.  I want to marry him.

Me: Really?  So soon?

Alison: Yes.  Maybe tomorrow he’ll say “Alison!” when I get there.

and later, talking to Daddy:

Daddy: So I hear you have a new best friend.

Alison: Yes.  I’m going to marry him.

Daddy: You’ll want to be pretty picky about who you marry.

Alison: I do want to marry him.  He’s my best friend, and he’s my superhero.

I don’t know how it goes in anyone else’s household, but I am the designated picture-taker around here.  I don’t mind at all, except that there are never any pictures of me with my kids or husband, other than those ones where I hold my arm out and we’re all close-up.  Which would be fine, really, if my nostrils weren’t already disproportionately large.  Who wants their life chronicled by photos of the underside of their nose?

Luckily for me, though, Alison has taken quite an interest in the camera.  When she was younger I’d let her use up the remains of disposables, but now she’s able to manage the digital camera with more skill than her dad.  She’ll have photo-taking binges and I love uploading a full memory card and being surprised by the photos that pop up on the screen.

Also, it’s wonderful that I’m being included in the photo history of our family, occasionally WITHOUT my nostrils.  Take a look at the most recent uploads:

        

Are we detecting a trend here, people?