Friday, November 6, 2015

7 Quick Takes: Halloween, The Art Department, and the Quotable Nora Edition




In the interest of keeping you up to speed on the final dressing up choices of everyone this Halloween, here is the official Halloween photo dump:

Felix as Bacchus, the Roman god who knows how to party


Lucy as A Princess, But Not A Disney One


Sam as Scipio Africanus: "Carthago Delenda Est!"

Nora as Laura Ingalls (without braids)

Obligatory Group Photo





I've been overcoming my inborn fear of art-related mess for years now, but finger paint still gives me pause. It seems like just asking for trouble. This week, when the girls asked to finger paint, I took a deep breath and said "yes." Here are the results:

"Felix thinks it's a bird, but it is NOT." by Lucy, age 4
"It's a dragon. But it doesn't eat people." by Nora, age 4


They moved on quickly to watercolor. Turns out part of the allure of finger paint is that mama usually tries to talk them out of it.

Also art-related: Nora drew a real face! With eyes and everything! It was a first.



She's been drawing people's bodies with arms, legs and torsos for quite a while now, but their heads never had faces. I'm not used to that progression- most kids I know do the big heads with smiles and then start adding arms and legs coming directly out of the heads. Nora is on her own track, art-wise, as she is with most other things.


Speaking of Nora, she's been so quotable lately that I often find myself turning my head so she won't catch me laughing. It's worse when George is here- I have to tell myself not to look at him because I know we'll both dissolve into laughter, which would definitely hurt Nora's feelings. She's a serious girl, that one, and she does not mean to be so funny.

This morning, she turned up at my side in her Laura Ingalls costume (her uniform since the middle of last week). I greeted her with a little hug and she tossed her baby doll onto the counter, saying casually, "Well, I've got my kids today. My wife's a ninja, but she doesn't stay here."

Then, over her cheesy grits at breakfast, she announced, "Hey, I guess you're in charge, Mama, 'cuz Pater Noster's at work."

I die. I just hope it doesn't show on my face. (I know. I know it does. I can't help it.)

My first-ever retraction...I've written lots of contractions, some against the better advice of my inner English teacher, Ms. Raines, who always stands inside my head and dispenses advice in her red Reebok hightops. She's never wrong, and yet I persist in my wayward writing ways. Contractions are friendly space savers. I like them.

As far as retractions, though, I haven't had to write one before (that I remember). This is a first.
I must tell you that my reporting of the Time Change-Induced Behavior Episode Involving K'nex and a Certain Boys' Bedroom Ceiling was apparently inaccurate. The child in question did not actually put holes in the ceiling. He removed all the sticky putty from the backs of his posters, smooshed it onto the ceiling in tiny bits, and used it to suspend said K'nex pieces so that they looked like they had been poked into the ceiling...as if some crazy multi-colored porcupine had moved into the attic and fallen asleep with his poky side down.

Let the record stand corrected.

Because some children are harder to live with than others (ahem), there's this amazing reflection by Susan Barico on her blog. You should read it. If not now, later. Say you will- then we can talk about it, okay? I have lots of thoughts.

I have the self-imposed deadline of Martinmas (November 11) in my head as the time by which closets should be ready for fall. That's partially because of Molly at Molly Makes Do (who gives hand-knit things to her family for Martinmas gifts) and partially because of something Kendra at Catholic All Year wrote about extra coats and St. Basil. Basically, it comes down to this- some people don't have enough. We almost always have more than enough. We especially have more than enough size 3T snow pants- they seem to have been procreating in our closet since last winter. It's time to pass some things on.

In my cleaning out, I noticed that my favorite long red coat has once again been a snack for a new crop of carpet beetles. I am beyond sad about this. Those guys were in that closet when we moved into the house, and I've eradicated them four times. They just keep coming back.

I hate carpet beetles. I don't know why God created them. I do not wish for them to be the recipients of our Martinmas sharing of coats. Any ideas?


To wrap things up, here's a picture of the most amazing Friday afternoon surprise from the most amazing mother-in-law I've ever had. Sandra, you really put a big smile on my face!



It's been a pretty difficult week, but how can anyone be frowny with a basket like that on the table?



Happy weekending, all. Now you're all caught up.
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