Archive for January, 2011

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Cutting the cheese

January 27, 2011

Since Besh is now 5, he and I have roughly the same maturity level when it comes to humor. So it was with great pleasure (for me, quite the opposite for Mommy) when I taught Besh what the expression “cut the cheese” meant.

Besh immediately took to the expression, and there was an explosion of cutting the cheese in our house. I mean using the expression, not the actual cutting of cheese.

However, Mommy correctly pointed out that this expression is likely not appropriate for public use by a five-year-old and so we spoke with Besh about not using it with his friends, at stores and restaurants, etc. He has been outstanding at following that rule.

But today, today was something special.

You see, Mommy had been cleaning out some of our pantry and fridge space and came across some snacks we had purchased for Isaac’s birthday a few weeks ago. Since they were still good, but we had so many, Mommy asked Besh’s teachers if they could use it for snack this week. The teachers said yes, so Mommy and Besh brought them into class today.

The snacks were cheesesticks. And snacks are usually cut up and divided among the students.

So, naturally, Besh approached one of his teachers and, with the biggest grin possible, asked if he could help her cut the cheese.

My work is almost done.

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The ethics of Boba Fett

January 23, 2011

Tonight’s bathtime conversation with Besh.

Besh: “Daddy, is Boba Fett a good guy or a bad guy?”

Daddy: “He’s a bad guy.”

“Because he works for Jabba the Hutt?”

“Exactly.”

“But does he talk?”

“Yes.”

“When does he talk?”

“Well, remember in Empire Strikes Back he talks to Darth Vader a little bit.”

“For real?”

“Yes. They’re about to put Han into carbonite and Boba Fett tells Darth Vader, ‘He’s no good to me dead.’”

“What did that mean?”

“Well, Jabba the Hutt wanted Han Solo alive, not dead. So Boba Fett was telling Darth Vader not to kill Han Solo.”

“So instead of killing Han Solo, they put him in carbonite. See?! Boba Fett is kind of a good guy!”

“Huh. I guess you’re right.”

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Happy 5th Birthday, Besh!

January 5, 2011

I know that every year will bring more excitement and complications to your life, but it seems like this year was a huge one for you. 

  • Isaac.  Well, this started off with a bang, right?  This time last year you had a 2 week old little brother crying in your house, not sleeping, interfering with your already fragile sleeping habits.  Flash forward one year later and, well, you now have a one-year-old little brother crying in your house, not sleeping, interfering with your still fragile sleeping habits.  It’s been amazing to watch you turn into an amazing big brother.  You completely blew us away with how much you loved Isaac and how he responded to you–for the first 6 months or so I think you were the only one who could make him laugh.  And you still can do it easier than anyone else.  When we pictured the future we never imagined you two would share a room (still a year or so off), but now you’re insisting on it and I think Isaac will do the same when the time is right.  I know your relationship with Isaac will change over the years, but it has so far been worlds better than we ever imagined.
  • Your eye surgery.  This time last year we were still patching, keeping a watch on things to make sure they didn’t turn south.  When your original doctor revealed himself to be, what shall we say, less than competent?  The second opinion revealed we needed to do more, much more, and so you had surgery on both your eyes.  It all happened so fast and we were so focused on the surgery itself that we didn’t realize how difficult the recovery would be–the heartbreak on your face when we told you that you couldn’t dance for a month was harder to bear than the physical marks of your surgery.  And the frustration you feel over the patch-wearing or the glasses–we feel it too.  But you’ve done an amazing job coping with a difficult circumstance–difficult for any age, let alone a four-year-old!
  • Dancing.  Seriously, where did this come from?  I mean, between your mom and I, it was almost a foregone conclusion that you’d like (or at least be overly exposed to) theater. But we never expected the dance part of it to connect with you, and for you to start taking lessons and become so enamored with a skill set that is sorely lacking in both your parents.  I mean, we’re Jewish–our people’s idea of complicated dancing is to hold hands and walk around in a circle trying to remember the other line to Hava Nagila.  We knew you were loving your lessons, but then came The Recital where we knew it was going to be a bigger part than we imagined. (For anyone who hasn’t seen this yet, you can watch some of the first part if you want, but go to the last minute to see what I’m talking about. Oh, and in case you can’t tell, Besh is the boy in the video.)

    Link to the Recital Video on Facebook

  • Star Wars.  More of a Dad milestone than your own, perhaps, but it’s been an absolute joy seeing you get to experience Star Wars and comics and video games–the things that were so much a part of my own childhood.  But nothing was better than the first time we were sitting at the dinner table and Mommy laughed at something–you turned to her and said “Laugh it up, fuzzball!”  Nothing, and I mean nothing, is better than hearing your little boy pull out a Star Wars quote on his own for the first time.
  • Your growing awesomeness.  Beyond all the specifics, you’re just an awesome kid.  You’re funny.  You’re sweet.  You’re discerning.  In short, you are everything we dreamed of and quite a bit more.

So happy birthday, not-so-little man.  Always remember this past year–it may be the last year of total innocence if you keep asking to (and I give in and let you) see the Star Wars prequels.

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