Archive for October, 2011

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“So do you know what Besh is doing at school?”

October 21, 2011

Those are not the words you want to hear coming from your son’s teacher at pick-up. Because 9 times out of 10 it isn’t going to be followed by something good.

Fortunately, this was the other 1 time.

Besh has had a great time at his new school, don’t get me wrong. But he is 5 and there’s bound to be things to work on. We’ve had our share of being over excited and listening less than necessary, but ultimately it’s been a good transition.

Still, when you hear those words all parents will do that slight intake of breathe. I did it just hearing second hand. But the rest rocked.

What Besh was doing, and still is doing, is conducting daily singing and dancing shows for some of the upper elementary school kids (a few years older than him). It’s a mix of songs from Les Mis, Bruno Mars, and Black Eyed Peas. And I imagine the lyrics are a good 60% accurate. But it’s pretty funny that he’s been doing it every day. He hides behind bushes, announces the show, then comes out while several kids watch him sing and dance. Appropriate that we find out this week as tonight he and Mommy and Nonni are at the So You Think You Can Dance tour. Hopefully he stays off the stage tonight.

Besh’s performing has apparently inspired some of the other kids to also sing or dance. I can only imagine.

Clearly he gets this from his mother.

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This is either really awesome or really sad

October 17, 2011

This weekend ended on a sour note when we spent a day looking for Besh’s lost glasses. Happily, they were found this morning, but it still made for a pretty crazy Sunday where we turned the house upside down looking for them.

One positive note was when I took Isaac with me to go pick up dinner. I was in serious need of caffeine so I hit the Starbucks drive-through on the way. Isaac has seen this drive-through a few times in his short life (I admit I’m hopelessly addicted) and recently we’ve even been able to order him the same drink as his big brother (kid’s milk with sugar-free vanilla syrup) if there are enough hands in the car to transfer the milk from the Starbucks plastic cup to his sippy cup.

On this ride, there were not enough hands (and he’d just had a drink) but that wasn’t going to stop him. As I pulled up to the ordering speaker and rolled down my window, I hear the following scream from the back seat.

“Hi! Milk! Isaac!”

So there ya go, not quite 22 months old and he’s already ordering at the Starbucks drive-through. Parent of the Year Committee, you have my number, I’m expecting your call.

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Wisdom from Besh

October 16, 2011

“All boys care about are toots and belching and fun.”

True dat.

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