It also of course takes a turn to the crude/ comical :-)
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Eden improvising a song on piano 11-9-17
Eden started improvising this song tonight. It was so pretty I started tearing up! (Amidst all the Emet distractions)
It also of course takes a turn to the crude/ comical :-)
It also of course takes a turn to the crude/ comical :-)
Emet's Amazing drumming before he turns 2
Here's the latest so far - Down By The Bay:
And here are a few I just posted on Facebook:
ABCs:
Hey Hey How Do You Do:
And here are a few I just posted on Facebook:
ABCs:
Hey Hey How Do You Do:
And here he is a few weeks ago playing guitar & bass drum (just like daddy did at High Holiday services :-)
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Emet funny phrases just before age 2
Hello everyone! Finally I'm making a blog post again. Here's Emet saying some things that he pronounces in a cute way, as well as cooking us some mac & cheese:
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Catching up
Time sure has flown this year. I'm sad to have missed documenting some moments, particularly our children's fascinating articulated thoughts. Here's a sample:
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Eden: Alexa, buy fairies.
Alexa: I found bendable fairies 1 dozen sold by costume point for six dollars and seventy-nine cents. Would you like to buy it?
Eden: Yes.
Alexa: Okay. Order placed.
.... a few days later...
Me: These are the fairies you ordered from Alexa.
Eden (incredulous): But how did they get here?
Me: You told Alexa to buy them.
Eden: And they just came here?
Me: Yes.
Eden: Oh my gosh. I didn't know it would do that.
Me: Yes. You're not supposed to do that. It's not good to do that.
Eden: I'm so sorry, Daddy!
Michael: OK, Eden. Thanks for saying sorry.
Me: Don't do it again.
Eden (laughing): I wouldn't! I would never do that again!
(Pause)
Eden: Except maybe one day I'll forget and then I will do it again.
(Note: This is an excerpt - she asked questions about how they arrived at the house, who physically put them there, and how they got into her Halloween bucket where I put them for her to find. She also apologized multiple times to Michael... I'm not sure why the apology was issued specifically to him - is this gender stereotyping that he controls the finances? Or just her memory that she actually ordered the fairies in front of me so presumably I had the opportunity to put a stop to it?)
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Me: Which pajamas do you want?
Emet: NO!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Do you want to pick some?
Emet: I want ba-ba!
Me: I don't think we have any drum pajamas. Want to check? Nope - what about Thomas?
Emet: NO!!!!!!!!!!
Me: (presents Emet with every single pair of pajamas in his drawer, which he rejects in turn, and then I lay them on the floor. The sight of seven pajama pairs on the ground interests him.)
Emet: I want dinosaur.
Me: Good choice! (picks it up)
Emet: NO! I DON'T LIKE IT! Put it down.
Me: Ok.
Emet: I want doggie.
Me: OK! (picks it up)
Emet: NO!!!! I want other doggie!
Me: OK - the other doggie is actually pants...
Emet: NO!!!! Put it down.
Me: Do you want to pick one from your drawer?
Emet: Yeah. Up! Up!
Me (picks him up, he goes through the handful of items left in the drawer)
Emet: (picks up some pink pajamas that he has worn before): No, that's Eden's. (picks up socks) No, that's some socks. (picks up underwear) What's that?
Me: underpants.
Emet: Oh. (picks up the last pajama shirt in the drawer)
Me: You want that one?
Emet: Yeah. Put it down. (meaning on the floor).
Me: Great, can we put it on?
Emet: NO!!!!! I want dinosaur!
Me: OK! Let's put it on!
Emet: No! I don't want that one. Put it down.
Me: ....
Emet: UP! UP! (note: we are sitting on the ground and he is naked, just out of bath. I pick him up and take him to the other side of the room, relieved that he is marginally calm now that his entire pajama drawer is spread onto the ground.)
Me: Which one do you want?
Emet: I want doggie.
Me: Is that your final decision?
Emet: Yeah.
Me: Okay. I'm going to get it, and even if you change your mind and say no, I'm going to put it on you. Okay?
Emet: O-tay.
Me: Final decision? Doggie?
Emet: Yeah.
Me (gets doggie shirt and puts it on his head, and somehow he doesn't wrestle and scream, just a whimper): GOOD JOB!!!! Would you like to pick out a diaper now?
Emet: Yeah. (walks over and picks a diaper, and lets me put it on him without incident. I am trying to contain my utter shock so as not to upset the balance)
Me: Great job Emet! What about pants?
Emet: Elmo pants!
Me (grabs the red pants that go with the Elmo pajamas and puts it on him before he notices there is no actual Elmo on it)
Emet: No, I want that one!
Me: that's a shirt. You already have a shirt on.
Emet: I want Elmo! (slight inkling of forthcoming tantrum)
Me: OK, You want to wear two shirts?
Emet: Yeah.
So ... he's wearing two shirts.
Getting him dressed in the morning is even more difficult, so.... wish me luck.
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Eden: Alexa, buy fairies.
Alexa: I found bendable fairies 1 dozen sold by costume point for six dollars and seventy-nine cents. Would you like to buy it?
Eden: Yes.
Alexa: Okay. Order placed.
.... a few days later...
Me: These are the fairies you ordered from Alexa.
Eden (incredulous): But how did they get here?
Me: You told Alexa to buy them.
Eden: And they just came here?
Me: Yes.
Eden: Oh my gosh. I didn't know it would do that.
Me: Yes. You're not supposed to do that. It's not good to do that.
Eden: I'm so sorry, Daddy!
Michael: OK, Eden. Thanks for saying sorry.
Me: Don't do it again.
Eden (laughing): I wouldn't! I would never do that again!
(Pause)
Eden: Except maybe one day I'll forget and then I will do it again.
(Note: This is an excerpt - she asked questions about how they arrived at the house, who physically put them there, and how they got into her Halloween bucket where I put them for her to find. She also apologized multiple times to Michael... I'm not sure why the apology was issued specifically to him - is this gender stereotyping that he controls the finances? Or just her memory that she actually ordered the fairies in front of me so presumably I had the opportunity to put a stop to it?)
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Me: Which pajamas do you want?
Emet: NO!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Do you want to pick some?
Emet: I want ba-ba!
Me: I don't think we have any drum pajamas. Want to check? Nope - what about Thomas?
Emet: NO!!!!!!!!!!
Me: (presents Emet with every single pair of pajamas in his drawer, which he rejects in turn, and then I lay them on the floor. The sight of seven pajama pairs on the ground interests him.)
Emet: I want dinosaur.
Me: Good choice! (picks it up)
Emet: NO! I DON'T LIKE IT! Put it down.
Me: Ok.
Emet: I want doggie.
Me: OK! (picks it up)
Emet: NO!!!! I want other doggie!
Me: OK - the other doggie is actually pants...
Emet: NO!!!! Put it down.
Me: Do you want to pick one from your drawer?
Emet: Yeah. Up! Up!
Me (picks him up, he goes through the handful of items left in the drawer)
Emet: (picks up some pink pajamas that he has worn before): No, that's Eden's. (picks up socks) No, that's some socks. (picks up underwear) What's that?
Me: underpants.
Emet: Oh. (picks up the last pajama shirt in the drawer)
Me: You want that one?
Emet: Yeah. Put it down. (meaning on the floor).
Me: Great, can we put it on?
Emet: NO!!!!! I want dinosaur!
Me: OK! Let's put it on!
Emet: No! I don't want that one. Put it down.
Me: ....
Emet: UP! UP! (note: we are sitting on the ground and he is naked, just out of bath. I pick him up and take him to the other side of the room, relieved that he is marginally calm now that his entire pajama drawer is spread onto the ground.)
Me: Which one do you want?
Emet: I want doggie.
Me: Is that your final decision?
Emet: Yeah.
Me: Okay. I'm going to get it, and even if you change your mind and say no, I'm going to put it on you. Okay?
Emet: O-tay.
Me: Final decision? Doggie?
Emet: Yeah.
Me (gets doggie shirt and puts it on his head, and somehow he doesn't wrestle and scream, just a whimper): GOOD JOB!!!! Would you like to pick out a diaper now?
Emet: Yeah. (walks over and picks a diaper, and lets me put it on him without incident. I am trying to contain my utter shock so as not to upset the balance)
Me: Great job Emet! What about pants?
Emet: Elmo pants!
Me (grabs the red pants that go with the Elmo pajamas and puts it on him before he notices there is no actual Elmo on it)
Emet: No, I want that one!
Me: that's a shirt. You already have a shirt on.
Emet: I want Elmo! (slight inkling of forthcoming tantrum)
Me: OK, You want to wear two shirts?
Emet: Yeah.
So ... he's wearing two shirts.
Getting him dressed in the morning is even more difficult, so.... wish me luck.
Dragoncon 2017
Another photo dump - this time from Dragoncon!
This is our second year attending Dragoncon as a family. I'm not sure how we would do it without my office downtown--we get free parking and a place to hang out and rest--but we have had a blast both years. We dress up in a different family costume every day, go to family activities, and Michael and I get one night "out."
This is our second year attending Dragoncon as a family. I'm not sure how we would do it without my office downtown--we get free parking and a place to hang out and rest--but we have had a blast both years. We dress up in a different family costume every day, go to family activities, and Michael and I get one night "out."
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| Suitcases - the Westin lobby on Thursday before |
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| The flag twirlers let Eden play |
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| Walking home night 1- Eden's favorite was the K-pop dance party |
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| Waiting in line for the symphony concert |
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| "Character encounter" - our Cinderella crew with the real Cinderella |
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| Emet and Maui - "You're Welcome" being one of Emet's favorite songs, Emet refused to take any pictures until this one |
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| Chasing droids |
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| Emet's sad he missed this shot with Cookie monster... and that Mama decided to wait in the 2-hour Alton Brown line afterward |
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| Awesome "industrial" drum performance |
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| Family dance! |
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| Night out - Herban Fix |
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| We finally got Emet to wear the troll wig - preview of Halloween! |
Sukkot 5778!
Have a photo dump from Sukkot!
We had a wonderful Sukkot - we built our first-ever sukkah with the help of our good friends the Rosenthals (and by "we" I mean "not me"); we attended our good friends' Amy and Rob's wedding and hosted a Sheva brachot dinner for them; we ate in the sukkah every day except when it was raining. Maybe next year we'll find a way to sleep out there.
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