thane January 29th, 2009
Stuart was acting out. Hitting and throwing things, nothing unusual. I decided to talk to him about it. Afterwards I was saying:
Dad: When we are angry, we can say “I’m angry!”
Stuart: I’m angry!
D: “I want to use my hands.”
S: I want to use my hands.
D: “I want to throw things.”
S: I want to throw things.
D: “I’m going to the playroom to throw my beanbags.”
S: I’m going to the playroom to throw my beanbags.
D: Those are all things we can say when we are angry, Stuart.
S: “Those are all things we can say, Stuart.”
thane January 7th, 2009
A short list of things Stuart did today.
- Took a loaf of bread at Nature Bake and started spinning it round and round.
- Again at NatureBake, took a stalk of wheat from a sheaf on the wall and beat it on the floor.
- Swept all the books off the coffee table onto the floor
- Took one of the sock monkey ornaments and dropped it in the toilet while Tory was pooping.
- Grabbed an unopened half galon of milk from the fridge and dropped it behind the couch, where it landed on some wall warts, which punched a hole in the bottom of it
Needless to say, it was a busy day.
thane January 6th, 2009
Tory: He kicked me!
Joh: And then you hit him.
Tory: No. I hit him first.
thane December 7th, 2008
“I want to be last.”
“OK.”
I go down the stairs and he closes the gate.
“I want to be first.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought when you said that you wanted to be last that you wanted to be last.”
thane November 30th, 2008
Dad: And who sends Angels to talk to people?
Girl: Jesus!
D: Right
Mom: Jesus wasn’t born yet. God sent the Angels.
D: God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit – the Triune. Three in one – they are all the same.
M: I don’t think that the cover the trinity in the [youngest Sunday school class].
D: We can try to teach her about the inscrutable. We tried to teach her about the election.
thane November 15th, 2008
Tory’s school, Trillium Charter School, recently banned all handheld games. While this, in and of itself, is in no way unusual, how it came about is. Durring a recent all-school meeting, one of the second graders proposed the banning of these toys. The student body debated this proposal, with impassioned speaches for and against the ban. The body then voted and, by a narrow margin, banned them. Color me impressed.
thane November 4th, 2008
Tory: It’s not coming off.
Johanna: Ok. Let’s add a little more soap and…
Tory: Well, officially, I didn’t use any soap.
thane November 2nd, 2008
We get a lot of stuff delivered. There’s the stuff we order online, the volume of which is probably significantly above average. Then there is the stuff from Apple for work. Lastly, there are the third parties who loan me things for testing. Anyway, Joh was joking the other day with the UPS guy that if we saw much more of him, she was going to have to invite him to Thanksgiving dinner. Last week, she goes to answer the door, and there is the UPS guy, laughing his fool head off. It seems that he had a package for the neighbors and had thought it was for our house at first glance.
thane November 1st, 2008
My office is nearing completion. Yesterday I bought flooring. Cork snap together with a wool pad. Mmmmmm. Today was paint. Tonight I hope to put two coats on the ceiling. Once that is done, Tory and I will paint the walls. Then Joh and I do the trim. Some collection of people will then put down the floor. Unfortunately, I am off to Cupertino for the 10th thru the 14th, so I may not get to move in till the 15th or so. I am still hopefull that we can get it all done and I can start moving in by Thursday or Friday. Keep your fingers crossed.
thane October 25th, 2008
So, we had the Relativelies over for dinner tonight. At one point, Clio is going around yelling “Stuart! Where is Stuart!” To which most people are responding “Not here.”
Anyway, so Joh goes next door to return some plates and stuff to the Neighborlies While she is chatting with Wendy, a little voice calls out “Hi, Momma.” Joh turns around to see Stuart peaking down at her from the crest of our porch roof. Panic ensues. He’s fine, thanks.
Tomorrow I go up and screw the windows shut.
My Mom, after hearing the story, said “I know *exactly* how she feels.”