We're Still Here!
So I guess that last post was also saying aloha to blogging for a month.
I just can't blog. First, I took the camera in to be fixed. We were shooting everything at a sport film speed, nothing was in focus, and the repairman kept referring to some sort of "impactive event". I didn't have the heart to tell him that it wasn't a single event, but rather a lifestyle for this camera. Chasing toddlers over cobblestones has led to many, many impactive events.
I'm still waiting to see if he can do anything about that, when Joss had a moment alone with my laptop. He flicked off the enter key, B, N, L, Y, +, . , / keys and the space bar! It is really painful and difficult to type these days, so I just avoid the computer. But things have been steaming along in the meantime, so here are a few soundbites.
Effects of unplugging the tube continue to crop up -- on being televisionally challenged: I'm driving kids home and the conversation turns to madrassas and Three Cups of Tea, the building of schools and religious fanaticism/terrorists. He tells me that he and Isaac learned about the Taliban by checking out ESPN online.
Sebastian, recounting highlights of a birthday party: " . . . and we had juice."
MA: "Did you, now?"
Sebastian: "Yah, but I didn't have any."
MA: "Really? How come?"
Sebastian: "I had milk. 'Cause I don't wanna be one of those fat kids."
MA: ?!
Maddie shows me a binder of her writing tests from last year. She must have paid attention to one of Rob's favorite phrases, "swore like a longshoreman with Tourette's", because among other great lines, she has this one in a persuasive essay on TV and kids: "No one wants to hear a six-year-old swearing like a sailor with rickets."
Rob and I were jogging and looking at some girl's darling heart-shaped sweatmark on her back as she passed us. Me: "I'll bet I don't have a sweatmark shaped like a heart" Rob, looking: "No, it looks more like Strongbad."
We got Maddie interested in reading Emma after seeing Pride & Prejudice in Cedar City. Then we showed her Clueless, which is 15 years old now (!) and still so clever. The kids have been quoting lines since then. I tell Joss to get off the counter. He looks at me and says "WAT-EV-ERRRRR!"
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Can't wait to see Rob.
MOM