Saturday, October 21, 2006

Here's some stuff about some things.

We finally caught one of Hailie's games the other day, and I've gotta say, totally objectively of course, that my daughter is a great cheerleader. Look at those straight arms, that determined grit, that poise - this young lady takes her school spirit seriously. Except when she's messing around with her bud, Shauna. Then we went out to dinner and had a fascinating conversation about the social dynamics at her school and among her circle of friends. It was pretty much what you'd expect, and like with any good drama, it seems to suck you in and make you curious about all of the characters. But I have to say, again, totally objectively, that my daughter is about the only one with the maturity to rise above all of the petty squabbles, alliances, and deceptions. If you ever want to ask her about it, it'll take a while to get her to be willing to explain everything (there's simply too much background information that goes into giving you the proper framework to understand why so-and-so wanted revenge on so-and-so) but its well worth it.

Quick Chantze tale: He came in from outside the other day while Cindy and I were talking in the office. We tried to pull off our usual "We know what you did" stunt, to try to get him to admit to something, but apparently there was nothing for him to confess to.

Me: This is your only chance, confess now and we'll lighten your punishment.
Chantze: But dad, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!
Me: Oh, getting an attitude now? I'm gonna have to double your chores.
Chantze: What? That's not fair!
Cindy: Chantze! Go unload the dishwasher.
Me: Whoa... you're mean.

(because she would have made him do it and laughed about it afterwards)

Monday, October 09, 2006

Mac Daddy rules the court with lightning moves and matching ‘tude

Chantze story: We've been playing a lot of basketball in the driveway lately. A little one-on-one, but mostly 'horse' and a game we made up called 'ten'. You basically make ten shots in a row, adding one for baskets, subtracting one for misses. It may not sound that hard, but you have to get exactly to half of them to break zero. My high score is six, Chantze's is like three (Uncle Sam got a ten once). The important thing is that you don't end up with a negative score. I've been thinking of adding a penalty for a negative score, but it needs to be something that I can do easily, but Chantze can't. Any suggestions?

Brooke story: I walked into my bedroom on Saturday morning and found this little girl lyin on her side with her back to me. I asked if she was sick or something, but as I walked past, I noticed a row of stuffed puppies and kittens with their snouts pressed into her stomach. "I'm their momma."

Paige story: The twins spend an inordinate amount of time coloring, writing and drawing on every scrap of paper they can get their hands on. Completely out of left field, Paige shows me this note she intended to put under her pillow.

“I am sorry that I don’t have a tooth.”

Apparently some strange urge made her feel guilty about not losing any teeth. Wanting to stay on good terms with the tooth fairy, she left her this friendly message.

Happy Birthday girly-girls

And now we’re six – actually not until next Saturday, but it was a rockin celebration nonetheless. Brooke and Paige had a couple friends overnight, balloons and streamers were flying, the manufacturers of Polly Pockets made a bundle, and a good-sized group of family and friends ate all the way to the bottom of a big pot of chili.

It was nice to finally have a birthday party for them in our home. If you remember, last year we were staying with the inlaws during our construction, and the year before that, the party was at church. So it’s been since their third birthday that they’ve had a real party, in theiry own home, and I doubt that they can remember back that far.

Above is general party action: the girls from left to right are Brooke, Jordan, Molly, and Paige. Note the loot in the bottom picture – the highlight of every birthday party. Below are the piñata pictures which I nearly forgot. Only it wasn’t a traditionsl piñata. The kids pulled on ribbons dangling from Dora’s butt, and they all slid free except for the one that opened the trap door, dumping the candy. My brilliant son held his open bag beneath the stream of goodies – I’m so proud of him.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Twin Trim and bonus stories

Here they are getting their biggest haircut in over a year. They're both pretty happy with the end result, but let me warn you, it'll hurt Brooke's feelings if you don't recognize that she had about five inches cut off. Paige wanted a drastic haircut but Brooke didn't. Okay? So at the birthday party this coming Saturday at our house at three in the afternoon where we'll be serving chili for anyone who wants to stay afterwards and eat and visit, make sure you make a big deal out of how beautiful both haircuts are (because they are - I would never encourage you to lie).

Let me leave you with two related stories, starring Paige, related to the cleaning of her bedroom. Cindy usually sends the girls in there with a number, "Pick up twenty-five toys", the idea is to get them used to cleaning, not to actually get their room clean - none of us have that kind of ambition. I don't think I have to tell you this, but Paige is usually the one that gives us the bigger problem. The last few times haven't been that bad, though, one day she came out with a smile and announced that she'd picked up thirty toys (more than she was told). When we made a big deal and praised her, she said, "Yeah, I counted by twos." So, another time more recently, we had them in there cleaning, she came out of her room and said, "I picked up thirty-one toys." Just joking, I asked if she counted by twos. She didn't, but the question seemed to prick her consciounse. She goes, "I need to tell you something, I started at twenty."