Where we spent the weekend

A multimedia extravaganza starring Zeke (born January 2005) and his little sister Talia (born December 2006), lovingly put together by their father!
Overhead this morning:
Zeke: Talia, this is my secret hideout. You can't come in unless you tell me the secret password.
Talia: Eyeballs.
Z.: No.
T.: Lava.
Z.: No.
T.: Poop.
Z.: No.
T.: Please.
Z.: No.
T.: Umm... lava?
Z.: Actually I didn't decide the secret password yet. So you can't come in.
T.: Well, our whole room is my secret hideout, and you can't come in.
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As far as I know, this is the first time Talia's actually written out
her name (sort of, anyway). It's cool that she's making lower-case
A's.
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This story took shape this afternoon while Zeke was building castles on the bank of a local creek out of mud and pebbles. He populated the castles with little rock people, which he called "snowmen." After I took a photo of one of them, he decided he wanted to make up a story about them and use my photos as illustrations. Here is the result. The photos aren't great, but if you look closely, you can see the little people and the houses they live in, including a moat. (If you're curious about the praying, I think he recently heard a story where a king prays for something and gets it. If you're curious about the diction, well, what can I say. It's all him. He dictated everything to me without any coaching or suggestions, right down to the number of exclamation points he wanted.) "Snowmen," a story by Zeke (July 28, 2011)
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The other day, Zeke announced that his friend at school had "sculpted his feelings." I asked him to explain what that meant, and he said he had made a sculpture of what his feelings were. It looked, apparently, like a big ball of mud. Zeke thought about this for a few minutes and announced he wanted to draw his feelings. Then he spent probably three-quarters of an hour making these designs on a small Post-It note, and then explaining what each of them meant. I didn't get around to writing them down until a few days afterwards, so I don't remember everything perfectly.
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Zeke made this at school. One of the teachers wrote, "My mom is
special because...," and he completed it with, "she buys me snacks."
That's my boy.
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Talia said it was "a great baby Scouty party day."
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Earlier this morning, immediately after I had drunk a cup of coffee...
Talia: Daddy, why do you always smell horrible?
Heather: Look, you've hurt Daddy's feelings.
Talia: Well, I don't think Daddy always smells horrible. Zeke thinks Daddy always smells horrible.
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Here's a photo of Zeke at school, practicing writing his name in
Chinese with a quill pen.
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It's been a while since I posted any pictures of Talia, and she has been growing like a weed. Here are a few I took the other day.
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"There's a little spark inside your brain that gets thrown into your heart. It does something to your brain that's weird but real, and makes you think that your heart stores love. 'Cause that little energy ball has love in it, so actually, your heart has love in it, and it turns it a little redder, gives it more blood. So actually that's the way the brain helps the heart. When you're five it does it. It helps you learn about love, and it helps you live longer. Everybody has it."
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Me: Careful, this is really hot.Zeke: How many degrees is it?Me: Four hundred.Z.: Four hundred? Four hundred? Jeeeesus CHRIST!
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Apparently it's pretty mild, so it's not something to be worried about ... not TOO worried about, anyway ...
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