A multimedia extravaganza starring Zeke (born January 2005) and his little sister Talia (born December 2006), lovingly put together by their father!
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Overhead this morning:
Zeke: Talia, this is my secret hideout. You can't come in unless you tell me the secret password.
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.
Posted 9:29 AM
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Me: "Sounds scary."
Talia: "Yeah. But I had my stuffed animals. They were a shield around
my body. And a mask. And my stuffed animals were made out of metal.
And they had missiles in them. With fire in them. And I had a sword.
And a shield."
Posted 12:46 PM
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
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)
Posted 12:10 AM
Monday, July 18, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
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.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Sunday, May 08, 2011
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.
Posted 12:04 AM
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
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.
Posted 8:46 AM
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
"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."
Posted 9:48 PM
Friday, January 07, 2011
Monday, January 03, 2011
Apparently it's pretty mild, so it's not something to be worried about ... not TOO worried about, anyway ...
Posted 4:20 PM