Tyler’s all clued into this Christmas thing. We passed a Santa on the street the other day, the local real estate agent all decked out with a sleigh and posing for pictures with kids. I asked Tyler if he wanted to have a chat with Santa and he said, “Nah, that’s not the real Santa. That’s just some guy dressed up as Santa.”
Julia’s really starting to talk now and can put together simple sentences like, “Here it is!” and “What is this?” She loves to help out around the house and even brought me a beer from the kitchen.
I gave Tyler a glimpse of Izumi’s Christmas present and Tyler was not impressed. After seeing a diamond commercial on television he let out to Izumi that he had seen what I’m giving her and that I really should have gotten the diamond necklace instead!
Tyler is way into NASCAR racing these days and I’m planning on taking him down to see one of the Busch series races in Virginia with Uncle Dave when it gets warm. Of course Tyler was excited when I told him of the plans but he was disheartened to hear that we were only going to watch the races – he was hoping we’d be in the race!
We got snowed in last weekend with over ten inches. Tyler and I jumped into a neighbor’s 4×4 and hitched a ride up to Belle Mountain, the local sledding hill. We trudged up to the top and faced into the freezing wind to a magnificent view of the entire Hopewell Valley covered in snow. After a brief pause to tuck our legs into the sled and a hearty push from a friendly bystander, we were off. Before I knew it we were hurtling downwards, wonderfully out of control but loving every minute of it. We both were laughing as we tried to aim edge towards a jump but tipped over in the process and wiped out another pair that was walking up from thier run.
We spend an hour or two perfecting our technique and eventually, just as the sun was beginning to pinken, hit that jump and caught some air landing on our butts with a thump and a triumphant cheer. As we headed home that evening, I caught a glimpse of the full moon over a farm field, low in the sky, with a chevron of geese flying South for the Winter.
A perfect afternoon with my son and a newfound appreciation of the joy of simple play.
The last of the leaf-blowers has been put away and the lawns are clear for the first winter snow. The annual blowing of the leaves is a tradition in the neighborhood that I only now begin to appreciate. The first year we were here, I thought that leaf blowers were for wimps. I scoffed at the oversized hairdryers and thought that I’d get back to my roots and do it by hand.
After spending four weekends raking the entire lawn after each successive autumn storm, I began to realize the wisdom of my neighbors with their various labor saving devices. Now that we’ve got our own little electric Toro, I’m part of a mini-arms race as each leaf blower is compared to the next and the neighbor with the biggest, baddest machine is the new king of the block. As always, Albert’s gas powered, backback mounted, 150HP is the trump. Pennington Borough keeps it civil by picking up the leaves blown into great piles on the curb, not like Greenville, NC.
Tyler learned an important lesson today. He came up to me over the weekend all excited because he had a new lego car that he wanted to show me. It didn’t look familiar and I asked him where he got the car. When he said he got it from school and I asked him if he asked anyone if he could “borrow” it he realized that he had done something wrong.
Sensing a need to nip the “sticky fingers” tendency in the bud, fast, I told him that it was not right to do this and that he should take the toy back on Monday and immediately apologize to the teacher. Just to make sure everything would go smoothly, I called his teacher Sunday night to say that Tyler would be talking with her.
Apparently this type of thing happens quite often so everything went off without a hitch today and Tyler seems to have taken his lesson to heart. Notch another life lesson in the tree of life and wonder what path he may have strayed down if we didn’t have our little talk.
A legal brief submitted somewhat tongue-in-cheek by a harried junior paralegal in response to a Partner’s request to research local Manhattan sushi restaurants. This brief has been making the rounds of legal firms all over town and today ended up on the front page of the NY Times.
Yep, Halloween’s just around the corner and the kids are already comparing their costumes. One of the kids on the block planted the idea that the best costume is one which can hold the most candy. Previously popular categories such as Superheroes & Villains went out the window. For some reason no one liked my suggestion of a large Shop-Rite bag and they haven’t figured out a kangaroo yet.
Tyler’s going to be a Raccoon because, “they wash their hands and can run fast through the night.” Julia’s going to be a flying unicorn but she didn’t have anything to do with the decision. eBay came to our rescue and we quickly found what we needed.