Working It.

So I'm currently reading this horrible (fictional) book about these kids who are raised for the sole purpose of being organ donars. 

What?

Merry Christmas, everyone.

It's called Never Let Me Go.  And this group of teachers tries to prove these lab-created chidlren have souls by teaching them art and music. The more fabulous their art, the more humanely they're treated...is the theory anyway.  Gawd this book is bringing me down, man.

ANYWAY, for better or worse, it's made me take notice of all the things these two little stinks of mine have been creating lately. Always paints, always tape, always crayons, always little books to draw in.

I suppose if they were characters in the book, they'd have a better shot at not losing a eye with all this artsy-fartsy craziness.  But since they're here - I think I'll just get em some new water colors and call it a day.

I may need to stop reading this book soon.  That's the real point of this story. 

The end.

Thankful.

Gobble Gobble.

So I'm a super big fan of a striking example of who my kids really are and what they like.

With Stella, it's the ying-and-the-yang.  It's contradiction. She wears super hero costumes with tutus.  She loves to carry her soft penguin and Thor's hammer at the same time. And, on a less proud note, she'll punch you right in the arm and then give you a big hug. I mean, it's completely brilliant - this craziness.

Henry has a bit more of a lazer focus on the things he loves. And money is right at the top of the list. Cold hard cash is second only to blue dog. We have countless pictures of him playing with money on the living room floor, counting coins, sitting by his coin sorters (there have been many) and wrapping up little piles of one-dollar bills like they do at a bank.  He has jars of coins all over the house. Clear jelly jars full of money.

Which is why it wasn't a suprise, but certianly comical, to see what he pulled together for a recent class project.  His teacher asked that each student dress up a construction paper turkey in disguise so you couldn't tell what it was. Some of the kids dressed their turkeys up like spacemen, some like hippies, some like doctors. Not Henry though. He had a better idea.

I found the moral of this excercise to be - you are who you are who you are who you are.

And that maybe he'll buy his mom something pretty with all that hard-earned cash-money he has one day.

There's Some Smoke. And Some Water.

The Freaks Come Out At Night.