Saturday, December 22, 2007

possible Sage sighting

At this time of year, we get what feels like about four hours of daylight. Which means that most of our family photos are artificially lit and either a.) red-eyed or b.) blurry. Sage's perpetual motion doesn't help matters.

islands in the street

I was wondering why this desert island had a traffic sign on it. Talk about excessive regulation. But Evan explained that it's a roundabout.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Evan: Recent Works

Cattails: pastel, 2007

Pencil: pencil and crayon, 2007

Sewage Treatment Plant: mixed media, 2007

Artist's Portrait

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

sky writing

We were running late this morning, but we hustled, and I was pleased that I still made it into work before 8. Then I noticed I wasn't wearing a belt.

In the car, Evan was admiring the colorful sunrise:

Evan: "Pink clouds. And some orange clouds."

Eric: "Yeah, it's a pretty sunrise."

Evan: "I love it when the sky is pink. It's so cute."

Eric: "Yeah."

Evan: "We should make up a song called 'Cute Sky.'"

Eric: "Yeah."

Evan: "Cute skyyyyyy, cute skyyyyyy, I love you so mu-uch. Cute skyyyyy, cute skyyyyy..."

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

the world's first funny knock-knock joke

Eric: "Knock knock."

Evan: "Who's there?"

Eric: "Clarence, the Interrupting Cow."

Evan: "Go away."

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Cranklin the Fat

About once a week, Sage and I have the following exchange:

Eric: "Sage, can you say 'Franklin'?"

Sage: "Kitty."

If it were any other 19-month-old, I'd assume that she simply found "Franklin" impossible to pronounce, with its tough combination of consonants. Evan called him something that sounded like "Plankton" for nearly two years. But Sage has never really had a sense of her own limitations. She is, however, keenly aware of her preferences. I suspect she's trying to rename him.

Evan may or may not have read my book

Evan's favorite thing to do with his puppet theater is to sit behind it and pretend to be providing some sort of counseling, a la Lucy in her Psychiatric Help 5¢ booth. Today he wanted to "interview" me, and I told him that I have an interview coming up for a teaching position and he could help me practice for that:

Evan: "So... I hear you've been writing some good poems about... um... 'Baby Bubbles' or something."

Saturday, December 1, 2007

winter wonderland

Today it snowed.

Evan (stepping out our front door): "Wow. It looks like Santa's beard exploded out here."

bad name

Evan is running around in his pajamas, playing robber. He says he robs "Citytown Bank" a lot, but never gets caught. Instead, the police always arrest a guy named Robert, because they think his name is Robber.