grievances

This morning Sonja accidentally bumped into Evan or pulled his hair while putting on his shirt or something — caused some minor discomfort in the process of getting him ready for school. And Evan rebuked her thus:

"You hurt me Mommy! Don't you know that's not what mommies are for?"

Tonight we went to a potluck supper at Sage's daycare. Evan thought it was irresponsible to put play equipment so close to the tables, because it might encourage kids to play immediately after eating (the throw-up risk, you know). Unfortunately, I only remember one verbatim quote from his critique:

"Whoever organized this potluck... I need to talk to them."

photo phrenzy

Some of our regular readers (Omi and Grandma Sue, I'm looking at you) regularly ask for more photos. Well, be careful what you wish for. Here's the second half of 2007 in review:

Evan and Sage's first days of school:






A September trip to San Juan Island:






A couple of spacemen (I think):




A couple more from Nana and Granddad's 65th anniversary party at Christmastime:




And a miscellany:





There will be more.

product placement

Evan and I have noticed that Sage sneaks references to different brands of bubblegum into the songs she sings. For example:

"...Q, R, S, T, U, V, Bubbaloo X, Y and Z"

and

"How I wonder what you are.
Hubba Bubba world so high.
Like a diamond..."

I'm not sure what she hopes to accomplish with this, but suddenly I feel like buying some gum.

Spring Break '08, Orcas Island

George, Eric, Evan




David, George, Eric, Evan




Sage, Fire

Finally!

Why Sage adores Cody

Today I gave a reading with four other poet-buddies at the Central Library. My friend (and Sage's idol) Cody was the event's headliner and emcee, and he introduced each of the readers with a poem he'd written for the occasion. Because it was Sage's birthday, this was the poem I got:

I just want to be paid a living wage,
Set my heart to "engage,"
I want to be like Sage.

I don't want to be bound by boredom or rage,
Or stuck in a cage,
I want to be like Sage.

I'm bad at French, I think snow's pronounced "nage,"
But here on this stage,
Je veux etre comme Sage.

In my fair to middling age,
I want to be a great mage,
I want to turn the page,
I want to be like Sage.

You'd think I'd see it coming

Eric: "Do you know what tomorrow is? Tomorrow... is... your ... ..."

Sage: "CAKE!"

(with two candles)

Eric: "It's only two days until your birthday!"

Sage: "Yeah!"

Eric: "Do you know how old you're going to be?"

Sage: "Um... CAKE!"

I have to agree

Sage (talking into a sprinkler head as though it were a microphone): "AANNAWAAN AM ANA MICROPHONE. WAMMMAAA AMMA MICROPHONE."

Evan: "That is the weirdest announcement I've ever heard."

the verdict

Sonja: "Hold my hand when you cross the street."

Evan (starting to cross the street): "I want some cucumber."

Sonja: "Evan, hold my hand when you cross the street."

Evan: "That's not a good answer to 'I want some cucumber'."