November 21, 2011 · 8:47 pm
James loves to do battle.
He’s great a playing dead – tongue hanging out and all.
He will frequently don his batman costume (mask and cape – most frequently WITHOUT anything else on. Just a pull-up, batman mask, and cape – SO funny), ninja costume, spiderman costume, or anything else that is battle worthy.
We try to stress to him that he can’t pretend to kill family members – just invisible monsters.
The other day he went through the house to some very grand sound effects.
“I kill you!”
“I kill you too!”
After a while he appeared in our bedroom with a very proud strut.
“All the monsters are dead.”
I chuckled, and Dad asked, “Did you get ALL the monsters, James?”
“Yes.” He gave a solid nod of the head accompanied by his trademark thumbs-up sign to confirm it.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
James looked thoughtful for a moment.
Dad looked at him. “It’s okay. If you see another monster, give it a hug and a kiss and you’ll scare it away.”
Without missing a beat, James flings himself at Dad, gave him a huge hug and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Am I a monster?”
That is one smart boy. Muahahahahahahahahahahaha 😀
September 24, 2010 · 7:06 am
So, the other day I was heading to the music store to get Elizabeth and Dorothy’s music books for band. There had been a lot of talk of instruments lately as we had managed to track down the flute for Liz and the trumpet for Dot, and Emily had asked once or twice about a violin – though we explained she wouldn’t be starting for a little while yet. So it was only mildly surprising when Jacob, hearing that I was heading to the music store, came tearing into my room. “Mom, are you getting my drum?”
I think there is a budding percussionist in the family. After all, he was the one that before he could even walk would arrange all our rhythm instruments and toy drums in a semi circle around him and play away.
We let our cat, Spitfire, roam around outside frequently, though we always bring her in at night. Because of Murdoch and her not getting along too well yet – she’s a conniving little thing and constantly baits him – she spends the night in the basement. Well, the other day she had gotten in a cat fight and had a bloody lip when we brought her in from outside. The next morning Jacob, after seeing the cat for the first time, came running to our room.
“Mom, Dad, there’s a monster in our basement, cause it tried to eat spitfire, and Spitfire still has blood on her lip, and the monster is in the basement, and you need to come and get the monster.”
After trying not to guffaw with laughter we explained that she was not attacked by a monster in the basement and the basement is perfectly safe. I love imagination!