Happy Birthday Addison!

I got up this morning, and Addison has already turned NINETEEN! Sheesh.

It seems like just yesterday he was cracking jokes, growing like a weed out of his clothes, posing for silly pictures, playing computer games, and being so busy he’d run into walls.

Huh. It’s weird having a grown-up for a kid.

And I hear that being a grown up sucks really bad, so here’s hoping that on his first offcial day as a grown up that it doesn’t suck.

(Note for Americans: Nineteen is the age of majority here. Even in all the legal grey areas, the max is 19.)

Merry Hallow-Christmas treats!

We went out to the mall today. Twice. (Yes, I know I’m insane, thanks.) Emma came with us this time. She was somewhat perturbed by the stores displaying Christmas decorations – not just on the shelves, but on the outside of the stores, too.

“But it’s Halloween time…” Clearly, this is upsetting (slightly) her sense of order. She had fun looking at the displays, though, and we talked about how we’re going to decorate our house for Christmas.

Then we came home, had lunch, and I got her dressed up in her Halloween costume.

Trick or treat at the mall

The local mall had a party and some stores were participating in trick or treating, so we went because I asked her and she wanted to go.

It was a lot more popular event than it was in previous years.

Trick or treat at the mall

And this was halfway down the line. It was sheer and utter chaos, with only a minor sense of order, because someone did have the foresight to make up a list of participating stores, and had them down *in order* so kids weren’t cris-crossing the mall willy-nilly. Emma insisted we read the list at every stop, very carefully, and she made sure the words on the paper matched the signs on the stores.

Yes, passer-bys thought she was adorable. One lady even said to her, “And I can tell what you are!” Plus we saw one wolf, two Tiggers, three Batmans, six Spidermans and approximately fifty-seven witches.

An hour later, we were on our way home again. We talked about some things she observed, like how the big kids never said thank you, how some kids had no costume at all, and how we overheard one kid complaining in front of the clerk handing out the treat that it was something she didn’t want.

“I wouldn’t take a fit about it.” Emma told me, quite seriously. But she had fun, and when I came home the hole in the kitchen wall was all covered over.

Kitchen wall repair

Emma and the boxes

Emma likes cardboard boxes. Actually, what kid doesn’t? At any rate, with all the renovations and packing up here, we’ve had a wealth of the stuff. She made good use of it, and we’ve had to talk her out of quite a bit more.

When we did the bathroom, she took the box from the overhead light fixture and made a car. Before you start thinking, “Wow, that’s a big light fixture,” it wasn’t. It was a fairly small box, and she just fit in it.

“What are you doing?” I aksed as I passed by the living room.

“Making a car.” Nonchalant, stuffed in, sides bowing, marker in hand.

“Isn’t that box kinda small to be a car?”

“It’s one a dem small cars.” She was still concentrating on her work to fully explain it to me. It took a second but…

“Oh, you mean one of those Smart Cars?” We have at least two riding around the city, novelties wherever they go, rubberneckers when they pass by.

She kept working. “Yeah that.”

And last night, she wanted to use our large pile of boxes to make a submarine. I convinced her not to, so she used paper plates for portholes and taped them to the living room doors instead.

So she’s relating the world around her to her world of play. Good stuff. But I wonder sometimes, how things affect her in ways she can’t express. We are packing up our wordly goods, our things, and when you are five, your things, whatever they are, are Very Important to you. Some things that have been packed or moved to the attic, have been UNpacked and rediscovered, hauled out to be used. Other things that we have packed away even before now, have been rediscovered as some sort of Lost Childhood expedition. I keep packing and RE packing.

But the Things that Emma is using now – her Ariel doll, the mermaid Barbie with the long flowing (tangled) pink hair and broken tail we got for twenty five cents at the local Salvation Army, her stuffed Blue dog, Nemo, some clothes for the dolls and I’m not sure what else (old packing peanuts, possibly a facecloth or small towel), are all loosely packed in a box that stay with her.

Oh, the box never closes, and it’s not “packed away”. This is a box of her stuff, the stuff she needs to keep close by, so she knows where it us. I lug it up the stairs for her every night, and down again every morning. In fact, I was not greeted earlier by a “Good morning, Mommy,” as I tried in vain to open my eyes, but rather a, “Can you take this box downstairs for me NOW, please?”

At least she gave up on the bags. A five-year-old bag lady is a hard thing to explain.

Packing, packing

First off, Emma is loving the words. She thinks they are all pretty funny.

I’ve been in the dining room all day, and not just on the computer. I took down most of the plates off the plate rail (ther’e s a set going back to Mom’s, but I’m borrowing some decorative Christmas ones), cleaned off the fireplace mantel, took half the items out of the china cabinet and packed them, cleaned out the tablecloth & napkin drawers, and have most of the homeschooling bookshelf packed up and sorted.

Yes, I have a box of homeschooling books up for grabs for the locals. 😉

Our dining room is used as a computer room / office / work room / school room (as close as we get) so there are many things in here that you wouldn’t expect to see in a dining room. Like three computers and two desks. And a table, two bookshelves and a tower of plastic drawers with small photocopier, a filing cabinet, craft supplies, and a spare monitor.

It’s actually kinda scary how much stuff is in the room, and how huge it’s going to look when we are ready to show the house. When we do the Christmas house tour, the table will be set and a tree will go either in front of the fireplace or in the bay window area. Haven’t decided yet. The desk has to stay here, as we have nowhere else to put it that we can run wires to without drilling holes in the floor.

I only have a couple before pictures so far, as our rechargable batteries are all dying and not keeping their charges.

What’s your favorite word?

Emma wants to know. So far, she’s heard ones like obtuse, facetious, seguay, and discombobulated, all of which left her in stiches. Please contribute to the laughter.

Geek speak 101

The girls have introduced me to some of the latest in netspeak: lolercoaster, lollerskates and roflcopter.

And I am still rotflmbo at it.

See? Teenage girls *can* be entertaining to their parents occasionally. And check out the ascii art… Oooo! And the flash game!!!