Yes, I'm still here! I've been immersed in this big scrapping project (which I finally finished--hooray! More on that soon. Tomorrow, probably). I was talking to my mom today and she said a friend asked if I was okay, since I hadn't posted anything for a week.
We got the Christmas tree taken down on January 6th, having stuck it out through the twelve days of Christmas. Kate was briefly distressed but got over it.
Doug went back to school last Monday. He's teaching a class down in Olympia this quarter, which he's never done before. So far so good, though he has run into heavy traffic a few times on the way back.
Kate has been introduced to Shel Silverstein and Calvin and Hobbes. "I'm Being Eaten by a Boa Constrictor" was a big hit. A lot of Calvin and Hobbes is bit too deep for a five-year-old (which is kind of funny, since Calvin's six) but she loves the expressions and sound effects. And the way Bill Watterson draws movement is just amazing. The man has some serious talent. We got the collection a few years ago, and now Kate asks Doug to get out one of the three big volumes and look through it with her at bed time. It's quite hilarious to listen to.
Andy has also decided that books are pretty cool. Unfortunately the way he likes to experience books is to open them up and stand on them.
I ran across this Cafe Press shop today. I am tempted to get the ABD sticker for Doug. Ha.
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Monday, January 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Don't knock my smock
Back in September, I made some potato prints for Kate and we went out on the porch to play with paint. I put my painting shirt on her (pinned up with a chip clip in the back). She called it a smock. She learned the word "smock" from Blue's Clues, and apparently understood the context well enough that she was able to identify the smock-like function of this shirt.
We had a fun time painting, and didn't make too much of a mess. Kate turned out to be more interested in painting with the paintbrush than using the potato prints, but she liked those too. (I made her a fish, a turtle, and a crab. I keep meaning to make a layout with them, but haven't gotten to it yet.)
They're doing Savior of the World again at church, and I was called upon to do some touch-up painting on the sets and props. When Kate saw me wearing my painting shirt, she said, "You're wearing your smock!" I told her I was going to the church to do some painting. When I painted the set originally, two years ago, it took way longer than it should have and I had a really hard time finding people to watch Kate while I worked. This time, fortunately, there was a lot less to do and I was able to get it all finished in a few hours. We found somebody involved in the production to take Kate to McDonald's and the park with her granddaughter while I worked. Kate was a bit upset, though, that she didn't get to help paint. Poor kid.
I was sore for a few days afterwards, from bending over that big fake rock. The color didn't quite match the rest of the set, so they wanted it redone. Also, somebody had decided to stick a few clumps of wadded-up newspaper on it, apparently in an effort to make it look more rock-like. An effort which was somewhat less than successful. Wadded-up newspaper is not a great surface for painting. I'm sure it'll look fine under the stage lights, though. Somehow I felt much less invested in the whole thing this time around.
Of course, no discussion of smocks would complete without a Calvin and Hobbes reference. Actually, I just like to say smock. Smock smock smock.
We had a fun time painting, and didn't make too much of a mess. Kate turned out to be more interested in painting with the paintbrush than using the potato prints, but she liked those too. (I made her a fish, a turtle, and a crab. I keep meaning to make a layout with them, but haven't gotten to it yet.)
They're doing Savior of the World again at church, and I was called upon to do some touch-up painting on the sets and props. When Kate saw me wearing my painting shirt, she said, "You're wearing your smock!" I told her I was going to the church to do some painting. When I painted the set originally, two years ago, it took way longer than it should have and I had a really hard time finding people to watch Kate while I worked. This time, fortunately, there was a lot less to do and I was able to get it all finished in a few hours. We found somebody involved in the production to take Kate to McDonald's and the park with her granddaughter while I worked. Kate was a bit upset, though, that she didn't get to help paint. Poor kid.
I was sore for a few days afterwards, from bending over that big fake rock. The color didn't quite match the rest of the set, so they wanted it redone. Also, somebody had decided to stick a few clumps of wadded-up newspaper on it, apparently in an effort to make it look more rock-like. An effort which was somewhat less than successful. Wadded-up newspaper is not a great surface for painting. I'm sure it'll look fine under the stage lights, though. Somehow I felt much less invested in the whole thing this time around.
Of course, no discussion of smocks would complete without a Calvin and Hobbes reference. Actually, I just like to say smock. Smock smock smock.
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