Conversations with kids

While enjoying pho for dinner the other day (26 November), we were talking about chopsticks, and how when we first got Chilkat hers, she was very little (like 1-2 years old) but she was immediately able to start picking up popcorn and eating with them. We were then telling her that her destiny was using chopsticks, and that if she had a cutie mark, it would be chopsticks. She found this immensely amusing.

Chilkoot then said his cutie mark would be ‘not cleaning up’ — because he’s great at not cleaning up. He said this while pho dripped down his face and onto his shirt.

 On the drive home from this memorable meal, for no reason that we know of, Chilkoot said, “Thank you for not listening to me.”
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November Part I

It was a busier than usual month.

Mom turned 65. She came down to stay with us. KrisDi made her a very tasty cake with lots of apples. We took her to Disney on Ice (do you think that was a treat for her, or a treat for the kids?), and I got her new headphones (to replace the ones that croaked on her way down) and new wiper blades. I asked the poor girl behind the counter at the auto parts store if she could gift wrap them, but they were fresh out of wrapping paper.

We got some snow. Not a lot. Enough that the kids could scrape enough together from the grass or from vehicles to make snowballs (and consequently very small snowmen).

Chilkat got a party with the Seahawks “Blitz” mascot as a reward for selling stuff for her school fundraiser.

KrisDi let me go drink bourbon barrel aged beers with Mr. JJ. We drank a lot of bourbon barrel aged beers.

Chilkoot got a haircut. It looks much less wild now. Still curly, though — not as short as last time. And hasn’t fulfilled KrisDi’s fear that if we cut off the curls, they won’t grow back. Continuing the beauty theme, KrisDi also took the kids for mani/pedis. Apparently they got themselves locked into the bathroom (the kids, not my wife). They couldn’t operate the round, smooth door handle after they got their hands wet, and then they started to panic — which is hilarious if you ignore how they felt about it.

While they were getting their nails done, I had the onerous chore of going to the beer store and picking up one six pack of every Washington IPA that I love to send with KrisDi on her girls’ weekend trip to Philadelphia. Her friends (or their spouses) requested them. KrisDi also dragged out a ton of old kids’ clothes (~1% of the total mass) to give them, and I used some of them as packing material for beer.

Chilkat insisted on making a cake based on a recipe from an Amelia Bedelia book — and then no one ate any of it and it got thrown away. Well, Chilkat had one bite — she said it tasted “very complex.”

Chilkat got sick and had to stay home with me. Saturday night, she puked and had a fever (she made it to the sink! It’s an improvement). All Sunday, she was somewhat lethargic with little appetite and a fever ranging between 100 and 102. She went to bed with a fever. When we checked her temperature in the morning before she woke up (non-contact thermometer), she still showed a fever. When she actually woke up, no more fever — but by that time, we’d already called organizations and made plans for me to stay home with her and Chilkoot. She knows how to operate the thermometer, and was sobbing because it was showing a green light (indicating no fever), but we weren’t letting her go to school. We almost changed plans, but then she coughed a couple times and almost cried because it hurt her throat too much. So, we stayed home and lounged around and watched videos and did some chalk drawings on the driveway and whatnot.

As an alcohol experiment — when I went to Japan the last time, I picked up a bottle of Green Tea Matcha Kahlua. I used it to make a White Russian. Maybe I should call it a Green Russian? Anyway, it wasn’t bad. Regular White Russian is better.

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Halloween And Suchnot

We celebrated False Alarm G’s birthday. He turned 41. He said he wanted a Star Wars cake, and KrisDi delivered magnificently with the largest and most involved cake she’s ever made. In fact, three separate cakes stacked on top of each other. G was awed — literally speechless and drop-jawed. We lit candles, sang and blew them out, savored wonderful cakes, took a shot of Guamanian rum, and headed out for drinking and pool (G’s requested birthday activities). KrisDi and the kids stayed home with A and the kids.

G and I ate at a place that might have been named “Food and Liquor”, then pool and beer at Beveridge Place Pub, then pool and cocktails at Temple Billiards (we defaulted back to beer after G was nearly annihilated by a Dapper Dan), then pizza and beer at Holy Mountain, then we tried to go to Flatstick Pub for beer and mini golf, only to be shocked by a two hour wait. We had beer and went home.

While we were out, Chilkat and M drew a jail with a bunch of “HBs” to symbolize Chilkat spending her birthday in jail. I’m not sure why, but it was very cute.

The next morning, after G was finally coaxed into dragging his hungover corpus off the couch, we went to Bob’s Pumpkin Farm and Corn Maze with the False Alarms. My favorite part of the day was the kids’ corn “maze” — it was not a maze, just a path through a corn field. They had posted a page or so of a story about a square pumpkin (celebrating diversity) at every turn or so, and Chilkat breezed through reading all of them with almost no problems. She’s a good little reader.

That afternoon, we went to Popita’s birthday party at a local Y. Kids ran and played, we hung a pinata (in the process of doing so, I think I may have permanently hid a bottle of water in their ceiling). I also delivered the Pope’s presents — a bottle of whiskey from Guam, and a bottle of whiskey from Japan.

The next day, we had Daddy Son Day and Mommy Daughter Day. Chilkoot and I went to a park, then went swimming, then had a “trucknic” lunch for him at a QFC, then went to a brewery for my lunch, then we went to Chuck E Cheese, then we went home — Chilkoot fell asleep on the way, and then he slept on me while I napped on the couch. It was great.

We had a family night at Chilkat’s school. We picked and carved a pumpkin. Well, we picked, and I carved. Apparently Chilkat had a bottle of paint explode on her in an activity while I was busy carving a pumpkin.

KrisDi hired a photographer to do a quick 30 minute photo shoot. She decided to use it to get holiday pictures for holiday cards. So, we all dressed up and trooped out to a tree farm and preened in front of a camera. Our kids are cute.

We spent the afternoon and evening with T Dog brewing beer. Some other friends came along. It was the first time we’ve participated in a brewing activity for about four years…the last time T Dog brewed.

Halloween, of course. Chilkoot and I were gnomes (people guessed Santa, Elf, Wizard…). Chilkoot got to wear his costume with me at my work. Chilkat was Alex from Minecraft, and she asked KrisDi to be a Creeper. We trick or treated around the neighborhood. We hit maybe twelve houses before the kids got sick of it. Then KrisDi and I sat on couches while the kids answered the door for trick or treaters. Chilkat loved the opportunity to boss people around. “Only take TWO pieces! NOT a handful!”

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