M False Alarm birthday party at Pump It Up. We went down to Tacoma. Generally, nothing too unexpected. Kids jumped and ran, lots of noise was made. You’ll see some pictures of the agility course. All the kids got better at it than they were last year. M had a first loose tooth, which was super loose, but which apparently she wouldn’t pull out and she wouldn’t let her parents pull out (or they weren’t willing to pull out). So, KrisDi offered, and M was all like, “Yeah, sure, whatevs.” Plunk! Gone. I think the parents were more shocked than she was.
Chilkat was signed up for a Computer Science class. I don’t know much about what hse did or did not learn in it, but it was one hour before school for three Tuesdays in a row. She told me one day that it was “The best day ever” because she got to wear her astronaut clothes (not costume, just astronomy themed stuff), because she got to eat ham and cheese for lunch (or something equally banal), and because she got to go to her CS class. She said she likes using computers when it’s easy.
Disney started a new show called the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Road Racers or something like that. We took the kids to the premier at the theater. They loved it. I endured it.
Lots of random stuff:
- We had pizza with Popes. We drank a little of my interesting new whiskey. The Pope brought some Polish beer from Poland. Some of it was OK.
- Chilkat taught Chilkoot how to write a letter D with chalk on the driveway, and then he wrote D after D after D.
- Chilkoot dressed up as Chilkat. I don’t really know why. I just showed up when Chilkoot was strutting around with her coat and hat and backpack.
- I took the kids for donut breakfasts — once together, once just Chilkoot.
- Chilkoot got a sliver in his hand, and only let one of the Day Care teachers take it out (the lunch lady). He said she’s the only one who is ever allowed to take out slivers for him. So, she better stay in our life.
- We took a day and visited a brewery, and a Cuban restaurant. Both were good.
Chilkoot is reckless and doesn’t listen. He’s such a smart kid, but he just doesn’t pay attention we tell him to do something or not to do something. I have to yell and scream at him for him to get anything out of it, which results in crying on his part and anger on mine. Not great. He’s also starting to get angry without knowing how to deal with it, so we’re trying to teach him to breathe and think when he gets upset.
Chilkat, in comparison, is cautious, usually listens well, but she is so fucking bossy and dramatic. Plus, she gives up easily when she doesn’t get her way.
So, they’re both interesting and cool, and frustrating in their own ways. Fifteen years…