- Signs your children are growing up in the age of technology:
Caedmon loves to draw pictures, but he will often ask if you want just a picture, or a picture and an audiobook. If you go the audiobook route, it means you are possessed with infinite patience and/or have twenty minutes of your time to sacrifice to a meandering story about super heroes and lightning coming out of fingertips and hot lava. There is always hot lava.
Recently when he posed this choice to me, I went the audiobook route. I don't really remember why I did this to myself, but I'm fairly certain guilt was involved. Caedmon drew his picture full of swords and lightning and stick figures with disturbingly large fists. He wrote a bunch of random letters and a few short words on the reverse of the piece of paper; this was the audiobook portion. Then he brought the paper over to me, allowed me to view his masterpiece, then flipped it over and prepared to recite a tale of lava and derring-do.
Before he began, however, he said, "Oh, wait, there's an Ad before the audiobook can start. But you can Skip it if you want to."
Methinks we've been watching too many YouTube videos.
|Caedmon loves audiobooks, but will still deign to listen to a paper version.|
- Signs your children have fantastic teachers:
In Atticus's kindergarten class they have this thing called "magic words." There is a list of a few magic words every week, and every time the kids hear or use one of these words, they are to tug on their ear.
Atticus thinks this is pretty much the greatest thing ever. I think this is pretty much the greatest thing ever, because it has him using words he didn't previously, all while wiggling his earlobe with his fingers and looking meaningfully at me with a smile: "He is such a RASCAL," *smile wiggle wiggle*, or "I was FRIGHTENED the frisbee was lost," *smile wiggle wiggle*.
I love the way he says these words in an announcer's voice, enunciating each consonant, but there was the week I learned I overuse the word "finally"; I worried our son's ear was going to fall clean off from all the tugging he had to do.
Atticus also has a fantastic coach, although it isn't his ear that sees plenty of action during soccer- it's his tongue, which evidently must bask in the light of day for him to successfully kick the ball.
|Click to embiggen all these to see his Soccer Tongue.|
|Two Soccer Tongues!|
|And here's Atticus and Derek, looking very... coachly. I say if "kingly" is a word, "coachly" can be, too.|
- Signs your family has faces more suited to those strange mugs with faces than to a glossy magazine cover:
You know, this kind:
|Looks like a Crisler|
These are the faces our family makes whilst playing mini-golf together:
Neither Adelaide nor I are able to remain composed when we make a bad putt. And when you ask Caedmon to make a "pirate face," because we were playing at Pirate's Cove?