Full Circle

Well, since beginning this foray into blogging, I'm now on my second entry in nearly a year. Great start. The interesting thing is that my most recent Facebook update has something about having an extra 2 hours per day. After making that entry, I logged into my little blogspot, and yea verily, not only have we come full circle, but I apparently need 2 extra hours per day instead of just one. Maybe next year we'll be up to a 27 hour day, and then we'll really be cooking with gas.

This morning we had our third family photo session with a professional photographer. Despite multiple shots with eyes half-lidded, directed in different directions, or hands in weird places- in mouths, in front of faces- I think we actually had a few shots that might turn out, and our holiday cards might be successful this year. If it weren't for our nanny, I don't know that we would have more than about 20 pictures of the kids. Fortunately, we have outlined as one of her duties: documenting their childhood. One of these days, maybe in my next blog in 2009, I'll start posting some photo verification of their childhood.

Currently, their childhood is all about Star Wars. Michael wants to be Jango Fett for Halloween. I've asked him a couple of times about Jango Fett, and it generally involves a very long rambling answer detailing his blasters, and how he is more cool or less cool than Boba Fett, and who they have each killed, and the difference between their jetpacks. And, because of Michael, Allison is also a huge Star Wars fan. "You know who my favorite Star Wars person is? Luke Skywalker. Yeah, Luke Skywalker he is very cool. He have a light saber." Allison insisted on being Darth Vader for Halloween. She also wanted a pink light saber. I couldn't really resist this, and spent an afternoon going to the craft store, with glue and ribbon and a size 19 plastic knitting needle...voila! Pink toddler-sized lightsaber. She loved it. She seized it immediately, killed me twice, and cut off both my hands. "I cut off your hands, Mommy!" she shrieked. Ten minutes later, she had the light saber wrapped in a blanket. She was patting the little bundle that just rendered her mother dead, and said to me while batting her ridiculously long eyelashes, "My light saber...he is crying!"

I have to admit, I take a perverse delight in her (sort of) anti-princess tendencies. We were at the Disney Store the other day (I have been there twice in my life) and the lady at the counter said to her in a sing-song voice, "And would you like a PRINCESS bag???" Allie said "yes" in a small voice. And I couldn't resist, "Tell the nice lady what you are going to be for Halloween." She goes, "Darth Vader." The nice lady was a little confused, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." So I translated.

Kind of like when Michael was 3 1/2, and another nice lady asked him, "And what would YOU like to be when you grow up?" and he replied loudly, "An anus doctor." The nice lady was also a little confused, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." (It's hard when you're expecting an answer like fireman, policeman, and you get "anus doctor." It doesn't compute.) Thinking she must be a littel deaf, he yelled as loudly as he could (not impolitely, just loudly), "AN ANUS DOCTOR!" She looked at me, probably wondering what kind of mother I was. I shrugged. What is there really to say? My kid wanted to save the world, one asshole at a time. Who am I to argue with that?