The four of us went to meet Will's teacher and see his classroom today during his school's open house orientation.
Will's teacher seems very nice and she mentioned that she'd heard a few other students in the class saying that they know him.
"One thing I noticed though, Will," she said. "All of them were girls ... why do so many girls know your name?"
Will, charter member of the "Boys Club", took the comment in his usual subtle manner.
"Girls? Oh, DARN!"
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Charlie's Celebrity Impressions
We went for a bike ride recently and I experienced one of those amazingly clear memory-making moments. Will, sitting so tall and handsome in the bike trailer. Next to him, my little Charlie, barely visible from behind the trailer except for his enormous pile of hair, bouncing up and down as they headed down the trail.
Every time I think of it, I still smile. And every time it's time to cut Charlie's hair, I just don't want to do it. It's just such a part of his personality.
As if to make my point for me, I found these pictures on my camera tonight: Charlie at dinner, doing what seem to be a variety of celebrity impressions with little more than his hair and a bit of banana goop.
Robert Pattinson: He makes that tousled look seem so effortless but it actually took Charlie quite a bit of effort to accomplish this masterpiece.
Orlando Bloom: He probably should have dyed his hair for the full effect.
Kate: OK. This is just mean. But that hair flying out in the back is just plain cartoonish (yeah, I mean her).
James Dean: I think he must have originated the messy men's style.
James Franco: I've got to be honest...I may have mixed up the James Dean and James Franco impressions. Some mom I am...yikes!
Chris Farley and our Charlie: Both of them have always made me smile.
Every time I think of it, I still smile. And every time it's time to cut Charlie's hair, I just don't want to do it. It's just such a part of his personality.
As if to make my point for me, I found these pictures on my camera tonight: Charlie at dinner, doing what seem to be a variety of celebrity impressions with little more than his hair and a bit of banana goop.
Robert Pattinson: He makes that tousled look seem so effortless but it actually took Charlie quite a bit of effort to accomplish this masterpiece.
Orlando Bloom: He probably should have dyed his hair for the full effect.
Kate: OK. This is just mean. But that hair flying out in the back is just plain cartoonish (yeah, I mean her).
James Dean: I think he must have originated the messy men's style.
James Franco: I've got to be honest...I may have mixed up the James Dean and James Franco impressions. Some mom I am...yikes!
Chris Farley and our Charlie: Both of them have always made me smile.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monster Mash
There's less than a week to go before Will starts kindergarten. I'm excited to learn that he only has 14 kids in his classroom ... this is a teacher-to-student ratio that I have witnessed since my Pineview Elementary days.
Anyway, all these pencils, erasers, new school clothes got me thinking about Fall and that got me thinking about Halloween ... and that's what led me to ask Will what he wanted to be for Halloween this year.
"Oh, I know, a VAMPIRE! Or, wait, no, maybe a SKELETON! Hmmm, I could be a MUMMY."
"So you want to be something spooky this year, huh?" I asked, thinking to myself that I could probably handle the face paint for dracula but I'm not sure how much toilet paper I'm willing to go through for the sake of a mummy costume.
"Yeah ... but I definitely, absolutely do not want to be Frankenstein."
Ah, apparently the man-made monsters aren't spooky enough for Will.
Anyway, all these pencils, erasers, new school clothes got me thinking about Fall and that got me thinking about Halloween ... and that's what led me to ask Will what he wanted to be for Halloween this year.
"Oh, I know, a VAMPIRE! Or, wait, no, maybe a SKELETON! Hmmm, I could be a MUMMY."
"So you want to be something spooky this year, huh?" I asked, thinking to myself that I could probably handle the face paint for dracula but I'm not sure how much toilet paper I'm willing to go through for the sake of a mummy costume.
"Yeah ... but I definitely, absolutely do not want to be Frankenstein."
Ah, apparently the man-made monsters aren't spooky enough for Will.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
He's got skills...they're multiplyin'
That pint-sized world traveler known as Will Tappa is spending a week in the U.P. with Grandma Clary, Aunt Mavis and Uncle John.
My mom reports that he has been busy, busy, busy and has even made a new friend named Dalton.
She overheard this exchange between Will and Dalton yesterday afternoon:
Will: Have I told you that my Daddy LOVES sports?
Dalton: Nope.
Will: He does. I play sports too. I played soccer and t-ball. I haven't played other sports but I do have the skills.
My mom reports that he has been busy, busy, busy and has even made a new friend named Dalton.
She overheard this exchange between Will and Dalton yesterday afternoon:
Will: Have I told you that my Daddy LOVES sports?
Dalton: Nope.
Will: He does. I play sports too. I played soccer and t-ball. I haven't played other sports but I do have the skills.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
I don't even want to know
Scott and I usually take turns putting each of the boys to bed. We love to fall asleep with Will but lately Will's been kicking Scott out pretty early. I think it's because a twin bed can be a bit crowded when your dad is 6'2".
So, on Scott's nights, Will generally hasn't fallen asleep when Scott bids him good-night. His awake status leaves all sorts of opportunity for Will to be a creature of the night.
One recent morning, Will, who usually wakes up by 6:30, didn't rouse until almost 7:30.
He had deep pillow creases across both cheeks and looked as us with only one eye half open as he stumbled through the living room.
"Wow. What kind of night did you have?" I asked.
"Nice tats," Scott said.
Will lifted up his forearms one at a time, glancing at the tattoos with a lack of recognition.
He just uttered two words. "Last. Night."
Please, please, please let this not be one of those weird deja-vu moments in late May 2025.
So, on Scott's nights, Will generally hasn't fallen asleep when Scott bids him good-night. His awake status leaves all sorts of opportunity for Will to be a creature of the night.
One recent morning, Will, who usually wakes up by 6:30, didn't rouse until almost 7:30.
He had deep pillow creases across both cheeks and looked as us with only one eye half open as he stumbled through the living room.
"Wow. What kind of night did you have?" I asked.
"Nice tats," Scott said.
Will lifted up his forearms one at a time, glancing at the tattoos with a lack of recognition.
He just uttered two words. "Last. Night."
Please, please, please let this not be one of those weird deja-vu moments in late May 2025.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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