At the most recent YMCA Indian Princess Winter Camp up in the mountains, the girls presented a short skit, a cover of the Village People's hit song with our tribe name dubbed over the original letters:
You may recognize the familiar arm of the choreographer in the front cuing these talented tribe members.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Obama, Yes We Slam
Little man has got a very large frame on his wall. In it, smiles the President-elect, Barack Obama, on the day after he won the election, beaming beneath the towering victory headline in the Chicago Daily Herald. It was a gift from his Uncle, and it holds a prominent place on the bedroom wall.
Of course, we realize the importance of giving strong role models to our favorite boy -- role models beyond mom, dad, and his cool family members. Someone who looks, well, like him (though the little guy is the cutest thing around, so it's hard to find someone).
Anyway, since he can recognize images of Martin Luther King already, we thought we were headed in the right direction.
So now, when you ask him, "Who's on your wall?" he answers, "Barack Obama."
And when you say, "And what is he?" he says, "He's a soccer player."
And little guy still mixed up soccer and basketball, so you can see just how well our plan is working.
Of course, we realize the importance of giving strong role models to our favorite boy -- role models beyond mom, dad, and his cool family members. Someone who looks, well, like him (though the little guy is the cutest thing around, so it's hard to find someone).
Anyway, since he can recognize images of Martin Luther King already, we thought we were headed in the right direction.
So now, when you ask him, "Who's on your wall?" he answers, "Barack Obama."
And when you say, "And what is he?" he says, "He's a soccer player."
And little guy still mixed up soccer and basketball, so you can see just how well our plan is working.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Scrambling Super Dr. Seuss
Little Dee's favorite book right now is a little-known Dr. Seuss book called Scrambled Eggs Super!
The book is a shaggy dog story, but in my eyes it is the Invisible Cities of the Seuss oeuvre. In Seuss' version, published in 1953, Peter T. Hooper is Marco Polo, describing the strange and fantastic eggs to Ghenghis Khan, a little girl named Liz, perched up high upon a stool.
I don't like to brag and I don't like to boast,
Said Peter T. Hooper, but speaking of toast...
And so his tall tale begins.
Seuss shows his hand to parents as Peter T. Hooper peppers Scrambled Eggs with "sort of"s and "kind ofs," letting us know that this is, how should we call it, speculative fiction.
Of course, the book is full of such Seussian (Seussical) names as the Grickily Gractus (who lays eggs on a cactus) and the crazy-looking Stroodel (the combination of a stork and a poodle).
The book features and international cast of characters, the folks of Fa Zoal (near the North Pole) and his friend brave Ali.
When Peter T. Hooper gets in the kitchen to make his Scrambled eggs Super-dee-Dooper-dee-Booper (sic) Special de luxe a-la PTH, he shows his true genius, adding gobs of horseradish, beans, and spices to his eggs.
And how do they taste? Well, it's a shaggy dog story, so they taste -- well, exactly as you might expect -- for that cagey Seuss is the Cat sans Hat.
The book is a shaggy dog story, but in my eyes it is the Invisible Cities of the Seuss oeuvre. In Seuss' version, published in 1953, Peter T. Hooper is Marco Polo, describing the strange and fantastic eggs to Ghenghis Khan, a little girl named Liz, perched up high upon a stool.
I don't like to brag and I don't like to boast,
Said Peter T. Hooper, but speaking of toast...
And so his tall tale begins.
Seuss shows his hand to parents as Peter T. Hooper peppers Scrambled Eggs with "sort of"s and "kind ofs," letting us know that this is, how should we call it, speculative fiction.
Of course, the book is full of such Seussian (Seussical) names as the Grickily Gractus (who lays eggs on a cactus) and the crazy-looking Stroodel (the combination of a stork and a poodle).
The book features and international cast of characters, the folks of Fa Zoal (near the North Pole) and his friend brave Ali.
When Peter T. Hooper gets in the kitchen to make his Scrambled eggs Super-dee-Dooper-dee-Booper (sic) Special de luxe a-la PTH, he shows his true genius, adding gobs of horseradish, beans, and spices to his eggs.
And how do they taste? Well, it's a shaggy dog story, so they taste -- well, exactly as you might expect -- for that cagey Seuss is the Cat sans Hat.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Bike Riding
Today we took a bike ride.
For a while now, we've had the bike trailer, but it's been hard to find a chance to use it. When Big D first came to us, we weren't really in a good spot to cram him into a moving vehicle, even if the vehicle was a bike trailer, with his sister, who was still getting used to the idea of a little brother who was her size.
It was asking for trouble. Like putting them in a mesh cage match on wheels.
But today, on our way to school, the kids decided it would be fun and off we road. JB found an old bag of walnuts on the bottom and away we went.
I must say it went well. They're just too big enough for them not to be able to squirm.
Big D giggled as we jostled over bumps and flew down hills.
And at the end, JB said to me, "Can we do this again?"
For a while now, we've had the bike trailer, but it's been hard to find a chance to use it. When Big D first came to us, we weren't really in a good spot to cram him into a moving vehicle, even if the vehicle was a bike trailer, with his sister, who was still getting used to the idea of a little brother who was her size.
It was asking for trouble. Like putting them in a mesh cage match on wheels.
But today, on our way to school, the kids decided it would be fun and off we road. JB found an old bag of walnuts on the bottom and away we went.
I must say it went well. They're just too big enough for them not to be able to squirm.
Big D giggled as we jostled over bumps and flew down hills.
And at the end, JB said to me, "Can we do this again?"
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