How do people keep their houses clean? Seriously, are you magical or something? I just can’t seem to master this. I know it’s partly, or a lotly, because I have a three-year-old. I can’t blame it all on him though; Dan and I weren’t that clean before he got here. If your house is a mess up until fifteen minutes before guests arrive, please let me know. Even if it doesn’t make my house cleaner, it will definitely make me feel a lot better.
Logan and I went to the Medina library today to meet Kati Kat and her daughter Maya. (If you are reading, Hi Kati!) We are making plans for Tri-C West’s future art club. If everything works out, I will be the advisor. Yay! I enjoyed watching Logan and Maya play together. They were pulling parenting books off the shelf, and I’m sure everyone was impressed that they were forgoing “Goodnight Moon” for “Raising a Healthy Child.” Obviously Kati and I are both doing something right and don’t even need the parenting books. My favorite title was “Being an Instinctive Parent.” Inside it is blank except for one sentence, “Go with your gut.” Okay, not really, but I think that would be awesome. I don’t imagine it would sell very well though. I don’t know why authors are more concerned with making money than amusing me.
Alisha got hypnotized. This is what you call a lack of transition. If it was my student, I would write, “How did you get from the library to the hypnotist?” This is my blog though, and I can jump from pumpkins to jiffy pop, and no one can stop me. Anyhow, we were supposed to hear a comedienne at the Funny Bone comedy club at Easton, but they cancelled. In his place was a hypnotist, if you couldn’t already guess. Before we left, my sister said that Alisha had asked if it was going to be funny or serious hypnotism. Sarah said, “Well, I don’t think he’s going to help us give up smoking or get over a childhood fear of dogs or anything.” Hahaha! It’s okay Alisha, that’s something I would have asked.
I hadn’t seen a hypnotist before, so I really didn’t know what to expect. I was really concerned that I’d be pulled up on stage though, and I was relieved to find out it had to be voluntary. Apparently, you can’t be hypnotized without wanting to be hypnotized. Translation, I am safe for the rest of my life. I don’t know if I have control issues or what, but the thought of being in that state terrifies me. Unless, of course, it’s all hoax. All I know is that for almost two hours, Alisha gave the performance of her life. She never laughed or broke “character” which makes me believe it was real. At one point, she was told that she was Madonna and was performing a concert. She got up, sang, and did an impressive five minute dance routine. Along with the nine or so other people on stage, she was on the show “Cops,” at tropical resort, riding on a 1,000 foot drop roller coaster, and became part of the “River Dance” troop. That last one was my favorite—I’ve never seen so many flailing middle-aged legs before. Alisha insists that she remembers very little, but came out of it feeling completely refreshed. I did a little research on it, and the verdict is mixed. The only way for me to know for sure is to try it myself, but that’s not happening. I don’t like to look foolish. And thanks to my fourth grade bulliers, I can’t always tell the difference between laughing at me and with me. This is where you feel a little sad for me.
Speaking of adorable children at the mall, transitions, we stopped at Polaris on our way home on Sunday. Logan and I were standing in line at the Gap, don’t judge me, and this little boy in front of us whirled around. He was eyeball to eyeball with Logan, and I had no idea what he was going to say. Instead, he started breaking it down. At one point, he even did the robot. When he was finished, he turned to Logan and said, “What you got?” Now, Logan has been studying Huggy Face from “WordGirl” and can totally hold his own. He didn’t dance though. Instead, here is how it went down:
Logan: Do you play Mine Craft?
Other Boy: Do I what?
Logan: I play Mine Craft like my daddy.
Me: It’s a game on the X-box.
Other Boy: Yeah, I play X-box.
Logan: Do you make animals?
Apparently, the boy was still confused and began making cow noises.
Logan: I make animals on Mine Craft like my daddy on the Internet.
At this point, his dad was ready to leave, so the boy just turned and walked away. And this battle goes to Logan Daniel Skop! He didn’t even have to break a sweat.
What I have learned from this…When you are three, it’s perfectly acceptable to challenge someone to a dance competition while waiting in line at the Gap. I think it would be hysterical if I tried this, in theory, the next time I’m at Wal~Mart. I’ll just tap the woman in front of me on the shoulder and start doing the Roger Rabbit. What you got?
Also, if you are in a situation where you feel outmatched, just confuse them by switching to an obscure subject that you are knowledgeable about. I think I will push Logan towards becoming an English major. He will find that this skill really comes in handy, especially in Graduate school.
I highly recommend watching this YouTube video!
Logan and I went to the Medina library today to meet Kati Kat and her daughter Maya. (If you are reading, Hi Kati!) We are making plans for Tri-C West’s future art club. If everything works out, I will be the advisor. Yay! I enjoyed watching Logan and Maya play together. They were pulling parenting books off the shelf, and I’m sure everyone was impressed that they were forgoing “Goodnight Moon” for “Raising a Healthy Child.” Obviously Kati and I are both doing something right and don’t even need the parenting books. My favorite title was “Being an Instinctive Parent.” Inside it is blank except for one sentence, “Go with your gut.” Okay, not really, but I think that would be awesome. I don’t imagine it would sell very well though. I don’t know why authors are more concerned with making money than amusing me.
Alisha got hypnotized. This is what you call a lack of transition. If it was my student, I would write, “How did you get from the library to the hypnotist?” This is my blog though, and I can jump from pumpkins to jiffy pop, and no one can stop me. Anyhow, we were supposed to hear a comedienne at the Funny Bone comedy club at Easton, but they cancelled. In his place was a hypnotist, if you couldn’t already guess. Before we left, my sister said that Alisha had asked if it was going to be funny or serious hypnotism. Sarah said, “Well, I don’t think he’s going to help us give up smoking or get over a childhood fear of dogs or anything.” Hahaha! It’s okay Alisha, that’s something I would have asked.
I hadn’t seen a hypnotist before, so I really didn’t know what to expect. I was really concerned that I’d be pulled up on stage though, and I was relieved to find out it had to be voluntary. Apparently, you can’t be hypnotized without wanting to be hypnotized. Translation, I am safe for the rest of my life. I don’t know if I have control issues or what, but the thought of being in that state terrifies me. Unless, of course, it’s all hoax. All I know is that for almost two hours, Alisha gave the performance of her life. She never laughed or broke “character” which makes me believe it was real. At one point, she was told that she was Madonna and was performing a concert. She got up, sang, and did an impressive five minute dance routine. Along with the nine or so other people on stage, she was on the show “Cops,” at tropical resort, riding on a 1,000 foot drop roller coaster, and became part of the “River Dance” troop. That last one was my favorite—I’ve never seen so many flailing middle-aged legs before. Alisha insists that she remembers very little, but came out of it feeling completely refreshed. I did a little research on it, and the verdict is mixed. The only way for me to know for sure is to try it myself, but that’s not happening. I don’t like to look foolish. And thanks to my fourth grade bulliers, I can’t always tell the difference between laughing at me and with me. This is where you feel a little sad for me.
Speaking of adorable children at the mall, transitions, we stopped at Polaris on our way home on Sunday. Logan and I were standing in line at the Gap, don’t judge me, and this little boy in front of us whirled around. He was eyeball to eyeball with Logan, and I had no idea what he was going to say. Instead, he started breaking it down. At one point, he even did the robot. When he was finished, he turned to Logan and said, “What you got?” Now, Logan has been studying Huggy Face from “WordGirl” and can totally hold his own. He didn’t dance though. Instead, here is how it went down:
Logan: Do you play Mine Craft?
Other Boy: Do I what?
Logan: I play Mine Craft like my daddy.
Me: It’s a game on the X-box.
Other Boy: Yeah, I play X-box.
Logan: Do you make animals?
Apparently, the boy was still confused and began making cow noises.
Logan: I make animals on Mine Craft like my daddy on the Internet.
At this point, his dad was ready to leave, so the boy just turned and walked away. And this battle goes to Logan Daniel Skop! He didn’t even have to break a sweat.
What I have learned from this…When you are three, it’s perfectly acceptable to challenge someone to a dance competition while waiting in line at the Gap. I think it would be hysterical if I tried this, in theory, the next time I’m at Wal~Mart. I’ll just tap the woman in front of me on the shoulder and start doing the Roger Rabbit. What you got?
Also, if you are in a situation where you feel outmatched, just confuse them by switching to an obscure subject that you are knowledgeable about. I think I will push Logan towards becoming an English major. He will find that this skill really comes in handy, especially in Graduate school.
I highly recommend watching this YouTube video!