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Thought you might like a peek at how we kept ourselves busy during winter break (when not coughing, sneezing, or snoozing).
Grandpa, Oliver, and Philip worked together to try out a rocket that uses the old baking soda and vinegar combination. They cooperated so well. It worked really well the first time; you can just see the rocket on its descent. Alas, each of the next attempts were failures of one sort or another.


Not quite sure what led to this, but Philip and Oliver wrote a short play one day using puppets from Gramme's collection. Our family of three rehearsed the parts and then performed from behind the dining room table.
Grandpa treated OP to his first professional haircut:
This year Oliver was stocking taskmaster. He took them down, passed them out, directed opening, and returned all to the mantlepiece. (All this reminded me of Oliver leading us around Newport Beach at the age of 2 & 1/2, saying, "I'm the director! I'm the director!"

And of course he figured out some repetitive olympic maneuvers for the living room at Uncle Warren's and Auntie Nichole's house...Right before the smack down from Uncle Tyler.

(NOTE: angled shot especially for Krista)
You gotta love a kid who'll put on his tiger suit just because. Oliver has periodically donned his tiger suit in its entire or with just the head many times over the two years since my mama made the costume for him. Yesterday he wore just the head to church, but put on the whole outfit after nap to read.And in a little less than two weeks, he'll put it on again to be a tiger for Halloween (3rd year in a row!). Thank you, Gramme!
OP went on his first school field trip today--got on one of those big yellowy-orange school buses and everything. I did not trail the bus by car or bicycle, nor did I observe the event from bushes near by. He did the whole thing without me--sitting on pumpkins (I'm guessing they were large), meeting Scare Crow Jim, sitting on a tractor, and taking a hay ride with his entire class!--and had a great time, "loved it," in fact. He is so not a baby anymore.
In one of those classic where-do-we-go -from-here? kind of experiences, Oliver was chosen as one of the students of the month for September, his first month in kindergarten. We were stupefied (and proud, of course), but discovered upon arrival at the celebration assembly that the award accorded all too well with the son we know and love. He was honored as "excellent reader," which we know already and which predates kindergarten by a few years. Kind of difficult to be launched into the stratosphere over this one. I don't want to seem ungrateful. Quite the contrary; Oliver went through a long period in which he would not read for classmates; they thought his skill was very strange. So, we are proud that in kindergarten he has already treated them to the full range of his reading ability, having taken Treasure Island to school for sharing day recently. Instead of being weirded out, his enlightened K-1 class was "amazed," according to his teacher.
Let's see if he can get a citizenship award; then his teacher-parents will be REALLY proud! ;o)