October 21, 2010
I love Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. Really and truly I do.
August 15, 2009
. . .I live in one of the most non-diverse homogenous states in the nation.
All the kids in the neighborhood are white. All the kids in his preschool were white. All the kids at church are white. Hamhock has no black friends. None. (Sorry Roxanne, we’re trying).
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I know once he’s a teenager he’s going to want and need to relate to other black kids. Enter: Genesis. It’s an LDS ward for all African-American members and friends to attend! We’ve been to two firesides and one Primary activity so far, and I’m sold. They meet in a chapel in Fort Union, which is literally in our stomping grounds – probably a 5 minute drive from our home! Like I said: SOLD.
It’s hard for me to know that Hamhock is thinking about anything deeper than Spongebob and buying treats with his credits earned. So. . . I hold onto anything I can get that comes from his cute little mouth.
We were driving to Discovery Gateway one day when Superboy was talking about Fisher-Price Little People. Hamhock pipes up and asks: “Is Michael’s face just like me?” (Yes, it is! And it’s just as beautiful, too.).
And then when we went to the Primary activity at the Gateway fountain, Hamhock said: “Mom, how many Hamhock’s are there in the world?” (Alot! Isn’t that cool?!)
It’s also really cute whenever he sees a brown baby when we’re out and about at the swimming pool, or shopping, and he’ll say: “Mom! That baby looks like me when I was a baby!” (I know! You were the cutest little baby ever.)
Little golden nuggets into Hamhock’s thoughts.
December 18, 2008
Hamhock is “enjoying” lots of sensory issues right now.
If his pants/socks/underwear get one spot of water on them, off they go.
Yup. He goes through a stack of 2 dozen underwear and a drawer-full of socks in probably 3 days.
Here’s the drill: He leaves preschool all bundled up in his coat, with backpack on, hood engaged, and looking cute as ever. We play outside a bit in the snow, running around with Superboy and the other kids. We get in the car, he perches himself on his “movie chair” (i.e., the glasses console) and strips down to his underwear and shirt. If we need to go anywhere before going home, I’ve got to dry all water spots using my car’s heater vents until they are absolutely dry.
So the other day his clothes weren’t yet dry, and it was time to drop Superboy off in his class for the afternoon. Hamhock saw my canvas shopping bags in the car and decided that he should hide in the shopping bag while I carry him in so he can help with the routine of dropping Superboy off.
You’re thinking: “No. She didn’t.”
I answer: “Oh, yes. I did.”
I carried all 50 pounds of Hamhock-love hiding in my largest canvas shopping bag all the way into the school. He was bunched up with his cute little fuzzy head sticking out peeking over the top. A little embarrassed, but a little bit proud (who wouldn’t feel proud if you can get your mom to do about anything for you?).
Mrs. Riley got a kick out of it; but I’m sure the incident was added to her list of items she files in her head which constantly questions my sanity as a mom.
November 15, 2008
Hamhock: “Dear Heavenly Father:
Thank you for Eric not throwing up. Thank you for Daddy not getting a bloody nose. Thank you for Mommy not getting owies. Thank you for me not getting owies.
In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.”
All events that have happened recently. Cute to know what’s on a little boy’s mind.
October 29, 2008
The boys talked me into buying some Newman O’s cookies the other day. For being gluten-free, they’re actually pretty good – almost like a generic version of an Oreo.
While they were gleefully eating them at the kitchen table at our new house (yay!) Hamhock set a cookie at the empty chair and said this one’s for Michael Jackson.
I said: “What? For whom?”
He said: “Michael Jackson.” Completely matter-of-factly.
Where did my 5 year old and 3 year old kids learn about Michael Jackson?
After asking that exact question to them, Superboy pipes up and says the Simpsons!
Ohhhh! They are referring to the premiere from third season “Stark Raving Dad”, where a large white man thinks he’s Michael Jackson.
So funny. Someday they’ll be old enough to watch Thriller, and to learn of the days when I was 15 and Foo was 13, staying up late waiting for video history to be made.