First photo taken with iPhone4 HDR ... notice the blurring of the letters on the jersey.
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Vincent just turned 8, and this is his third (annual) piano recital.
We're back after a week in Cancun. The beaches are gorgeous, the sand sublime. Spent a week at the all inclusive Moon Palace, enjoying the huge pools, mini golf and nightly entertainment. Great to see all the cousins bond.
Waking up early this morning, I stumbled downstairs to find Katherine watching T.V. Not possible. I have the cable box blocked from 5am - 8pm. No password, no dice. No T.V. without parental intervention. Apparently Katherine watched Suzy entering the code one day and noticed that she pressed the same button over and over again. A button near the bottom of the remote. So she tried and entered "0 0 0 0". Lo and behold, it worked.
Needless to say, the password has been changed and it's not the same digit x 4.
We've been preparing Vincent for his kindergarten interview for the last few weeks (he got in), and going over letters, numbers, how to spell his name, etc. On his name:
Me: Vince, how do you spell your name?Vince: V -- line with a dot -- N -- C -- E -- N -- T
What do kids learning from watching commercials on television:
Vince: Girls have diets and boys have penises
As we were looking at some of National Geographic's top photos from 2006, we came upon this green monkey looking thing. Vincent looked over my shoulder and says, that's a pygmy marmoset. I look down, read the description, and find to my surprise that he's right (I've never heard of a pygmy marmoset to begin with). For the next 30 seconds, I think I have a genius on my hand, a four year old who can read. How has he been hiding his reading from us??
Well, Vincent doesn't read. He saw these minute monkeys on Go Diego Go.
Still, pretty good recognition skills.
Vincent finally woke up at 8:30am, but was happy to make his way down to start opening gifts.
After waiting a long 90 minutes upstairs, Katherine was finally allowed downstairs to open gifts.
Whenever Vincent cries over a toy taken or milk spilt, I tell him to toughen up -- don't cry like a baby, be a strong boy. Returning home from a rare night out, Vincent told me he cried after Suzy and I left.
Steve: Vincent, you didn't cry like a baby, did you?
Vincent: No Daddy, I cried like a man.
To which I had no reply.
Christmas is just around the corner and we celebrated with our fourth(?) annual Gingerbread Party.
In the past two days, I've let Ally out 4 times between the hours of 12 midnight and 4am for poopy calls, cleaned up 3 piles of doggy vomit (she got into the chicken bouillon cubes) dry heaving myself, and Bella had a rather nasty incident in the shower yet again.
Looks like I'll be ready to change those diapers again come June.
Ok, Suzy always reminds to not to just talk about myself. So here's a little story to illuminate Vincent's sweet nature.
In pre-school, the kids were making turkeys for Thanksgiving. Asked what he was thankful for, Vincent responded:
The baby in my mommy's tummy.
Oh, have I mentioned that Suzy is pregnant? Our third is on the way, expecting about June 9th, 2007. Long way to go and lots to do before this happens. Hence the plumbing and car shopping spree below.
Katherine's 7th birthday was a fun-filled, sun-filled afternoon pool party. Hula Barbie made an appearance as the cake. Lots of swimming and candy. Good fun!
