National Buncha Writing Crap Month

Or so it appears. I knew about the novel crap, but it seems a lot of different things have also jumped up on November. One of them is a “blog-a-day” thing. Well, that definitely ups it from my attempted once a week, but why not?

Halloween has come and gone again, alas. I miss it already. It’s one of the few derpy pagan moments I have, and I don’t even make a big deal of it. I wait until it’s all done; kids are in bed, lights are (mostly) out. Then I set up a plate, usually of leftovers, pour a drink, and sometimes set out some sort of tobacco. Like I said, not a lot, but it’s enough I suppose.

The kids went as some truly interesting things. The Eldest went as a witch, again. It seems to be a favorite of hers. The Boy went as a tiger, which isn’t a shock. For a couple of weeks he insisted his preschool teacher’s name was Tiger.

As for the Beast, well she’s the Beast. It’s not going to be regular, normal, or simple. We were going to do a duo set, her Princess Agatha from LoZ- Twilight Princess and me as Link. But that got changed when she wanted to go as something else. It got changed a couple of times before she settled on a Unicorn. And that got changed three days before Halloween when she wanted to add in the dinosaur costume bit Mommy had picked up a few years ago as a play clothes article. And thus we found ourselves roaming a neighborhood with a unicorn riding a T-Rex. What.The. Crap. Weirdo.

I’m still subbing long-term in the one classroom. I’m honestly enjoying it and I even told the missus that if it were offered as a more permanent thing I’d be really tempted to go for it. It’s such a better set-up. The school system as a whole, as well as the others in the class. It’s not a room to the side. It’s an actual classroom.

And now it is time for the Boy’s bedtime. This hour change bullshit is bullshit. Right? Here goes attempt number one…

Busy Week

It’s been a busy one. The classroom is great. I’m possibly still hopped up on the newness of it all, but I’m eager for next week.

In other news, the Xmas tree is up. Cin usually gets one from my parents for her B-day present. The kids had a blast decorating it. Got some pictures even, had to borrow a camera. Where ever Cin put, it’s still there. She’s good at that sort of thing…

The moms have been doing an amazing job on the upstairs of the house. The kids’ rooms look great. I give Sophie until lunch time tomorrow to fix that, but hey, for a brief bit it looks good.

Connor is adding more things to the list of bedtime ritual bits. So far we have blanket, Baby (a teddy bear), Tiger (obvious, I hope), a t-rex, Diego, a pig (actually meant as a dog’s chew toy that he kept saving), his Leapfrog computer, his wired bead rack, a tiny car, and for the brief bit of rocking a different lamp on. The lamp projects moons and stars, but he insisted he be shut off before I left the room. Not one to argue when the kid is rather willing to lie down, I shut it off.

Color Crew

The Boy has fallen in love with this cartoon on Netflix. I’m personally torn.

On the one hand his already profound interesting art has gone just a wee bit crazy. He’s wanting to color all the time now. Crayons, markers, pencils. Doesn’t seem to matter as long as he can drag it across a piece of paper. Here’s hoping that he keeps up with that bit keeping it on the paper, and not like his sister who still has issues understanding that walls (and beds, and tables, and anything that stay in one place for more than forty five seconds…) are not coloring surfaces.

There is one thing I’ve quickly come to hate about Color Crew. That damned eraser. First off, this jerk is smug. With his glasses and handlebar mustache. But it gets better. He comes out when one of the crayons colors in the wrong thing. So he huffs and scolds, erases this so-called “wrong” color and then he gives this big shit eating grin. HELLO, there was an entire movement dedicated to coloring things “wrong”. Hate that guy.

And with that, I’m off to wrestle said Little Man into bed. He’s grumbling a bit of late, but he can’t resist the well established routine of night-night. Boom, victory for me.