Once there was a vampire. The best vampire there was in Canada. There also was a man named Jim. And the vampire wanted to attack Jim. On Halloween, the vampire went to Jim’s house and knocked on the door and attacked Jim.
The End.
Mr. Man wrote this story when he was 6, but he just found it recently during the move. He asked to put it on his blog.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Long Haul on the New Bike
Mr. Man announced that he wanted to ride the Springwater Corridor to its end in Boring, OR, about 15 miles east.
So we planned our outing for yesterday and I mapped out our "bus escape routes" in case we got too pooped to ride all the way home.
We got to mile marker 18.2 before he decided to turn around.
We saw hawks, donkeys, horses and rabbits.
All told, Mr. Man rode 22 miles. On the last stop before hopping the bus back to town, we rested for a snack.
Mr. Man was hot and grumpy near the end, but it was a lovely ride overall.
So we planned our outing for yesterday and I mapped out our "bus escape routes" in case we got too pooped to ride all the way home.
We got to mile marker 18.2 before he decided to turn around.
We saw hawks, donkeys, horses and rabbits.
All told, Mr. Man rode 22 miles. On the last stop before hopping the bus back to town, we rested for a snack.
Mr. Man was hot and grumpy near the end, but it was a lovely ride overall.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Mr. Man Finally Has a New Bike!
"Look!" he says. "6 gears and 2 hand brakes!"
Which, of course had to be followed by gelato on this hot, hot day!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Sick Day
This morning, Mr. Man woke up not feeling well. Around 5:30 AM, he climbed into his mamas' bed and said his throat was a little sore and he thought he might throw up. A few minutes later, he did.
Ama and Mr. Man stayed in bed and watched Microcosmos on DVD. The movie kept getting interrupted so that Mr. Man could throw up some more. Then they both took a nap. When Mr. Man woke up, he threw up and announced he was hungry. He just had a small snack.
Then it was time to work on his airplane. Like it?
Then he threw up on the carpet. He threw up all his food. Then he played computer games. And then he napped. And now we are writing a blog together. Mr. Man says that's good for now.
Ama and Mr. Man stayed in bed and watched Microcosmos on DVD. The movie kept getting interrupted so that Mr. Man could throw up some more. Then they both took a nap. When Mr. Man woke up, he threw up and announced he was hungry. He just had a small snack.
Then it was time to work on his airplane. Like it?
Then he threw up on the carpet. He threw up all his food. Then he played computer games. And then he napped. And now we are writing a blog together. Mr. Man says that's good for now.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
May Day Mr. Man Style
When Mr. Man met up with me after work today, he had a lovely piece of work in his hands - a river model that he and a friend made at school.
He decided that he wanted to spend his night attending the May Day Worker's March that started just 2 blocks from my office. We went up the the rally area and hung out. When someone brought Obama posters, he went nuts. He and his friend at school are crazy about Obama. He quickly jumped down and grabbed one of the signs. I suggested he try to attach it to his river model so that he only had one thing to carry. He marched over to a table and asked the kind old woman advocating immigration rights for some tape--and attached the sign to his river model.
He resumed his perch and proudly proclaimed that he has the highest Obama sign in the rally. He also made his first media appearance and talked to a woman from KBOO radio. She asked why he was at the march and he said, "I'm here because I think workers should have choices and rights."
We marched and chanted through downtown. It was his first official "Si, Se Puede!" At the tail end of the march, someone handed me a flier for a May Day festival/party happening after the rally with kids activities and free food. Mr. Man was game, especially since it involved a pinata. But there were other cool things, like making floral crowns.
Happy Beltane! Happy May Day!
He decided that he wanted to spend his night attending the May Day Worker's March that started just 2 blocks from my office. We went up the the rally area and hung out. When someone brought Obama posters, he went nuts. He and his friend at school are crazy about Obama. He quickly jumped down and grabbed one of the signs. I suggested he try to attach it to his river model so that he only had one thing to carry. He marched over to a table and asked the kind old woman advocating immigration rights for some tape--and attached the sign to his river model.
He resumed his perch and proudly proclaimed that he has the highest Obama sign in the rally. He also made his first media appearance and talked to a woman from KBOO radio. She asked why he was at the march and he said, "I'm here because I think workers should have choices and rights."
We marched and chanted through downtown. It was his first official "Si, Se Puede!" At the tail end of the march, someone handed me a flier for a May Day festival/party happening after the rally with kids activities and free food. Mr. Man was game, especially since it involved a pinata. But there were other cool things, like making floral crowns.
Happy Beltane! Happy May Day!
Sunday, April 06, 2008
7 Years Today
Mr. Man selected a chocolate chocolate chip cake with chocolate icing for his 7th birthday. We made it all and he decorated it. It is enormous--almost 5 inches tall.
All those candles, takes a lot more puffing.
Served with vanilla ice cream.
Sugar coma promptly ensued.
All those candles, takes a lot more puffing.
Served with vanilla ice cream.
Sugar coma promptly ensued.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Cirque
Can you whistle Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star? The Loyal Whistler can.
Mr. Man and his Mama went to Cirque du Soleil over the weekend. His favorite part was the "big floating balloons with the girl strapped to them." As she floated over the audience, people could push up on her feet and send her higher.
The birthday week has begun...
Monday, March 24, 2008
How you gather leaves...
So I don't know what to think about this.
Mr. Man and I are riding the bus today to the martial arts place for Spring Break Camp. As usual, we are looking out the window, taking in the morning in the city sites as we pass through neighborhoods we usually don't see this time of day. There is a workman with a leaf blower, blowing dried patches of leaves up the sidewalk and away from the parking lot of his employer. Mr. Man begins his commentary.
"I don't think that is very effective. They will just blow back in."
I agree, I do not understand leaf blowing without bagging and hauling away. Mr. Man offers a solution.
"They should put them in a pile and compost them. Then they would be gone. And - they would have something good for the plants."
Again, I agree. A far better solution on many levels.
"And, that thing takes gas. If we are having a war in Iraq for gas, it seems dumb to do that with it."
Yup. Also true. And I lack the ability to describe the cynical, bitter tone in his voice when he said it. Love and I are pretty careful not to use that tone when explaining or answering questions about the war and the many reasons for it and why we are still in it. Yet, we have been at war his whole life. And that costs, even in these small ways.
I hug him close in our bus seat and tell him I love him and think he is right. I am glad he is thinking about options and how to harm the world less. He says he knows.
Mr. Man and I are riding the bus today to the martial arts place for Spring Break Camp. As usual, we are looking out the window, taking in the morning in the city sites as we pass through neighborhoods we usually don't see this time of day. There is a workman with a leaf blower, blowing dried patches of leaves up the sidewalk and away from the parking lot of his employer. Mr. Man begins his commentary.
"I don't think that is very effective. They will just blow back in."
I agree, I do not understand leaf blowing without bagging and hauling away. Mr. Man offers a solution.
"They should put them in a pile and compost them. Then they would be gone. And - they would have something good for the plants."
Again, I agree. A far better solution on many levels.
"And, that thing takes gas. If we are having a war in Iraq for gas, it seems dumb to do that with it."
Yup. Also true. And I lack the ability to describe the cynical, bitter tone in his voice when he said it. Love and I are pretty careful not to use that tone when explaining or answering questions about the war and the many reasons for it and why we are still in it. Yet, we have been at war his whole life. And that costs, even in these small ways.
I hug him close in our bus seat and tell him I love him and think he is right. I am glad he is thinking about options and how to harm the world less. He says he knows.
Spring Break!
Mr. Man is officially on Spring Break. His school takes two weeks off. His first week will be spent at his favorite martial arts facility. The second week will be spent with his Ama and on a special birthday trip to the coast (many details to follow). Watch this space!
Friday, March 07, 2008
The Explosion of Color
Ed. Note: I have been remiss in posting some of Mr. Man's recent work. We begin with an older piece from last fall.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The Best Tournament Ever
First place, rock on!! It was my first tournament--and the best. It was crazy because once we had to do a tie-breaker. Once I won two rounds in a row. The last round and the last match I was like, "whoever wins this round wins first place". I felt good when I got first place. Once I got a mat burn by diving into tiger. The mat burn hurt.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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