And So it Goes and So it Goes

A new year, a new series of kid stories.

Gish turned 5 last month. It's funny that when SG turned 5 he seemed so much older than Gish does. I wonder why that is? Gish is still such a baby. You know, when they can say the most inappropriate things that are still considered funny. Like when we were skiing; Gish fell on the bunny slope (can you believe my FIVE year old skiis????) and he started to cry, not because he was hurt but because "now everyone will be laughing at me." I tried to tell him that everyone falls sometimes when they ski and that no one would be laughing at him. Why did he think that people would be laughing at him? And through his sobs he tells me "because I laugh at them when they fall!" Ok then. I would say in that case that you deserve it.

SG has become quite adept at skiing. "C'mon, Mom! Let's go in the terrain park!" Is he nuts??? Why on earth would anyone want to go down a flight of stairs IN SKIS?!? ON PURPOSE?!?!?! He can't understand why this does not sound particularly fun to me. (COOL! Did you see my SKI popped off when I fell off that bridge??) Heaven help me. Whoever came up with this sport anyway? For a school project he decided to make a video tape of himself skiing. It was my brilliant idea, but what I didn't think through completely was the poor shmo (read: the daddy) that had to ski with a video camera - sometimes backwards! The video actually came out really good and the kids in his class enjoyed it so much that he played it twice. I'm waiting for the day that he asks me if he can go sky diving.

And did I tell you what he wants to be when he grows up? A roller coaster designer. He wants to make roller coasters. The bigger and scarier the better. I just know that he is going to talk his little brother into being the roller coaster tester. Hang on everyone, here we go.