Brooke

This blog is for Brooke! When I am 7 or 8 or 9, I can have Brooke's violin. Brooke thanks for the violin. I love you, Brooke.

The end.
Ian

Fútbol.....who knew?

So, after months of saying he didn't like soccer, Ian tried soccer and guess what? He loves it! He's pretty good at it too! These are pictures from his last game and he scored 3 goals! You'll notice the tongue out during the corner kick. It shows he concentrates like a Johnson I guess.



Ian le encanta el fútbol, despues de meses diciendo que no le gusta. Ya cuando empezó a jugar, fue otra cuenta. Jiji. Es un buen jugador también. Los fotos son de su último partido y metió 3 gols. Es mi hijo. jeje. ¡Viva el fútbol!

All I want for Christmas....

A violin is on the top of Ian's list for Christmas this year.

Thanks Aunt Brooke for letting him have a go at it!

My school

My school. I think it's very boring because we don't do work. I like math. I like to do math. It is my favorite subject. I don't like when we don't do math...hard math. I hate it when we do easy math because it is so easy for me. I've been practicing math at home. I always get mad when we don't do hard math. Reading is boring to me, because I don't like little kid books. I mostly like chapter books. Chapter books are easy to me (because my mom is reading them out loud). My favorite chapter books are: Junie B. Jones, Ramona the Pest, SuperFudge and Ribsby. Ribsby is a dog that gets a bubble bath by a bunch of dumb girls and then he gets lost and found by an old lady.

The story behind the zissst....

Just in case you are wondering. Ian is a big fan of Junie B. Jones. (Such a big fan that we read three entire books yesterday!) So, there is a Junie B. Jones called The Mushie Gushie Valentine. Long story short: Meanie Jim sends Junie B. an anonymous valentine. Later she finds out and they decide they like one another. They start playing this game where they zissst each other. You know, they chase each other around and then when they touch, it's like an electric shock and they yell out, "zissst!" Ian liked the idea and started it up with Abby. (I hear she's a darling little red head.) I said, "Maybe she hasn't read the book. Does she know what zissst means?"
He replied, "I told her it means I love her." Okay. Just so we are clear.

So, just to be funny last night as we walked home from blogging I said, "Why don't you ever zissst me? Don't you like me?"
He says, "I really, really, really like you. But I really, really, really, really like Abby. One more really. So I zissst her, not you."

Fabulous. Less than a month into school and I'm already not the most important woman in his life. It's going to be a long 12 years!