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Five Fat Turkeys Are WEEEEEEEEEE

Last night H-Bomb's preschool had its annual Thanksgiving dinner for the kids and their families. The food is always delish, and it's great to hang out with the other parents for longer than the two minutes it takes to get your kid's coat on and sign them out.  Entertainment is traditionally provided by the 4K class, and this year it was the Bomber's turn.   The 3K class was the opening act, and then the Bomber's class performed two Thanksgiving classics - "I'm Thankful For" and "Five Fat Turkeys."  At the end, we all waved our lighters and called for an encore, but they told us union rules prevented them from keeping the roadies too much longer. (Okay, that last part may not be entirely accurate.) I did manage to score bootleg video from inside the concert hall.

This was actually the second song, but I liked it better, so I'm putting it first:

Five Fat Turkeys on Vimeo.

  This song got off to a rocky start, but the teacher dragged them all back on track and they managed to finish big:

I'm Thankful For on Vimeo.

 

 

Thanks Aunt Alex!

The Bomber's birthday is coming up this week, so for the last two weeks or so boxes have been appearing on our porch at an alarming rate. One set of large boxes came from my sister, who at least had the good sense to warn me what was coming. She sent him a ball pit. A Ball. Pit. Um, thanks Aunt Alex.

Anyway, the ball "pit" turned out to be more like a pop-up tent with a bazillion (okay, 200) plastic balls.  In spite of the actual lack of pitiness (pitishness? pitfulness?), or possibly because of it, H-bomb adored it.  Here he's showing me how the door works. Because I didn't, you know, set it up or anything, and he's almost three so he knows a lot more than I do. But I digress.

Aunt Alex wasn't satisfied with the number of balls that came with the ball pit, so she got extras. That's a lot of balls:

 I guess having one's own ball pit is a serious business, which is why he has his serious face on:

Serious face notwithstanding, he really really likes it:

His parents, however, are not as completely thrilled with the ball pit. Because in case you've ever wondered what 200 plastic balls might look like rolling around your living room, here's a pretty good approximation:

Um. "Thanks" Aunt Alex. Really. 

Seriously, though, I don't think pictures really capture how much fun the child had playing with this thing. So here's four minutes worth of video. (Watch it at your own peril.)

Havin' a Ball from Stinky on Vimeo.

I'm Twinkling As Loud As I Can!

On Saturday, the H-bomb's school had their annual May Day celebration, which is really just an excuse for the parents to see their children do (ostensibly) cute things. The theme this year was "Nursery Rhymes Come Alive" and H-bomb's class sang Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.  That's always been one of H's favorite songs, and he sings all the time anyway, so I didn't really think much of the fact that he's been walking around singing it at the top of his lungs for the last three weeks or so.   Apparently, though, he was getting ready for his big performance.  And he was ready. That boy can twinkle.

After you're through admiring my child, take a look at the little boy second from the right (your right, not stage right). He was not having any part of this whole twinkling thing. Also, fair warning: the lighting was low and the crowd was unruly, so this movie leaves a lot to be desired in terms of quality. To quote Larry, it's one step above the Zapruder film. (I actually think he was being too kind.)

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star from Stinky on Vimeo.

Get On Board!

This is a clip from the Black History Month presentation H-bomb's school did last week. He walked around for two weeks signing "Doctor King, Doctor King, he had a DREEAAAAMMMM.  He wanted everybody to have the same freedom, he had a DREEEEAAAAAMMMM."  It was pretty cute, but this song was the hands-down crowd pleaser, thanks to the three kids in front.



Gospel Train from Stinky on Vimeo.