I'm A Weinberg!

This afternoon Calder had a playdate with his good friend Jack.  Jack's mom overheard the following conversation between the two boys.

Jack:  Are you Jewish?
Calder:  No.
Jack:  Are you Christian?
Calder:  No.
Jack:  Then what are you?
Calder:  I'm a Weinberg!
Jack:  Then my dad must be a Weinberg too.

Fourth Annual Cookie Decorating Party

This past weekend we held our fourth annual cookie decorating party.  Four dozen sugar cookies, twelve children and their parents, and enough food and other sweets to feed a small army.  It was, as always, much fun. 

The kids loved the cookies and all sat quietly focused on decorating and eating sugar cookies.  Zola was among one of the last to leave the table, decorating countless cookies with her big girl friend Maya.  

The picture of the day, however, which I missed, was of the playroom, after the tornado otherwise known as twelve children was done wreaking havoc. 

Animal Olympics

A couple of weekends ago, when Gramma and Grandpa were still in town, we visited Congaree National Park to attend another terrific children's program with Ranger Becky.  At the Animal Olympics we learned all sorts of animal superlatives, such as who's the fastest, loudest, strongest animals, etc.  Then we had our very own Olympic competition based on the animal superlatives.  Relay races, long jumps, ball tosses, and the like.  So much fun!  The kids were proud to earn Junior Ranger badges.  The only disappointment was that the boardwalk was flooded so we couldn't show Gramma and Grandpa around the park. 

We LOVE Science

Milo, while watching the They Might Be Giants "Here Comes Science" DVD:  Ooh Ooh!  After this can we make one of those charts?
Justin:  You mean a periodic table of elements?
Milo:  Yes, one of those!
Justin (holding back a chuckle):  Sure.

A Belated Happy Thanksgiving

The Weinberg Three were so lucky to have all their Bienkowski and Weinberg grandparents with them for Thanksgiving.  Gramma even stayed the whole week after Thanksgiving.

 

There was so much fun reading books, singing and dancing around ("Singing in the Rain" is one of Zola's and Oom-Poppa's favorites),

visiting the Gem and Mineral Show at the State Museum (Milo and Gramma could have stayed there for days),

hooting with the siamangs at the Riverbanks Zoo, and even taking in a performance of "The Nutcracker" by the Columbia Classical Ballet.  Calder is particularly enamored with "The Nutcracker", so he was thrilled. 

Zola Rocks!

With such ease suggesting that she could have been diaper-less for a while now, Zola is potty-trained.  Not one accident yet in four days. Yeah. She rocks! Zola loves wearing "big girl" underwear and is very, very proud of her accomplishment.

A Happy and A Merry Christmakah To You IV!

Latkes, menorahs, nutcrackers and Christmas trees!  Yes, it's Christmakah again here in the Weinberg house.  And today, as in years past, we visited the Old Congaree Run Tree Farm to choose and chop down our very own tree.  Milo and Calder helped Daddy saw the tree.  Zola visited with the horses on the neighboring farm.  And this year we actually had winter weather.   

Happy Hanukkah!

Yesterday we were fortunate to celebrate Hanukkah with good friends.  The kids had a blast goofing around in the chaos that is eight children together at a dinner party.  We adults could have chatted for hours but for our children reminding us of bedtime.  Milo was especially woozy around 9 pm.  I'm guessing it was all his dancing in my kitchen earlier in the day as he demanded one latke from every batch I fried and rejoiced (both verbally and physically) in the anticipation of eating matzoh ball soup for dinner at his friend Jack's house. 

God Damn It!

I don't know where he picked this up (ahem), but Calder has taken to occasionally yelling "God Damn It!" when he is ticked off about something. Knowing that others may take offense at this, we have encouraged him to use the phrase "ay caramba!" instead. He hasn't yet mastered this. Last night at dinner, after being told he must eat more of his vegetables, he yelled "ay karate!" My son: coiner of new and exciting ways to curse.