Luke's favorite new phrases are, "Awesome!" and as of last night, "What 'da heck??"
We played at the park today after Macy's PT conference (the weather was too super nice to go home yet); he threw a "What 'da heck??" at the garbage truck and an "Awesome!" at the skylight in the school. Super cute.
He got to try out these phrases during Leslie's birthday festivities. One
necklace from Grandpa and Grandma day was "Awesome!", and when Leslie
was crumpling up the cellophane to clean up the mess his head shot up
with, "What 'da heck??"
Every other year I give the kids the option to have a "friend" party. It was Leslie's turn, and she first tentatively brought up the idea of a mixed party "I don't want anyone to feel left out" (saw right through that one), which was promptly shot down. Instead she decided on a small group of girls. The next problem was, what to do? because she said she didn't just want to sit around and watch a movie together. Me, being cheap, remembered my nephew Blake going on group dates to IKEA and playing team hide and seek. Leslie thought this was an awesome idea, especially coupled with a trip to the new nearby Leatherby's (a traditional ice cream parlor with enormous Sundays.)
WHAT 'DA HECK!
Mark, however, ended up being the chauffeur, chaperone and wallet. I was a little nervous to be driving a van full of girls around in the traffic in the dark and then trying to find all of their houses to return them, so I offered him first dibs. Fresh off a diet (he lost 14 lbs), he heard the word "Leatherby's" and kind of blocked out the rest.
I'm still laughing at his report of the evening. More on that in a second.
I've been trying to give Leslie more intiative-type responsibilities. Example, her flute broke and I made her shop around for repair places and call them for estimates, hours, etc. With this upcoming party I directed her attention to hostess responsibilites: creating her own invitations, preparing the van for non-family passengers (removing car seats and garbage), making sure the house passed inspection before everyone arrived, etc. She took her responsibilities very seriously, including a very teenage big sister warning to her little brothers that went something like this:
WHAT 'DA HECK!
"Cooper, you need to go upstairs and stay there. I don't want you down here when my friends get here!"
"Why not? I want to come to the party."
"You're sick. I don't want you to give my friends your germs."
I interject, "He's not sick anymore. That was yesterday. The house is clean. And besides, he just got out of the shower. He's not going to touch anyone or sneeze on anyone. Cooper, you need to kind of stay away from the girls just in case, but if you want to watch Leslie open her presents that's just fine."
Leslie, a little appalled at this verdict, "Okay, but don't pretend like you're going to throw up, or talk about throwing up, or tell my friends that you threw up yesterday. And DON'T talk about diarrhea!!!"
"You ALWAYS do! Mo-oom! He ALWAYS does! 'I have to go diarrhea. Mom, don't make me eat that or I'll have diarrhea. I just had diarrhea.'" Gags. "I'm never bringing any boys home!"
At this point I was laughing so hard her argument lost a little steam. And Cooper behaved himself and hopefully no one caught any germs in the 10 minutes they came inside for gifts.
WHAT 'DA HECK!
So, Mark and six giddy girls piled into the Dodge Yak. He realized the enormity of his mistake before they even passed the Jr. High (about 4 blocks away). As he retells it, the incredulity on his face really underscores the experience.
"How can there be six girls, and at least FIVE of them at a time are talking, yelling, or singing at the TOP of their VOICE?!"
Leslie interjects, "Yeah, but he fought back pretty well. When Cassidy suggested that we all sing something, Dad turned on the radio full blast. In Spanish. When the girls complained that now they couldn't even sing along, Dad goes, 'That's the idea!'" (I murmured to him, 'we don't even have a Spanish station on our settings! He shot back, "I had to find one.") Leslie: "And when he surprised them by rolling down the windows on the freeway, they all screamed and one said, 'I feel like I'm going to fall out!' that didn't work very well to quiet them down. Poor Dad. He only actually yelled at them a couple of times."
Mark looks a little sheepish now. "Yeah, Abigail looked a little shocked, 'I've never heard Brother Day yell before!' But I couldn't even hear the dang directions for how to get to the one girl's house! I'd say, "Quiet!" and they'd only quiet down long enough for her to get the first part of the sentence out!"
I guess the hide and seek went really well. Mark wandered around the store keeping an eye on things, hearing bouts of shrieking and laughter and praying that a manager wouldn't come kick them all out. Leslie particularly enjoyed hiding behind a shower curtain with her friend, listening to the comments of the other shoppers, trying desperately not to laugh, and wondering what they would say if someone actually pulled back the curtain.
The ice cream was excellent I'm sure, but Mark confessed that his traditional order of a "Black and Tan" was WAAAY too big for him to finish (I usually help him eat it). I asked him if at least the payout of getting to go to Leatherby's was worth the trip, since Mark loves ice cream above all else.
He didn't even think twice.
As we were getting ready for bed that night the bishop sent Mark a short text, asking if he needed an aspirin:)
Here's a little something I meant to mention in my last post. Boston has a new talent.