Okay, so the guitar isn't even remotely in tune (mostly because we can't get Rory to let go of it long enough to get it done!), but luckily he could care less as long as his shoulder strap is positioned just so and his MaGyver-esque "microphone stand" is ready to go.
Now if only there was a toddler version of American Idol...
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Chrismukkah 2007
My kid has got it made during this time of year - he gets to celebrate Hanukkah AND Christmas. He's been getting quite the sampling of both holidays this year, especially since he goes to a Jewish preschool. We've been lighting Hanukkah candles each night and getting to eat candies from our advent calender as we count down the days until Christmas.
This past weekend, we took him on the "North Pole Express," a special Christmas train ride that serves cookies and chocolate milk while we go to pick up Santa at the "North Pole." Since Rory is sort of a "Polar Express" junkie (we've probably watched it about 500 times in the last 12 months), he was nearly jumping out of skin with excitement. Towards the end of the train ride, Santa came through and asked all the kids what they wanted for Christmas, and of course, Rory asked for a guitar. (We're grooming the next Elvis, you know.)
Fast forward to the next night, and we're celebrating Hanukkah with my parents. Rory opens his present and sure enough, it's a GUITAR! But wait - he JUST told Santa Claus about it the night before on the train. How did it get here so fast? Hmmm...how do we explain that one? So we came up with, "Santa called your Papa that night and told him that you wanted a guitar so badly that it couldn't possibly wait until Christmas!" And I'm thinking to myself, hey, that's not too bad. This Hanukkah-Christmas mixing is a piece of cake. And Rory seems happy to accept that answer, and even says, "Sure, he called Papa - on his cell phone!" Whew, potential Chrismukkah crisis averted.
Later that night, Rory is rocking out with his new guitar on my parent's coffee table, singing his own little made up songs, and of course we're all sitting around watching him. Suddenly, he points to sky dramatically and sings,"Jesus Lives! Ya ya ya! And he plays dreidel! Ya, ya ya!"
We all burst out laughing, while my dad muttered something like "Boy, this poor kid is so confused!" But I couldn't help thinking how that summed up Chrismukkah at our house pretty darn well.
Way to go, Ro!
Happy Chrismukkah, Everybody!
This past weekend, we took him on the "North Pole Express," a special Christmas train ride that serves cookies and chocolate milk while we go to pick up Santa at the "North Pole." Since Rory is sort of a "Polar Express" junkie (we've probably watched it about 500 times in the last 12 months), he was nearly jumping out of skin with excitement. Towards the end of the train ride, Santa came through and asked all the kids what they wanted for Christmas, and of course, Rory asked for a guitar. (We're grooming the next Elvis, you know.)
Fast forward to the next night, and we're celebrating Hanukkah with my parents. Rory opens his present and sure enough, it's a GUITAR! But wait - he JUST told Santa Claus about it the night before on the train. How did it get here so fast? Hmmm...how do we explain that one? So we came up with, "Santa called your Papa that night and told him that you wanted a guitar so badly that it couldn't possibly wait until Christmas!" And I'm thinking to myself, hey, that's not too bad. This Hanukkah-Christmas mixing is a piece of cake. And Rory seems happy to accept that answer, and even says, "Sure, he called Papa - on his cell phone!" Whew, potential Chrismukkah crisis averted.
Later that night, Rory is rocking out with his new guitar on my parent's coffee table, singing his own little made up songs, and of course we're all sitting around watching him. Suddenly, he points to sky dramatically and sings,"Jesus Lives! Ya ya ya! And he plays dreidel! Ya, ya ya!"
We all burst out laughing, while my dad muttered something like "Boy, this poor kid is so confused!" But I couldn't help thinking how that summed up Chrismukkah at our house pretty darn well.
Way to go, Ro!
Happy Chrismukkah, Everybody!
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