Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Dear Santa

Santa,
I love you. You're the best to bring us presents! Santa, We're going to give you a picture of us so you can see Noah. We saw your sleigh and we love your reindeer. I want to make a present for you, Santa. For Christmas I want a Rapunzel dress, and a Jasmine doll. How bout a giraffe toy for Noah? And maybe a little tiny baby yoga ball for him to bounce on himself. And I want to get something for my mom and dad: golden eggs and a puzzle! How bout a cow puzzle? How bout some Seinfeld underwear for my dad and some football underwear? Santa, have you seen Baby Jesus? We just love that little chubba-bubba in this house! Santa, I should be on the nice list because I'm nice. I love you.
Ari

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Ari's Platform Issues

"Um...I think eating at Old McDonald's Farm is kinda like smoking cigarettes. If you do it too much it's really bad for you." -Ari

This statement was shocking to me. Not that she called McDonald's 'Old McDonald's Farm' or had something to say about cigarettes. She always does. It was that fact that within this thought, she allowed for smoking ANY cigarettes at all. You see, smoking is what we like to call one of Ari's Platform Issues. On a normal day, she fervently speaks out against it. And smoking is not alone. If you're caught riding your bike without a helmet or leaving your medicine out on the counter you will be equally chastised. With zealous conviction, Ari scans the world around her carseat platform as we drive through the streets of her fair city. One might hear her impassioned cries of "Bad decision!" "Uh-oh, that guy's smoking! He's gonna die," and "If he falls off his bike his head's gonna break!" If you intend to stand anywhere near her path while smoking, brace yourself for quite an earful. I've stopped apologizing in these circumstances. She speaks the truth and somehow gets away with it quite nicely. On the home front, it is Daddy who is often confronted by the zealous little crusader if he should ever leave his Airborne out on the counter... the threat of losing his Seinfeld DVDs always looming as she folds her arms and stomps that little foot. Watch out Poverty, Oppression, and Injustice... her arsenal of passion only seems to be building and you could be next.

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Humanity of Christ...

"Baby Jesus was a boy. I bet he had the cutest little penis ever... like Noah." -Ari

I bet he did too. And the cutest little toes and chubby baby thighs and warm sleepy cheeks. His gums hurt when he was teething and he drooled a lot. His mom probably wanted to mush her face into his because she couldn't stand how cute he was.
If I thought Ari was too big on the inside for that tiny body she had to put up with as a baby, I wonder what Mary thought.





Monday, December 6, 2010

In the Beginning...

Ari never liked being a baby. Grandma Sharon used to lean in close to her scrunchy, intense looking little face and say "How old are you really?" We knew even then that she was older on the inside. She was thoroughly frustrated with the worthless little body she was stuck in through those wordless months. When one of her first words was 'refrigerator' we knew we were soon in for it. She's been making up for what she couldn't say then ever since. Hang on, folks. The world according to Ari is exciting and hilarious. I will attempt to do it justice through this blog...