Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Boys play Destroying and CRUNCHING toy soldiers
Wren: Those are my guys.
Frost: No, none of them are your guys but you can play with them.
Wren: Vroom. Here comes my army helicopter.
Frost: Here is MArio, he is going to knock them over.
Wren: Can my helicopter help?
Frost: Help knock them over or help the guys?
Wren: Are you going to STROY the TANKS?
Wren: See, I put them here and kaboom, boom, and are we going to story. Oh, see, he's not standing up.
Frost: Hmm mmmm mm (singing). Agh.
Wren: [watching] Why did he get dead? [indicating soldier who has fallen down]
Frost: Because he doesn't have a leg. [the soldier one that came from the thrift store broken]
Wren: Ah, Mario fall down.
Frost: It doesn't matter. Come on Wren, lets go. Lets get this party started. That means lets… well, I don't know what it means, it doesn't matter. It only matters HOW AWESOME YOU ARE. Mum, Mario is possessed by an evil spirit. Look, what is making him move.
A small remote controller mario kart is jerking along the floor every few seconds.
Wren: Maybe the button is on?
Me: No, he just jolts when the power is on even if you aren't driving him.
Wren: I'll hold him.
Frost: Oh, the giant is coming to our rescue. Will you destroy them or help them? Come on Wren, I need Mario. Okay, come and help.
Wren: I will watch you, I am an expert. Boom, bang.
Frost: That tank SPLODED.
Wren: Now, that tank is broken into pieces. RUN, BUUM.
Frost: RARAG DJI DJI DJI OK WRen, set up the guys again. I want them setup by the time I get back. [Frost goes to pee]
Wren sings to himself and the guys:
Wren: Hes an expert. hes an expert. he loves to crunch guys over. he loves to crunch guys over so many of them are violent because Frost says knock them over.
Wren: No, I am not ready to crunch and boom them. I am making them.
Frost: Ok, tell me when you are ready.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Frost: Wren, shut up. SHUT UP.
Me: Frost, don't talk to your brother like that.
Wren: QUIET GONE, I Need QUIET GONE drawing.
Frost: What does that mean?
Wren: That means you go quiet and far away in our house so I am drawing.
[Frost leans closer, right next to Wren's sketch book]
Wren: GO AWAY.
[Frost covers himself in a blanket very close.]
I tell Frost to move to the other side of the table.
Wren sings to himself while drawing and sings. He talks all the time. [this can be irritating to me too]
Wren: Da ad ad ad ad Do. In a different house a baby is sad because he has no father or dad or grandpa or anything. They got died. I don't have any fathers because they died a lot of turns. I am drawing a house of them. They are in a family house. A ghost comes into the house and he is very friendly. And the boy says that his father died and the ghost says my father died too.
FROST BONKS HIS HEAD LOUDLY ON THE TABLE.
Frost: Shut up. WREN.
Wren: That wasn't good. That hurts my feelings.
Me: Frost, please listen to Wren. You hurt his feelings. If you can't be polite to Wren you can leave the room.
Wren: Frost, you are RUDE. I told you. Echotie. You are RUDE.
Frost [laughing] What does echotie mean?
Wren: It means you are rude.
Wren: No, only I SAY ECHOTIE.
Me: Wren, Frost can use words he wants.
Wren: NO ONLY I SAY ECHOTIE!!!!
Frost [muttering under blanket] echotie, echotie, echotie
WREN: NO NO NO ARGH [violent gesture] ONLY I SAY ECHOTIE
Frost has his face to the table wrapped in a blanket.
He mutters: [you are echotie]
Wren: BAD FROST!!!!!
Wren: Could I have breakfast Mom?
Frost has his face on the table under the blanket he is making a snuffle noise.
Wren: Frost, go away because you are IRRITATING ME.
As you can see, Frost is the instigator in this case.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Wren starts each drawing with loud complaint. “I don’t know HOW TO DRAW A…” bulldozer, crane, D&D, guy or something else. He yells this a few times and sometimes throws away a first attempt. However, do not be fooled into offering help. He will accept a picture in a book – then he looks at it and draws something utterly dissimilar – but more commonly he just complains to overcome his drawers block facing the open page and will yell at you even more if you try and help, express encouragement or praise.
Once the first shape is drawn there is a critical pause.
If the first shape meets some obtuse internal criteria then he continues. If not, he crumples that up and yells or cries and starts again.
If left alone he usually complains but continues.
Continuing, the narrative begins on a theme: “I am drawing a rocket. This is the engine. It is a big rocket. It is a space ship in space. It is fire coming out. It is ‘rupting. It has a guy. This is me. I am a guy. ....” then there is silence with some muttering and concentration.
Sometimes he asks me questions like “what does he need now?” I suggest he needs a planet. Frost generally suggests strange things. One of Wren’s recent drawings of D&D guys and a house includes a generous sprinkling of “black Pokeballs” which I blame on Frost without any real reason other than doubting Wren thought up black Pokeballs on his own. Its just unlikely.
Sometimes I get my sketch book and draw Wren drawing. I am not feeling very creative so I am just drawing what I see. Unlike Wren my imaginative renderings are poor and dull. However, I have hopes for some kind of derivative portraiture and must remember to ask Bill and Judy to cut the ply for me before they FINISH THIS WEEK!!!!
Yes, you heard right! The bathroom will be done this week.
The one below is one of my favorites. Wren says it is a robot wearing a coat. Mentally, I have been calling this drawing the hairy man. Whenever I look at it I have the sense of meeting a yeti. Its like a worst case scenario for needing waxing but I am relieved it is only a robot wearing a coat. Not so scary at all.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
The boys wait for the dog to return with the ball. At this point they remain hopeful that it will drop it at their feet.