A Question for Ms. Manners

I'm hoping some of you blog lurkers will reveal yourselves with this post because I'm looking for advice:

How do you feel about a young person (ages 4 and up) calling an adult by their first name?  Would you prefer that he/she call you Mr. or Mrs. (last name here)?

When we're in certain situations, I often say to Nathan "say hello to _____" and I've often used the person's first name.  I think it's important that he learns to acknowledge/greet people, particularly since he's a Pastor's Kid and will inevitably know 200+ people (or, rather, they'll know him!). 

What do you think?  Is it appropriate for a child to call an adult by their first name?  I think I'd prefer him to say "Mr./Mrs." but in the few instance I've tried to teach my child this, the adult has responded "Oh call me (first name here)."  Huh. 

Seven Red Things

I was tagged by Jen at Just Another Day in the Lives of....

Rules (I'm breaking both):

*Post photos of seven red things in your home (I cheated a little).

*Tag seven people to do the same (don't know seven bloggers...sigh).

Love my mini KitchenAid chopper. 

Living room pillows that are only 1 year old

and starting to show wear.  Thanks Target!

 

Boys Toys.

 

Kitchen towels.  Cookies added not for effect,

but to satisfy my Sunday chocolate craving.

 

The spray can said "Chinese red."  It just sounded exotic. 

The table turned out better than I had hoped.

 

Man toy.

No joke, parked in front of our house this very morning.

 

Cherry notes on the frig. 

They're almost too pretty to use.

So if you feel inclined to join in, add a link to your "Seven Red Things" in a comment below.

Children's Books, Editorial #1

Exhibit A:

One of Nate's favorite books.

Published in 1982 but adapted from the Curious George film series (1960s??)

Exhibit B: 

Page 9 -- do you see what I see?

It took me a couple weeks to spot it.

I guess I was too busy reading the story to notice the illustration.

As an aside -- I know he's cute and all and the illustrations are charming (not counting the smoking hippy above), but seriously, Curious George is a troublemaker.  And isn't the Man in Yellow just a little strange?  Why does he wear those tall boots? 

50s Friday

I've been slackin' on my 50s Friday posts.  I can't even remember if I posted this image or not and I'm too lazy to look back at my last 100+ posts so here you go -- this isn't an ad but a photo that accompanied an article about "modern" kitchens.  I could cry over the fact that there's a dishwasher in this pic.  Lee has promised me that someday soon we'll live in a house with a dishwasher.  Oh to dream!

Bath Time -- A Retrospective

I must really like you people to share this photo.  I had only been a mom for 5 days and clearly hadn't showered, I'm wearing pajama bottoms, and those are some nice brown roots on my head.  Picnik.com is a great photo-editing website but it doesn't work miracles people.  Let's focus on Nate -- look at how little he is!  Such tiny arms.

 

I think Nate looks like a little doll in this pictures.  So round and yummy.   Yes, the wash cloth is strategically place to offer him so privacy.  And there's good ole rubber ducky, a favorite to this day.

 

As much as I love that Nate is finally getting hair, I really liked this stage.  It looked kinda buzzed and cute.

Crazy hair Nate, photo taken during tonight's bath.  He totally hammed it up for the camera.  You can see 2 of the 3 teeth that are coming in right now.

My New (Web) Love Affair

Having too much fun with my new subscription to Picnik.com.  Here's a little taste of what I've come up with -- basic stuff, as I'm still trying to figure out how all of the features work.  If I was really into scrapbooking, I'd be glued to this website.

 

Rat-A-Tat-Tat

Today was the first session of our "Village Music Circle" held at the city rec center.  This is Nate's and mine first taste of anything involving other kids and mommies.  I was looking forward to it and tried to hype it up during our little morning talk over breakfast.  "Are you ready to go sing some songs?" I'd ask him enthusiastically and he'd reply "yes" although he didn't have a clue what I was talking about.  The class is only 45 minutes long and -- aren't we lucky -- is held at the rec center up the street from our house.  We drove for this first session so we wouldn't be late (and make a bad impression) but from here on we'll walk over there.  I was curious to see how the other mommies would look -- casual, grungy, makeup, no makeup??  Of course, they were all adorable -- one was even wearing a beautiful turquoise necklace (seriously, jewelry???)  Anyway, we found our way to Room 6 and I've barely stepped inside when Nate starts to cry.  Hard.  And he doesn't stop.  We sit down in the circle and the kid is clinging to me for dear life.  Our circle is composed of only 10 participants so it's not too busy but it was apparently overwhelming for my little man (he was the only one crying).  Miss Beth had drum music playing and everybody was beating a drum -- that might have been a bit much for Nate.  All of the other mothers shot me looks that said "I understand" and "I've been there" so it wasn't uncomfortable but I just felt bad that Nate wasn't having a good time.  After playing with drums, we sang a song and greeted everyone by name.  Jennifer and Michael are clearly not popular names anymore, judging by this group (Cody, Nico, Emma, Samantha, Bella, Brady, Russell, Kate ).  We walked in a circle waving colorful scarves then played with other instruments.  45 minutes goes by very fast!  By the end, Nate had stopped crying and wasn't as clingy but he wasn't very interested in the music and wanted to play with everyone's shoes (eww).  So we'll go back next week and see what happens....

Pinocchio

Look Gepetto!  I'm a real boy!!

Captain Underpants

It's hard to conduct serious pastoral business on your cell phone when your son is running around the living room waving a pair of your dirty underwear he snagged from your clothes hamper.