Naso uses the term, “work for money” a lot. That is probably because my kids “work” every day. I am a big believer in work. There are only a few things that they get paid for. But “working for money” is his favorite thing to do and when he realized he would need to buy his sister a gift with his own money, he was anxious to do it.
And he is my best worker. He doesn’t love to start it, but he can really get into it. About 5 minutes after the work starts and there has been a little complaining, he can be overheard saying things like, . . .
when we work together, we get done fast!
families work. that’s what they do. they work.
look at all of us working together.
When we had the opportunity to see Santa, I asked Naso if he’d like to do that. He said, Yes, I have never done that before. I told him that we actually have a photo of him sitting on Santa’s lap before he came to us. He said, What?! No! That was Father Christmas!
Santa: What would you like for Christmas?
Naso: I think you are the fake Santa. Will you tell the real Santa what I want?
Santa: Yes, of course.
Naso: I want one of those things you shoot (playing charades desperately). It has a thing and you pull it back and then a long thing with a tip on it that shoots people. But I don’t want a real one. I just want a fake one. I don’t want to hurt anybody.
Me (interjecting): A Bow and Arrow?
Naso: Yes!!!!! A fake bow and arrow. Your beard is not real.
Overheard at 8:55am one morning last week . . .
Mom, Mom! I need my scar!
Yes. It is very cold out and I can’t leave without my scar.
Hmmm, are you talking about Harry Potter?
Tell me what your scar looks like.
It is so cute. It has little fishies and lots of colors and you wrap it around here (motioning to his neck) and it keeps me warm. I can’t go without it.
Oh! I think you are talking about your scarf.
Yes! My scar!
The Sironka Massai Dance troupe, from Kenya, came to our school for a performance a couple of weeks ago.
After they lined up, Naso watched them intently. “Mom, where are all of the brown people?” he said as he scanned the crowd. I told him I was pretty sure they were all up front.
Some seriously high jumping going on.
Kenyan: Does anyone here speak Swahili?
Naso: Do I speak Swahili?
Me: You speak English.
Naso: Cool! What does English Sound like?
Later, . . . . .
Naso: What language is that guy speaking?
Naso: Ooooh, can you tell me what he’s saying?
Oh, Naso . . . . . .
These guys were seriously cool. It made me miss South Africa, terribly.
When I motioned and told them Naso was from South Africa, they were so excited. They touched him all over, inspected his nose and ears and mouth and touched him. I think it was the first time someone has gotten too close to Naso’s bubble. Usually he is the one hugging, kissing and touching all over.
We have had a tradition in the past to take a walk as a family on Sundays. We haven’t done it in a long time, but I was anxious to get out in the fresh air before it got dark. As you can see, some members of our family are happy about this and some not so much . . . .
It did us all some good. Although it was a short walk, by the time we were headed back to the car, there was more of a spring in everyone’s step. And Naso always needs to expend a little energy after church. I love that he skips and “flys” everywhere.
After Thanksgiving we rushed home to decorate for Christmas. This was a first for Naso. We have had a pre-lit tree for several years. I was tempted to get a fresh one this year because every year we put ours up, more lights go out, which kind of defeats the purpose of a pre-lit tree. So, after debating a little and feeling the need to be frugal,we decided to use our fading pre-lit tree. But, I was determined not to deal with a lighting problem this year, so a trip to Costco, some wire cutters, and 6 bodies . . . . .
and four hours later . . . voila! A tree to be proud of. We don’t make our kids dig holes, but they know how to strip a pre-lit tree!