Ivan loves reading the “Go Cubs” that is scrolls on the marquis of our local Pace Buses.

He rediscovered that his dad had bought him a cubs hat this weekend and wore it proudly.

There’s a steep set of stairs to their front door, so they ran a PVC tube out the window.

Ring the bell and a butterfinger candy bar will come sliding down through the tube into your bag.
SO MUCH JOY!

I also learned Ivan loves butterfingers. This Halloween he was all smiles telling me he was going to eat his second butterfinger.
You already had one? I asked looking at his bag of candy.
Yeah, Ezri gave me one when I was a chomper plant.
That was his costume last Halloween. He remembered that first butterfinger candy for a year. He was so excited to get several trick or treating. He’s eaten two so far this Halloween season and finds they live up to the memory.

Ezri was invited to her friend Josie’s birthday party at the LEGO Discovery Center, so the whole family went for fun.

Everything is AWESOME

Which one is the REAL Batman?

Inspired by LEGO visit, Ivan designs his own LEGO marble maze.

Ezri can now get herself up into this Maple Tree on the Puffer playground. She is very proud. Carved high in the tree she and Justin discovered the f-word. They brainstormed ways to cover it, but found it could not be scratched off with a stick. They discussed a plan to bring duct tape to cover it later. You can see it up there in the photo if you look closely.

Ivan watched from below and asked Ezri about it when she came down. She told him they’d found the f-word but wouldn’t tell him what it was because “it’s a bad word, Ivan.”

He turned to me, “I bet it’s foot face.”
I said, “No. That’s not the f-word they are talking about.”
He asked Ezri where it was and she pointed into the branches and ran off.
Ivan squinted up, “f-uhh-k. It’s FUCK! FUCK!” Turning to me, “Is the f-word Fuck?”
I said, “Yes and it’s a very rude word and people will think you are being mean or rude when you say it.”
Ivan, “Fuck. . . fuck. Can I tell Ezri I know the f-word?”
I told him he could tell his sister he had this knowledge but there would be consequences for repeating the f-word and it was a word to be used almost never and only when you think it is okay to be rude.