Tuesday, April 19, 2011

My kids are here...

And all is well.  I love my kids.  They are so different and both so very fun.

The whole way home my daughter had this Star Wars ship, pretending it was some video game controller and the game was to blow EVERYTHING up.  So, she's make laser noises and then inform me that the car in front of me was blown up, so I could go.  Meanwhile, my son is discussing with me (or attempting to) H. G. Well's The Time Machine.  She's 8 going on 4 and he's 11 going on 30.

When we got home, my son started working on homework.  He had math and spelling and stuff, but the big thing is this big project his class is working on. They each had to pick a country in the world and then research it.  They have a paper due, a poster, and several other things, including a "country in a box" which is just a decorated box filled with things either from or representing that country.

My son chose the UK.  Which is just awesome, since I am a rather pathological anglo-phile.  Not sure why, I just always have been.  Even in high school, almost the only music I would listen to were various British imports, from the Beatles to Clapton and the Kinks. 

And, of course, since I am now Anglo-Catholic in religion, I get it all even more deeply. 

So, we sat down and talked through a lot of stuff tonight.  He's just starting the project and was really just making a list of what he needs to research.  He's mainly using encyclopedias, so I basically helped him put together a massive list of people and places and things to look up.  That was fun.  When he presents this he has to do an oral presentation, in costume, and bring some typical food item to share.  He's has already asked me to make some scones, and help him brew up a nice pot of English tea.  This was fun.

So, a good night of bonding with my kids.  It's nice to feel like a father again.


  1. Sweet. . .

    It ain't ideal, of course, but you're starting to see that it doesn't have to be pathologically bad, either. . .

    Funny - I share the whole 'accidental Anglophile' thing with you. My love for the Beatles is sorta legendary in my corner of blog-space; and Clapton, certainly. Also the Who and the Moody Blues (and if you've ever heard of Laurence Juber - or even if you haven't - he's one of the very best fingerstyle acoustic guitarists in the world; if you want to include Aussies, add Tommy Emmanuel to that list). And even my favorite authors are heavily English - CS Lewis, GK Chesterton, John Henry Newman; heck, even Os Guiness. . .

  2. Greetings, fellow Anglophile! (my hubby's a Brit; actually a CORNISHMAN which is definitely hardcore ;-)
    The funniest thing was when we went across to meet his family & they all wanted to hear my Texas twang...

  3. That sounds like a wonderful time, I'm so glad you got to share it with them- and with us! I can't claim to be a true anglophile, but there's definitely a draw. Helps having an English sister-in-law, I guess, too