3 posts tagged “tibbles”
Tibble Wednesday was going swimmingly, despite the fact that our plans to go the park were ruined by rain. The Tibbles spent the day making tambourines, playing in the aforementioned rain, drying their clothes, getting punk rock hair, and forming a punk rock band to go with the hair. Cade was the guitarist, Nolie the drummer, Liam was the dancer and I got to be lead singer since I know all the words to all the songs, according to Cade.
Things really were great we ate lunch, had some quite time watching Casper the Friendly ghost, and watched what Nolie had dubbed the cool dude video 1938 times:
Because I couldn't watch the cool dude video one more time we went trolling out to YouTube and watched:
WRONG.
Poor Liam started to cry, and covered his eyes for about five minutes, Nolie started to cry, and Cade laughed like a maniac, begging to see it again. The two teeniest Tibbles were so traumatized that as I was trying to comfort them, I didn't think to close the page, and the ghoul jumped out of the picture again causing more laughter from Cade and more trauma to the teeny ones.
Aye Carumba! I felt so guilty that I spent the next 30 minutes letting them look at Cute Overload hoping to paint over any scary memories.
There we were in the middle of Aunt Jodi's Afternoon Dance Party (not be confused with Aunt Jodi's Early-Morning Dance Party). Nolan was happily pogoing to the Violent Femmes' cover of "Eep Opp Ork Ah Ah" and proclaiming how even though he was sweaty he was going to continue dancing. Liam requested "Batman" and after a rousing rendition of the theme song as covered by Paul Westerberg, he started to demand the sad song.
Since I had no idea what in the heck he was talking about, I started rifling through my iTunes randomly picking slow, sad songs. He didn't want any of my Ben Folds, none of my Dolorean, and by this time Nolan too had started to join in on the demands for the sad song.
"You know," Nolan said. "Where he cries."
The lightbulb went off. Of course. They wanted to hear Johnny Cash's cover of "Hurt."
The song starts and the two tiny Tibbles huddle up near the computer's speakers. Liam, who is not quite 3, is offering a running commentary on the lyrics.
"Him sad," Liam says. "Him hurt himself today."
"I like boys," Nolan says. "I like Johnny Cash." (I am pretty sure this is in reference to my attempt at choosing Joni Mitchell as the sad song)
"Him sad," Liam says. "Why is him sad?"
"Because he is old and has regrets," I say.
"Where did him friends go?" Liam asks, his face a mask of concern.
"They went away in the end," I say.
"That's so sad," he says.
This afternoon I got a chance to hang out with my three favorite Tibbles. I entertained them with a bag of Starburst Jellybeans, my camera, and my ability to answer every "Why?" they asked. The Tibbles are easily my favorite photographic subject, especially because without any prompting you get something like this:
