Monday, September 20, 2010

One Time, at Band Camp


Early on Saturday morning (i.e., prior to 8am) I took Jack to watch the University of Michigan marching band rehearse for their half-time show at the upcoming football game. Jack had attended one previous session, with Kelly and Grammy, and thoroughly enjoyed it, especially the drummers.

In addition to hearing a variety of Lady Gaga songs turned into melodical instrumentals, Jack got a special treat - one of the band members let him hold a trumpet, prior to packing it away.

I've always felt that touching a trumpet is, like losing a tooth and getting a dog, one of life's major milestones.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A Day at the Races




A couple of weeks ago, Kelly, Jack and I took a trip down to Richmond, Virginia, to see our good friends Aughie and Colleen (see an earlier posting on Jack’s nocturnal activities). Jack fared very well on the 12-hour drive, rarely crying or asking for something (“outside!”) that was unrealistic.

He had the…um…opportunity to see the sights of small-town America, as we passed through the provinces of West Virginia, Maryland, and Virginia, images that I am sure will propel him to relocate to New York or Los Angeles when cash-sufficient.

It took relatively little time for Jack to warm up to our hosts; the morning after arriving, we went for a walk around a local park (in heat that reminded me immediately of summertime soccer games in Arlington).

Jack made sure to help Aughie cross the road leading to the fields, then showed him how to race horses (all the while, probably clicking his tongue and flapping his arms in an exaggerated impression of how horses are ridden). As usual, Jack won the race, and so dismounted first.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I See The Moon

On Saturday, we drove 12 hours to visit with our good friends Aughie and Colleen in Richmond, VA. Jack took to them, and their dog, very well - helping Collen make pancakes and holding Aughie's hand to cross the road. As for the dog...she got plenty of kisses from Jack.

All was going well until 2:15am on Monday, when Jack woke from his sleep and wanted to "hang out". Here's how the rest of the night played out:

2:30am - Jack moves into daddy's bed, seeking to see how hard he can jump on daddy.
3:30am - We move to the sun room couch, where Jack can't decide at which end to sleep.
4:30am - Jack wants daddy to sleep on the floor.
4:31am - Jack wants to sleep on the floor, while daddy is asked to "mmmmmmoooooooovvve".
5:30am - Colleen takes the dog for a quick walk - Jack kisses the dog goodbye.
5:35am - Jack crawls in bed with Colleen and together they watch Elmo - with big brothers and sisters and all sorts of babies (including animal babies) - until Jack wanders off. Colleen goes back to sleep.
6am - Daddy puts Jack in the car and drives the "Richmond Loop" (Staples Mill Road to I-64, to Parham Road, to Staples Mill) approximately 5 times, with a stop at the Hardees' drive through for a diet coke at 7am. Jack sleeps for 1 hour.
8:15am - Daddy returns home and Jack tucks in to freshly-cooked breakfast, seemingly unaware of the events of the past 6 hours. It's a good life.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

World Traveler


Jack received his British passport today, making him 2-for-2 in obtaining passports. He can now use his U.S one when departing from Detroit, and his British one upon arriving at Manchester. As such, he is officially a citizen of both countries.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Cleaning Up

Within the last few months, Jack has become very interested in cleaning things. He is a huge helper around the house (and I'm not being sarcastic) as he enjoys using the Swiffer to pick up dog hair, dusting the things low enough to reach, helping me collect garbage for trash day, etc. He also loves to pick up his toys and put them away in a relatively organized fashion. I suspect this behavior won't last forever, so we catch these little moments (on film) when we can.

The video below was taken at the Ann Arbor Hands-On Museum, where we have a family membership (well worth it, even for a kid this age). Mick's mum took Jack to play a few times during her visit and she was amused watching him diligently work a spray bottle and sponge to clean not only a rock (I think the purpose was to polish a Petoskey stone to see all of the fossilization) but also to clean everything around it, including the carpet. Of course, she didn't have her camera the day Jack was really into it (and was the only kid there) but she did have her camera yesterday, meaning she was able to capture it. Unfortunately, there were more kids yesterday so Jack didn't get into it as much as he did the first time, but you still get the picture. Note that when he's bending down out of camera view he is washing the carpet.


Monday, August 23, 2010

It's Official!

As of last Thursday, Mick officially became an American citizen (well, technically he shares dual citizenship between America & Great Britain).

We attended the ceremony at the federal courthouse in Detroit and were fortunate enough to have Mick's mum, Julie, attend with us along with my parents (who drove 4.5 hours from Boyne Highlands on Wednesday afternoon to Ann Arbor, then drove an hour to Detroit on Thursday morning (early!), and then turned around and drove four hours back up north to Mesick to meet Andy & Sarah and kids at a campground).

93 people were sworn in along with Mick, which apparently was one of the largest groups they'd had. We listened to the presiding judge's personal story about her family's immigration to the U.S. She is a Lebanese-American and the first one in her family to read and write English. She drove home how important it is for all new citizens to learn to speak English as she noted that was the one thing that would help people assimilate quickly. However, she also reinforced how special everyone's different backgrounds and cultures are and encouraged everyone to share their culture, their food, their customs with neighbors, friends, and children. I was pleased to hear her drive this point home as I think all of our "differentness" (not a word, I know) is what makes America so special. She acknowledged that this was probably a hard ceremony for some to go through, as it meant renouncing allegiance to other countries. I noticed some tears, particularly from the older candidates in the group.

Once the judge was done speaking, she had the candidates stand and take the oath of naturalization (provided in its entirety below). Then we all applauded (one of Jack's favorite parts) and then we all sat quietly while the new citizens were called up one by one to receive their certificate of citizenship. I was impressed by the judge's clerk, who managed to read about 92 muti-syllabic names, many with seeminly no vowels. I didn't envy her job. She did this very gracefully though. We all had to laugh a bit when she finally got to read out "Michael John Collins" which, frankly, couldn't have sounded more American.

Mick then signed the certificate and we went to celebrate with some pretzels and diet coke (seriously - we bought them in the courthouse cafe).

He had to turn in his greencard (which, frankly, pained me a bit as we worked so long and hard to get that darn thing) and has already applied for an expedited American passport, as that will now be the only way he can easily get in and out of the country.

It was a really special experience... but one I'm glad we won't have to do again any time soon! Pictures from our big day are below:

Pre-ceremony excitement



The all-American family


Oath of Allegiance:
"I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state or sovereignty, of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen;

that I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic;

that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same;

that I will bear arms on behalf of the United States when required by the law;

that I will perform noncombatant service in the armed forces of the United States when required by the law;

that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the law;

and that I take this obligation freely without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion;

so help me God."

2 Old

I should have put this in Jack's birthday post, but I forgot (and since have remembered numerous times, hence this slightly random posting):

Prior to Jack's birthday, whenever we asked how old he was - or now, when we ask how old he is - he leaves out the "years" and simply replies "two old."

It kills me. It's funny, but it's also sweet... I just want to scoop him up and hug him and say "yes, my love, you are TOO old!"