Tuesday, October 24, 2006
7th Birthday: Armor in the Armoire...
Elijah posed in front of several for us (some in "combat pose", others in "Harry Potter Wizard Chess Set" pose), and they are featured here. The sign at the bottom notes that you could even walk away with one of these beauties if you have the cash to support your desire.
7th Birthday: "I'll Take 'Medieval Torture' for $300, Alex!"
7th Birthday: A "Marlavous" Lady!
From this point, we stopped by the reservation offices, met the ladies who take the reservations and then moved on into the "castle proper". I have to note at this point that throughout the tour, Marla was, actually, absolutely "marlavous" (yes, you may need to go back and reread that :- ): She pulled no punch, pulled out every stop, and showed us the complete in's and out's of the MT workings. By the end of our time with her, we had been so thoroughly treated, so expertly and excellently cared for, and felt so valued that we were simply dumbfounded by the overall experience.
Elijah loved her as well, and has talked about her for the past several days. Pictured below, you can see that the two of them were "buds" by the end of our time, walking down the hallways hand-in-hand as she pointed out each detail and underworking of everything that MT does.
7th Birthday: Castle On the Horizon
7th Birthday: On Our Way!
Before we left, we brought him into the Atrium and told him that we had arranged for him to have a backstage tour of the facility with the potential to meet some of the knights and people who make it possible, and that we would then return for the tournament and dinner afterward.
Elijah has never been to MT, but has seen it from the freeway a number of times, and has consistently asked when it would be possible to visit some day. Little did we know what was in store for us! Read on!
7th Birthday: Something Special!!!
If you know me, you know that I’m a huge student of Feudal and martial cultures, so the “Knightly” metaphor translates easily anyway. However, there are a couple of things that serve as “practical” applications that we have begun to engage:
Monday, October 16, 2006
Prince and Princess of Paper
When they emerged, Elijah had manufactured from the ingredients mentioned above a full crown (complete with markered jewels and Celtic designs) and scepter for each of them. They weren't sure if they were representative of "Narnia", or just their general feeling of being the King and Queen of the Land of Magruderdom, but either way, they were all smiles and we, their parents, were only too happy to be their humble servants... at least until bedtime.
Rite of Passage...
He took to it instantly (i'm sure he'll grow up to be a sailor some day... avast!!!), and within a couple of minutes, had it down perfectly! Way to go, Elijah!
Notice how gracious Sami was for "chopping" off my lovely new forehead marking in the last picture below. Thanks, Beauty!!!
Why I Hate My Dog!
When we finally tracked down the "culprit", we figured that Mina (our completely worthless Dachshund) must have rubbed against some Poison Ivy (Sami scouted earlier this summer and uprooted all that she could find) and then promptly come inside and "nested" on some of my clothes - which she likes to do. I then inadvertently put said clothes on, and as nearly as i can tell (and based on the online research that we did) rubbed against the plant oil in the process.
I tried to cover the nify "Mikhail Gorbachev" imitation for a couple of days with my Chicago White Sox hat, only to find that it rubbed the Ivy raw, thus causing a lovely secondary infection, which i have been treating with Neosporin. To date, most of the conversations i've had with people at work or in various places has begun with, "Dude... what did you do to your head?", and consisted of frequently wandering stares to my forehead, which i pretend not to notice.