{"id":3360,"date":"2009-02-02T09:58:32","date_gmt":"2009-02-02T17:58:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/entries\/seths-words-and-a-note-to-mema-from-seth\/"},"modified":"2009-02-02T09:58:32","modified_gmt":"2009-02-02T17:58:32","slug":"seths-words-and-a-note-to-mema-from-seth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2009\/02\/seths-words-and-a-note-to-mema-from-seth\/","title":{"rendered":"Seth&#8217;s Words and A note to Mema from Seth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Some of Seth&#8217;s words from the past month or so:<br \/>\n&#8220;Mama, if the sun goes down under our dirt, it&#8217;ll explode our trees!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m not wasting time, Mama, I&#8217;m eating time!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;re blinking with fireworks!&#8221; &#8220;Hey, I see lightning in there!&#8221; &#8220;The fire keeps burning under the ground!&#8221; (Comments he shouted during Peter&#8217;s fireworks display in GA at the end of last year.)<\/p>\n<p>Seth saw a picture of an unborn baby and told me, &#8220;Look! it&#8217;s a mommy sitting by the fire!&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m going to draw America. Now I&#8217;m going to draw Blue Ridge. See, it is blue. I&#8217;m drawing the blue. And some sparkles on the ocean.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I had shown the boys pictures of when I was in Russia with my family quite a few weeks ago and recently Seth asked me, &#8220;Mama, where&#8217;s the sea that got black?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve recently enjoyed playing Pandora radio stations. Seth asked me the other day &#8220;Mama, what&#8217;s that song called? Is it called &#8216;I Don&#8217;t Know&#8217;?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a note Seth dictated for me to write in a card he drew for Mema:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Dear Mema,<\/p>\n<p>This card is for you and the card has letters in there for you, and our trash barrels are empty. And you have to fly over. And the cards have to be loaded with letters. And Jerome&#8217;s doing his math and Mommy is writing to your letters and your letters are going to be like C. And Raven is sitting out in our yard. And on front of the card is the ocean and on the back of the card is the ocean too. And there&#8217;s the dirt under the sea. And the flowers are dying. And Jerome is doing his math and Audrey is playing outside but she&#8217;s going inside because it&#8217;s boring outside for her, and Mommy is writing down this. And the teapot is going to get ready for it to make tea and the tea cups are staying inside. And the yogurt is going to be ready to be eaten. And Raven is staying inside and she&#8217;s lying down. And anything more. And I love her and miss her.<\/p>\n<p>Love, Seth&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And some photos of the boys from January:<\/p>\n<p><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5746-1.JPG\" title=\" Peter called me from work in Westlake to go outside and see the X in the sky. Soon after this photo the clouds blew away and it was two bright white contrails crossing inthe sky. And then they blew away and it was a clear sky.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5746-1.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" Peter called me from work in Westlake to go outside and see the X in the sky. Soon after this photo the clouds blew away and it was two bright white contrails crossing inthe sky. And then they blew away and it was a clear sky.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5748ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Jerome cautiously feeling the rain.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5748ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Jerome cautiously feeling the rain.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5751ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Seth squirting his spray bottle into the rain!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5751ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Seth squirting his spray bottle into the rain!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5752ps-1.jpg\" title=\" evening light\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5752ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" evening light\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5753ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Misty\u2019s roses\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5753ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Misty\u2019s roses\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5757ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Ian playing on the Jones\u2019 slide.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5757ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Ian playing on the Jones\u2019 slide.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5759ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Ian\u2019s never far from Seth.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5759ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Ian\u2019s never far from Seth.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5761ps-1.jpg\" title=\" our Seth\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5761ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" our Seth\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6169ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Ian is that muddy because of big brother. They had a mostly glorious time in the mud hole.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6169ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Ian is that muddy because of big brother. They had a mostly glorious time in the mud hole.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6174ps-1.jpg\" title=\" I can just hear Ian screaming at Seth for doing that to him. :-)\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6174ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" I can just hear Ian screaming at Seth for doing that to him. :-)\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6177ps-1.jpg\" title=\" maybe he\u2019ll try it himself.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6177ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" maybe he\u2019ll try it himself.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[jansethwords]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6179ps-1.jpg\" title=\" muddy Ian\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_6179ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" muddy Ian\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some of Seth&#8217;s words from the past month or so: &#8220;Mama, if the sun goes down under our dirt, it&#8217;ll explode our trees!&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;m not wasting time, Mama, I&#8217;m eating time!&#8221; &#8220;We&#8217;re blinking with fireworks!&#8221; &#8220;Hey, I see lightning in there!&#8221; &#8220;The fire keeps burning under the ground!&#8221; (Comments he shouted during Peter&#8217;s fireworks display [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3360"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3360"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3360\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3360"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3360"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3360"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}