2021 Reading

 

2021 Reading

January

Basket Case (Carl Hiaasen)

Watership Down (Richard Adams)

The Eyes of the Heart (Frederik Buechner)

Odyssey Book 5 (Homer) in Greek

L’Appart (David Leibowitz)

Plan B (Jonathan Tropper)

Argonautica (Apollonius) in English

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Shakespeare)

How (Not) to be Secular (James K.A. Smith)

My Year with Eleanor (Noelle Hancock)

The Wife Between Us (Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen)

La Chute (Albert Camus) in French

Christ, the Heart of Creation (Rowan Williams)

Odyssey, Book 6 (Homer) in Greek

Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

Nature Girl (Carl Hiaasen)

War on Peace (Ronan Farrow)

A Promised Land (Barack Obama)

February

Odyssey Book 7 (Homer) in Greek

This is Going to Hurt (Adam Kay)

You Are Not Alone (Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen)

Metamorphoses Book 3 (Ovid) in Latin

Of Mice and Men (John Steinbeck)

Infinite Jest (David Foster Wallace)

The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller)

The Silence of the Lambs (Thomas Harris)

Native Tongue (Carl Hiaasen)

Rage (Bob Woodward)

The God Problem (Robert Wuthnow)

The Hobbit (J.R.R. Tolkein)

Troilus and Cressida (Shakespeare)

Lord of the Flies (William Golding)

 

March

No Longer Strangers (Greg Coles)

Le Jeu de l’Amour et du Hasard (Pierre de Marivaux) in French

Odyssey Book 8 (Homer) in Greek

The Idea of the Holy (Rudolf Otto)

Daddy-Long-Legs (Jean Webster)

Villages (John Updike)

Barchester Towers (Anthony Trollope)

Preface to Plato (Eric Havelock)

Wine Girl (Victoria James)

Icebound (Andrea Pitzer)

East of Eden (John Steinbeck)

The Case Against Education (Bryan Caplan)

The Jedi Doth Return (Ian Doescher)

The Ditch (Hermann Koch)

Everyday Drinking (Kingsley Amis)

The Deep Dark Descending (Allen Eskens)

The Finish (Mark Bowden)

Eiger Dreams (Jon Krakauer)

Lethal Passage (Erik Larson)

Moo (Jane Smiley)

Surprised by Scripture (N.T. Wright)

 

April

The Well Trained Mind (Susan Wise Bauer)

Counterpoint (Philip Kennicott)

The Moth and the Mountain (Ed Caesar)

Something Happened (Joseph Heller)

Three Cups of Deceit (Jon Krakauer)

Shameless (Nadia Bolz-Webber)

Odyssey Book 9 (Homer) in Greek

Metamorphoses Book 4 (Ovid) in Latin

One by One (Ruth Ware)

Squeeze Me (Carl Hiaasen)

K2, the Savage Mountain (Charles Snead Houston and Robert Bates)

The Language Instinct (Steven Pinker)

The Witches of Eastwick (John Updike)

Living with a Dead Language (Ann Patty)

The Alphabet of Grace (Buechner)

Sick Puppy (Carl Hiaasen)

The Great Gilly Hopkins (Katherine Paterson)

Classic Krakauer (Jon Krakauer)

What Einstein Told His Cook (Robert Wolke)

The Bonfire of the Vanities (Tom Wolfe)

Invictus (John Carlin)

Bridge to Terabithia (Katherine Paterson)

 

May

The Wednesday Wars (Gary D. Schmidt)

Natural Born Heroes (Christopher McDougall)

Now and Then (Joseph Heller)

No Fond Return of Love (Barbara Pym)

Troubled Blood (Robert Galbraith)

Music in the Castle of Heaven (John Eliot Gardiner)

Under a Flaming Sky (Daniel Brown)

Peak (Anders Ericsson and Robert Pool)

The Master of Disguise (Tony Mendez)

Catch-22 (Joseph Heller)

The Queen’s Gambit (Walter Tevis)

The Other Side of Everest (Matt Dickinson)

Le Voyage de Monsieur Perrichon (Eugene Marin Labiche and Edouard Martin) in French

The Godfather (Mario Puzo)

Sooley (John Grisham)

K2 (Ed Visteurs)

Let Me Tell You What I Mean (Joan Didion)

The Making of Biblical Womanhood (Beth Allison Barr)

 

June

Stormy Weather (Carl Hiaasen)

Odyssey Book 10 (Homer) in Greek

Pacific Crucible (Ian Toll)

Tourist Season (Carl Hiaasen)

Annapurna (Maurice Herzog)

All Creatures Great and Small (James Heriot)

Educated (Tara Westover)

A Breviary of Sin (Cornelius Plantinga)

Nomadland (Jessica Bruder)

The Cuckoo’s Calling (Robert Galbraith)

Jesus and John Wayne (Kristin Kobes du Mez)

The Maidens (Alex Michaelides)

The Conquering Tide (Ian Toll)

Holes (Louis Sachar)

All Things Bright and Beautiful (James Heriot)

Twilight of the Gods (Ian Toll)

 

July

The Silkworm (Robert Galbraith)

If You Lived Here You’d be Home By Now (Christopher Ingraham)

Musicophilia (Oliver Sacks)

Babette’s Feast (Isak Dinesen)

Career of Evil (Robert Galbraith)

Lethal White (Robert Galbraith)

Like Water for Chocolate (Laura Esquivel)

Kata Loukan in Greek

Death March; The Survivors of Bataan (Donald Knox)

The Princess Spy (Larry Loftis)

Metamorphoses Book 5 (Ovid) in Latin

Lovely War (Julie Berry)

A Delicate Truth (John LeCarre)

All Things Wise and Wonderful (James Herriot)

Espistles of Ignatius (in English)

This is Your Life (Meg Wolitzer)

Goddesses, Whores, Wives, and Slaves (Sarah B. Pomeroy)

The Ingenious Language (Andrea Marcolongo)

Agricola (Tacitus) in Latin

Savage Summit (Jennifer Jordan)

Mythos (Stephen Fry)

Dance of the Reptiles (Carl Hiaasen)

A Walk in the Woods (Bill Bryson)

Three Many Cooks (Maggy Keet, Pam Anderson, Sharon Damelio)

 

August

Stephen Fry in America (Stephen Fry)

The Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkein)

The Lord God Made Them All (James Herriot)

The Two Towers (J.R.R. Tolkein)

The Dig (John Preston)

The Return of the King (J.R.R. Tolkein)

The Premonition (Michael Lewis)

Complications (Atul Gawande)

The Burning (Tim Madigan)

You Are What You Love (James K.A. Smith)

Next: The Future Just Happened (Michael Lewis)

The Parthenon Enigma (Joan Breton Connelly)

Belinda, a Screenplay (Martha Smith)

Homer’s Daughter (Robert Graves)

Six Frigates (Ian Toll)

The Bomber Mafia (Malcolm Gladwell)

 

September

The Four Winds (Kristen Hannah)

Project Hail Mary (Andy Weir)

Daughters of Sparta (Claire Heywood)

Freedom (Sebastian Junger)

Come As You Are (Emily Nagoski)

Shape (Jordan Ellenberg)

Flyboys (James Bradley)

Young Men and Fire (Norman Maclean)

Odyssey Book 11 (Homer) in Greek

Count Belisarius (Robert Graves)

Everest the Cruel Way (Joe Tasker)

Drinking French (David Leibovitz)

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Shakespeare)

Persuasion (Jane Austen)

Blue Bottle Craft Coffee (Caitlin Freeman, James Freeman, Tara Duggan)

 

October

High Crimes (Michael Kodas)

Titan (Ron Chernow)

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (John LeCarre)

Lucky You (Carl Hiaasen)

All the President’s Men (Woodward/Bernstein)

The Story of the Bayeux Tapestry (David Musgrove, Michael Lewis)

Odyssey Book 12 (Homer) in Greek

Devil in the Grove (Gilbert King)

Home Game (Michael Lewis)

Facing the Mountain (Daniel Brown)

In Eutropium (Claudiun) in Latin

The Killing of Osama Bin Laden (Mark Bowden)

Denali’s Howl (Andy Hall)

The Righteous Mind (Jonathan Haidt)

Candide (Voltaire)

Cover-Up (Seymour Hersh)

 

November

Harry Potter et la Chambre des Secrets (Rowling) in French

Argo (Antonio Mendez)

Skin Tight (Carl Hiaasen)

Odyssey Book 13 (Homer) in Greek

Team of Rivals (Doris Kearns Goodwin)

Code Warriors (Stephen Budiansky)

Noise (Daniel Kahneman)

Chain of Command (Seymour Hersh)

Bringing the Heat (Mark Bowden)

Killing Pablo (Mark Bowden)

Coach (Michael Lewis)

John LeCarre-The Biography (Adam Sisman)

Belzhar (Meg Wolitzer)

The Utopia of Rules (David Graeber)

Sleepwalking (Meg Wolitzer)

 

December

Worm (Mark Bowden)

The Best Game Ever (Mark Bowden)

Cup of Gold (John Steinbeck)

Silverview (John LeCarre)

The Secret Sharer (Joseph Conrad)

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (J.K. Rowling)

The Judge’s List (John Grisham)

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (J.K. Rowling)

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (J.K. Rowling)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (J.K. Rowling)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (J.K. Rowling)

Out of the Silent Planet (C.S. Lewis)

Congo (Michael Crichton)

Perelanda (C.S. Lewis)

Sweet Thursday (John Steinbeck)

Liber Iob (St. Jerome) in Latin

After You Believe (N.T. Wright)

Odyssey, book 14 (Homer) in Greek

Beowulf (trans. J.R.R. Tolkein) in modern English

Finders Keepers (Mark Bowden)

Hymnal head swap

 I've been spending a lot of time in the hymnal today working on Advent music for my church. One of the mysteries of my childhood (like why are there sometimes extra digits after the zipcode on mail, or why do composers sometimes use an f double-sharp instead of writing g natural), was what the dotted numbers at the bottom of the hymnal mean. If you've never looked it up, it's a guide to the metrical feet in each hymn.

For example, Hyfrydol (which sounds like a skin rash that you can only contract in Cardiff) is 8.7.8.7.

(1)come (2)thou (3)long (4)ex(5)pec(6)ted(7)je(8)sus

(1)born (2)to (3)set (4)thy (5)peo (6)ple (7)free

(1)from (2)our (3)fears (4) and (5)sins (6)re (7)lease (8)us

(1)let (2)us (3)find (4)our (5)rest (6)in (7) thee

Once I figured this out, I naturally wanted to pull all the old hymns apart and put them together again in funny ways. So, once you know that Hyfrydol is 7.8.7.8, you realize that you can sing the text of Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus to the tune of Abbot's Leigh (which sounds like a venereal disease you can only contract in a monastery), which usually has the text "Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken).

Similarly, the hymn tune Aberystwyth (which looks like the sort of thing that a toddler would text to your boss when they walk off with your phone) is 7.7.7.7, so the words "Watchman, Tell Us of the Night" can be sung to the tune we usually associate with "Come, Ye Thankful People Come."

Away in a Manger 11.11.11.11 already has two common settings, but it can be sung to the tune of Immortal, Invisible. (St. Denio, the patron saint of gambling in Atlantic City and wearing size XXL polo shirts)

Angels We Have Heard on High can be sung to "Jesus Loves Me." (Hymn tune name: "Jesus Loves Me")

Joy to the World can almost, but not quite, be sung to Amazing Grace. If I were to every to program it that way I'd probably have it sung to the Amazing Grace tune up until heaven and nature start singing, and then switch to the old tune.

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (Hymn Tune Carol, which sounds like a secretary from HR who is always in a bad mood) can be sung to I Sing the Mighty Power of God (Ellacombe, which sounds like part of a balanced breakfast.)

Once In Royal David's City (Irby, which sounds like a place where you get a roast beef sandwich in Minnesota) can be sung to Open Now the Gates of Beauty

Angels From the Realms of Glory can be sung to the tune of Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence.

Fun bonus list of funny hymn tune names:

Wedlock

Crashing Waters

El Camino

Feed Us (This is the official hymn tune of our boys)

Hankey

Jonathan's Tune

Laying Down (This is the official hymn tune of the parents)

Mystic Bamboo Song

Redhead 76

Updates

Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up" interrupted the Latin conversation I was having with my surgeon as he cut into my scrotum.

"What radio station is this?" I asked in English.

"I like to work to 80s rock. This song comes on the channel from time to time."

He had, as it turned out, two degrees in Latin before his medical degree. The nurse had warned me beforehand that there would be 80s music. She was oppressively chipper, going so far as to ask me whether I was excited before the procedure started. 

"No, I'm pretty nervous, actually. I'm having my balls cut open."

"You'll be fine. It's a great day to have your vas deferens tied!" (Beaming smile)

I debated whether or not I was going to post about this publicly. I am alone on the couch with tylenol, a stack of books, and all day to kill. I decided my vasectomy was worth recording for posterity. (Note--I can't make any more posterities now than the three I've already fathered.)

I wasn't even planning to be off work today. When I called to schedule the procedure back in July there was only one remaining date for the calendar year (which, given how much we'd already spent down on our deductible encouraged us to have this taken care of in 2020), and it was smack in the middle of a busy week with the symphony. I asked ahead of time whether I was going to be able to go to work the next day, and was assured that I was fine as long as it didn't involve any heavy lifting.

Then, once I was already on the table, the surgeon found out that I was a trumpet player.

"Nope. Absolutely not. You'll give yourself a scrotal hematoma, and you'll have to deal with that for three months. You aren't playing the trumpet for at least three days."

So I am at home on the couch instead of at work. I'm very glad I'm not at work. Playing the trumpet would have been very uncomfortable even without the hematoma risk. Instead I'll spend the day with my three boys. Three, and that's final.

James is busy today looking for his missing Professor Flitwick LEGO figure, and also preparing for his 8th Title Bowl. The Title Bowl is his imaginary version of the Super Bowl. He plays elaborate fake football games on his bedsheets with his set of 32 plastic football helmets and a LEGO football (and LEGO uprights.) He has a tournament, a championship trophy (The Ann Davis trophy, after his deceased great-grandmother), and a bank of obscure statistics that pertain only to his own imaginary league. He has no sense of how little everyone else in the family is interested in the fictional league compared to his own emotional investment. His greatest regret at this point is that he can't video tape the games that he plays during nap so that we can all watch the "highlights" together.

Owen has completed his best ever week of school. He got the equivalent of a GameBoy for his birthday, and he isn't allowed to play it until all of his school is done, and done well. We really debated whether we should do this or not, but it's a guaranteed hour of quiet every day--and it's a guarantee that he is hard at work at school as soon as he is up in the morning. 

Felix is now literate enough to write his own letters, and he arguably has the best handwriting (and maybe spelling) out of all three boys. He is, granted, pretty slow, but he makes all his letters from top to bottom and takes the time to make sure that everything is legible. He also wants Owen to be done with school as quickly as possible, because then he has the unspeakable pleasure of WATCHING Owen play video games. (So far this delicate balance is stable.) He wrote a letter to Ivy Hamway today (who is turning two) suggesting that she is old enough to be potty-trained. (He's kind of a hypocrite)

They have largely respected my space as I've camped out on the couch. (Felix was doing some jumping up and down next to me for a bit until J ushered him away) It is definitely good to be done making these boys. But we made three good ones.

Minor League Football

 James and I agree that there ought to be a minor league football system, like AAA baseball or the AHL. He is fascinated by the system of farm teams that the Amerks and the Red Wings are a part of and has asked for the names of each team in those leagues. We decided that we would both take our best shot at what we thought an NFL minor league ought to look like, and this was what we (separately) came up with:

Dad's Minor League Football

Toronto Moose (BUF)

Puerto Rico Swordfish (MIA)

Newark Pilots (NYJ)

Providence Minutemen (NE)

Dover Hawks (BAL)

Morgantown Smelters (PIT)

Columbus Dogs (CLE)

Louisville Lions (CIN)

Memphis Olympians (TEN)

St. Louis Stallions (IND)

Charleston Cheetahs (JAX)

Austin Longhorns (HOU)

Salt Lake City Pirates (LVR)

San Diego Volts (LAC)

Colorado Springs Buckaroos (DEN)

Oklahoma City Braves (KC)

San Antonio Stars (DAL)

Scranton Kestrels (PHI)

Virginia Beach Football Team (WAS)

Long Island Heroes (NYG)

Omaha Blizzard (MIN)

Grand Rapids Cougars (DET)

Des Moines Grizzlies (CHI)

Milwaukee Cheese (GB)

Orlando Privateers (TB)

Birmingham Generals (ATL)

Raleigh Bobcats (CAR)

Biloxi Hurricanes (NO)

San Jose Pioneers (SF)

Portland Storm (SEA)

Santa Barbara Sharks (LAR)

Albuquerque Scorpions (ARZ)

JAMES' LEAGUE

Washington Wings (BAL) (Owen's suggestion)

Dover Stars (PIT) Also Owen's suggestion, James wanted the "Materials"

Columbus Blacks (CLE)

Cleveland Siberians (CIN) Siberian Tigers--they would have the Bengals' helmet, but all white

Baltimore Horseshoes (IND)

Austin Bulls (HOU)

Tallahassee Sickles (TEN) Named after the sickle that the Titan Cronos used against Ouranos

Atlanta Speeders (JAX)

Rochester Bisons (BUF)

Boston Cheetahs (NE) "Cheet-ahs." Get it?

New Jersey Missiles (NYJ)

Birmingham Sharks (MIA)

Topeka Arrows (KC)

Oakland Armor (LVR)

San Diego Bolts (LAC)

Colorado Springs Horses (DEN)

Milwaukee Cheese (GB)

Chicago Kings (DET)

St. Paul Purple Team (MIN) James named this in honor of Abby, because she couldn't remember the Viking's name once and kept calling them the purple team

Springfield Grizzlies (CHI)

Orlando Pirates (TB)

Baton Rouge Bananas (NO) Because, as Felix points, the Saint's logo looks like a banana peel

Illinois Big Cats (CAR) Owen's suggestion

Raleigh Devils (ATL)

Harrisburg Flys (PHI) James insists on the spelling. Not the bug flies, but "fly"

Baltimore Football Team (WAS)

Houston Cowgirls (DAL)

New Jersey Stink Bugs (NYG)

Salt Lake City Sheep (LAR)

Sacramento Silver (SF)

Phoenix Reds (ARZ)

Olympia Sea Gulls (SEA)

September Pictures

 

James was motion-sick, but it was an otherwise lovely boat ride

Owen's friend Lydia

Waiting his turn in the sidewalk scootering heats

Somehow (per usual) Owen is on Felix's scooter

We are back to school! James is a 5th grader now...

Owen working on some math

Felix watching the public school kids head in on a rainy morning. It's rough for him to not have any school to do while James and Owen are occupied.

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Last Netsin's trip of the summer

A visit to the art gallery

Owen was on a scavenger hunt

Someone found "F-E-L-I-X"

James relaxing in the sculpture garden

"Please do not climb on the sculptures"

He is a handsome chap in those glasses. We currently have no idea where they are.

"Hey Dad? Excuse me? I have a question..."

Backyard games

Felix has a hard time sitting still at church these days. I sometimes let him play with my phone to keep him occupied, and here is one of several dozen selfies that he took...

Outdoor reading while it's still kind of warm...

"Look, Dad! We are all Julius Caesar wearing laurel crowns!"

Recitals and Espresso

 This week we marked two events that were a long time in coming. The first was a live movie music recital, and the second was the brewing of our own espresso.

The recital was booked back in June, and I went back and forth wondering whether the hall would be packed or whether we would be playing to an audience of maybe ten people. It turned out that the hall was packed.

I also went back and forth wondering whether we were doing something that was incredibly self-indulgent and narcissistic (Here, everyone! Come listen to us play a bunch of music that we like) or incredibly generous. (We will pay to hire any accompanist and won't charge admission to this concert so that we can share music that you all apparently liked during the pandemic)

The lead-up to the recital was very different than any of our school recitals. Back when we were students we didn't have to change any diapers before the recital or teach James about the Assyrians. For me, playing a solo recital is a very different animal than playing an orchestra concert. Orchestra concerts happen every weekend, and in any given show there might be 45 seconds of total music when I'm playing something that is alone/exposed. At really big shows (playing principal on the Messiah with Trumpet Shall Sound) I might be exposed for a whole three minutes. A recital is an hour of exposure.

But this one was different...there was a sense throughout the whole process that it was just going to be fun and that we wouldn't take it too seriously because it was more about J and I getting to do something together than it was about the quality of the trumpet/flute playing. (Which was still, I think, pretty good)

We got to the hall about an hour early (after noticing that the van didn't start very easily) and asked the kids not to run laps in the empty performance hall. So we warmed up while the kids ran laps in the empty performance hall. A few people poked their heads in, and then Nama/Papa/Aunt Martha arrived to take the boys off of our hands.

It ended up being a packed hall. And it was a great audience. When you are performing you can sometimes tell if the audience is bored/losing focus, and it felt like ours was hanging with us through each tune. On the program were Princess Leia's Theme (because it was the original arrangement in the project, and is still one of the most equal duets in our folder), Wall Rat (because it is such a good flute showcase, and also because Paris), Little Women (because the film is so meaningful and beloved to J, and also because it shows off piccolo trumpet. We also found out once we started rehearsing that it was a childhood favorite of our pianist), and then the Escapades Suite, of which we'd recorded the first movement but none of the others. That suite was the most complete "concert piece" on the program, and we build everything else around that. We took a brief intermission, then did Far and Away (because it was far and away the most popular video that we posted), an arrangement of the Easter Hymn with For the Beauty of the Earth based on J.F.K. (because we thought that we should do some sacred music at Roberts), a suite from Harry Potter (Sirius' Escape, Family Portrait, Hagrid's Friendly Bird, and Quidditch), and then Married Life from Up! to close. (Because this recital was really as much about J and I getting to do something together as it was about flute and trumpet.

And then, when we had finally said goodbye to everyone, taken all the photos, and loaded up the van...it wouldn't start.

So we unloaded the van, called around to any friends in the area who we thought might still be conscious, called the insurance roadside assistance line, and tried to make the best of the situation. At some point (culprit and time still unknown) someone threw up on Felix's carseat, and it reeked the entire way back to our house, stinking up our friend Joy's van. I got a jump from roadside assistance, and was home by about 11. It was not the most elegant end to the evening.

Speaking of things that we've dabbled in but have never fully committed to until now and are henceforth likely to have in our life on a very regular basis, we are brewing our own espresso. This has been in the pipeline since Paris, although we did mess around with a beginner level machine that Oliver and Kylie gave us for a while (getting some decent results) and a moka pot on the stove. (Getting less than decent results.)

We ordered a proper grinder a few months ago, but it was an international order and didn't ship until just last week. With the grinder on the way we ordered the actual machine we'd been waiting on, and it beat the grinder by a week. We didn't want to wait, so we've been pulling shots of my homeroasted Yirgacheffe the last few days with our entry level conical grinder. It's way too much fun. And it's way too expensive of a hobby to get fully immersed in. But if you happen to be stopping by anyway, let us make you a cup of espresso sometime soon...we're getting better with each shot.

Mom is En Vacances

 I took the kids to the Memorial Art Gallery this week.

Owen was disappointed, because he thought it would be mostly suits of armor and swords and it turned out that it was just a bunch of pictures and stuff. That's boring.

James was disappointed because the other two ran out of gas before he could find all of the portraits in his scavenger hunt.

Felix thought that the mummy was scary. Everyone thought that tribal bird mask in the Folk Art collection was scary. 

Felix inherited his mother's response to art galleries. Interest and curiosity for ten minutes and then a sudden overwhelming need to lie down in a public place. (Felix's mother usually suppresses this reaction in herself until she gets back to her own vehicle. Felix, not so much)

"What's the number rule of being in the art gallery?" James: "DON'T. TOUCH. THE PAINTINGS." (Felix did not learn the number one rule.)

Owen has started prefacing things with sentences like: "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but..." or "I'm not trying to be mean to you, but..." And then, no matter how many times you attempt him to stop whatever he is about to say from coming out (once he starts one of these sentences, he must complete it, even if you are actively carrying him away from his victim) he goes on to say something like "I noticed that your bathtub is a really weird shape." "I remember that the last time we visited your house you had popsicles and I'm wondering if you have any more of them." "I noticed that you have a seashell collection and I really like seashells and I think you should give me some." "I went into the bathroom after you were in there and it smelled really bad." "I think that you aren't very good at cooking hamburgers and I could cook them better than you."

The good news is that he can tell that he's about to say something rude. The bad news is that he apparently has no compulsion about saying it anyway.

More questions from Owen:

"Do worms have eyes?"

"Do bacteria have eyes?"

"How do worms know which direction they are going?"

"I don't want you to die because you are old. Is there a way that if I died, you wouldn't have to die?" 

Overheard James to Owen: "Leave that cocoon to its own business."

Felix has been struggling. Four was hard for each of the kids, and so far Felix is taking it all out with his fists. He's suddenly punching us when he gets angry. He clearly isn't putting his heart into it, just trying to provoke a reaction out of whoever is forcing him to do something against his will. (Usually making him sit on the potty.) So you can tell him that this isn't a very good way to express the feelings that he's feeling, and that it would be better if--WHUMP!

Also, he's learned how to kick you in the balls. Hard.