Noah finally finished It. And as promised, he was allowed to watch the movie version of his choice. He chose the new movie, and we enjoyed some nice ol' fashioned mother-son bonding time over classic horror-movie jump scares and a demonic child-eating clown.
He LOVED It. Absolutely loved it. Every creepy, fucked-up second of it. Although it turns out he'd already found almost all of the more intense/murder-y scenes on YouTube without our knowledge, so that's some doubly excellent parenting right there.
He's currently grounded from screens and the Internet for the rest of the week and trying to get around it by asking what other scary movies we can watch together instead, because he knows I'm a sucker. Do we go for Poltergeist? Stick with King and The Shining? The first Paranormal? Blair Witch? Exorcist? Gotta get him schooled on the classics of the genre for maximum nightmare fuel.
Meanwhile, Ezra is attending a rock camp this week. He's the guitarist for a band called The Reptilian Army. This Friday is their first concert, and they'll be playing a Pennywise song (no idea which one! but he is very excited about it because Noah will think it's cool!) followed by "No Feelings" by the Sex Pistols.
"We rock it out pretty hard at rock camp," he told me very matter-of-factly yesterday.
Here he is experimenting with roasting and stuffing mushrooms. His favorites were stuffed with ham and scrambled eggs.
And finally, after a lot of back-and-forth between the ukelele and the clarinet, Ike has decided to officially join the Storch Family Band as well. He settled on the piano.
I couldn't be prouder of these monkeys, and yeah, they all really are doing just great.