Anonyvox

Do you remember how, when you were a kid, you’d sometimes get to spend one-on-one time with either your mom or your dad? There were a few days where I’d get to go to Boise on a solo trip with one of my parents, no little brother in tow, and it was awesome. You felt like you had your parent’s full attention, and you’d both learn things about each other.

I hope that Junior Vox looks back on this holiday break as one of those special times with me. Mr. Vox doesn’t get back from Wisconsin until Saturday night, and even though she’s had the flu for a few days (and is recovering now, thankfully), we’ve tried to do some special things together. She got several good-sized Lego sets for Christmas, and we’ve spent literally hours working on them together. I’ve been really impressed at how good she is at working through a plan, and how she’s got a great grasp of spatial relationships.

We have watched quite a few movies, some old and some new. She’s now seen “Little Shop of Horrors,” which adds to her repertoire of Broadway/Hollywood favorites (including “Mamma Mia,” “Grease,” and “Phantom of the Opera”). We went to see the new Cirque du Soleil movie, “Worlds Apart” today. I absolutely loved it, and I think she did too. A lot of the plot revolved around aerial work on cables and cords, and it was glorious. It reminded me of many of my strange, amazing dreams.

On Christmas Eve night, she fell asleep on the couch and I laid down next to her and lifted her onto my chest. She slept there for an hour while I watched “Antiques Roadshow” and snuggled her. It was pretty wonderful.

It should be no surprise then, that as I try to type this at 15 minutes until bedtime, that she’s trying to get me to play Kinect with her or go play Legos again.