Human Bridge... a twisted toddler trust exercise... or Mum left the room while we were 'building a fort' to fetch a larger blanket... Whatever I title it I can not get past that I stood and filmed it instead of stopping it instantly.
Raindrops on ... everything
Throwback Thursday:
Back when it was just Caleb and I during the day.
When the joy of the day could be spent splashing in the puddle created by the downspout off the townhouse.
Not to mention taking advantage of a glorious spring rain so it could justify the yellow rain jacket and galoshes in a dry climate where most people don't carry umbrellas.
Money Making 101
Whittaker is learning the value of a dollar.
... or so I thought.
He saw an ad for a Lego set that he really, really wants. Once he showed it to me he assumed it was a done deal. After a few days he questioned why his new Lego set hadn't arrived yet.
me - I'm not buying it. It's too much money.
W - But I told you that was the one I really, really want!
me - It's still a lot of money. Do you have enough money?
At this he became very excited.
W - YES. I have LOTS of moneys.
He retrieved his money jar.... full of pennies.
I took a deep breath. I grabbed a piece of paper and drew 45 squares.
me - Okay. The Lego set is $45.00. Let's count your money. Every time we count a dollar you can colour in one square on this chart.
He was willing to play along until we finished counting his jar of money and he had only coloured in 4 squares.
me - not quite enough money.
He retrieved my purse. He shook it.
W - You have money. I can hear it.
me - That's not Lego money though.
Duncan suggested he do jobs for money.
He began to offer himself to everyone to do jobs for money. Problem is.... the boy lacks in the skills department to be valuable.
He went on an errand with Daddy and found some coins on the ground in a parking lot. For the next week he begged Daddy and Mummy to take him on errands so he could get more money.
The payoff on money hunting while running errands isn't very high.
One afternoon he asked me if I had a hat.
me - Yes.
W - Good. Now I can make some money.
I didn't clue in instantly on how having a hat makes money. He went out on the porch and sat next to the hat turned upside down beside him. I clued in quickly. We had been downtown recently and he must have seen street performers with their upturned hats collecting money.
It took him almost two months of doing odd jobs and emptying daddy's pockets before he put them in the laundry to earn his money. (I think Daddy had a lot more change in his pockets over those two months than I ever see when I'm doing the laundry checking.)
... or so I thought.
He saw an ad for a Lego set that he really, really wants. Once he showed it to me he assumed it was a done deal. After a few days he questioned why his new Lego set hadn't arrived yet.
me - I'm not buying it. It's too much money.
W - But I told you that was the one I really, really want!
me - It's still a lot of money. Do you have enough money?
At this he became very excited.
W - YES. I have LOTS of moneys.
He retrieved his money jar.... full of pennies.
I took a deep breath. I grabbed a piece of paper and drew 45 squares.
me - Okay. The Lego set is $45.00. Let's count your money. Every time we count a dollar you can colour in one square on this chart.
He was willing to play along until we finished counting his jar of money and he had only coloured in 4 squares.
me - not quite enough money.
He retrieved my purse. He shook it.
W - You have money. I can hear it.
me - That's not Lego money though.
Duncan suggested he do jobs for money.
He began to offer himself to everyone to do jobs for money. Problem is.... the boy lacks in the skills department to be valuable.
He went on an errand with Daddy and found some coins on the ground in a parking lot. For the next week he begged Daddy and Mummy to take him on errands so he could get more money.
The payoff on money hunting while running errands isn't very high.
One afternoon he asked me if I had a hat.
me - Yes.
W - Good. Now I can make some money.
I didn't clue in instantly on how having a hat makes money. He went out on the porch and sat next to the hat turned upside down beside him. I clued in quickly. We had been downtown recently and he must have seen street performers with their upturned hats collecting money.
It took him almost two months of doing odd jobs and emptying daddy's pockets before he put them in the laundry to earn his money. (I think Daddy had a lot more change in his pockets over those two months than I ever see when I'm doing the laundry checking.)
Man's Alive, He's Forty-Five!
To celebrate we invited teenagers over to drive on our indoor race course.
We tested his lung capacity with 45 candles on his cake.
We attempted a selfie groupie shot. Not our strong suit.
EEEK!
Bedtime... why is it always at bedtime.
I have distinct memories of each rodent encounter.
First, when I was nursing Sarah and I believe I flew onto the kitchen table still nursing while Patrick and Grandma laughed.
Second, I was upstairs nursing Whittaker when the sighting occurred downstairs. Only that time it was a RAT and although we called for Caleb to assist, he immediately returned to his loft bed when he learned why he was being summoned. Instead it was left to Patrick and Grandma to conquer. That was one intense evening.
....
Okay so there are actually others.. and not at bedtime... WHY AM I SO AFFLICTED?
One mid morning when my lovely visiting teachers were here. The cat brought in a mouse... not quite deceased... Caleb and one lady cowered in the far corner of the living room but the other lady stepped up and grabbing the broom and a bucket on the counter saved the day!
Another rodent to plague was actually a hamster... .it was a replacement hamster. We had recently moved into our home and the original hamster would run on it's squeaky wheel all night. ALL NIGHT... I couldn't sleep so I moved the hamster downstairs but I could hear it so I took a blanket and covered the cage to muffle the sound. The foolish rodent pulled the yarn from the blanket into the cage and ate it. The next morning he was silent. As in never to utter another sound... Ever...
So for Christmas we replaced him. Or we tried to. Darn thing escaped the cage and climbed the Christmas tree. He wandered through our heating vents for days.
Third bedtime one. Last night. After tucking everyone in. I heard a familiar scratch at the backdoor. The cats wanted in. It was raining and I felt badly for the wet feline. Until I opened the door..... Now I wish I'd left her in the rain. She let go of the mouse in her mouth to meow. The mini menace darted inside and I wasn't fast enough with the door.. or the broom... or the pot. Sarah sat on the counter giving suggestions. Miles immediately fell asleep but Duncan offered to shine a flashlight under the cabinet.
I had to be the brave one. Usually the counter is my domain. I dislike the shift in roles. I made an offhand comment to Sarah.. more to reassure myself as I was the one on the floor looking under the cabinets. "It's really tiny."
Her response. .... "So is a grenade. I'm not sleeping tonight."
I've given all six cats in the house a very stern talking to. If they like their current pampered life at the Noble estate they will need to prove their worth...
In short.. CATCH THAT MOUSE!
I have distinct memories of each rodent encounter.
First, when I was nursing Sarah and I believe I flew onto the kitchen table still nursing while Patrick and Grandma laughed.
Second, I was upstairs nursing Whittaker when the sighting occurred downstairs. Only that time it was a RAT and although we called for Caleb to assist, he immediately returned to his loft bed when he learned why he was being summoned. Instead it was left to Patrick and Grandma to conquer. That was one intense evening.
....
Okay so there are actually others.. and not at bedtime... WHY AM I SO AFFLICTED?
One mid morning when my lovely visiting teachers were here. The cat brought in a mouse... not quite deceased... Caleb and one lady cowered in the far corner of the living room but the other lady stepped up and grabbing the broom and a bucket on the counter saved the day!
Another rodent to plague was actually a hamster... .it was a replacement hamster. We had recently moved into our home and the original hamster would run on it's squeaky wheel all night. ALL NIGHT... I couldn't sleep so I moved the hamster downstairs but I could hear it so I took a blanket and covered the cage to muffle the sound. The foolish rodent pulled the yarn from the blanket into the cage and ate it. The next morning he was silent. As in never to utter another sound... Ever...
So for Christmas we replaced him. Or we tried to. Darn thing escaped the cage and climbed the Christmas tree. He wandered through our heating vents for days.
Third bedtime one. Last night. After tucking everyone in. I heard a familiar scratch at the backdoor. The cats wanted in. It was raining and I felt badly for the wet feline. Until I opened the door..... Now I wish I'd left her in the rain. She let go of the mouse in her mouth to meow. The mini menace darted inside and I wasn't fast enough with the door.. or the broom... or the pot. Sarah sat on the counter giving suggestions. Miles immediately fell asleep but Duncan offered to shine a flashlight under the cabinet.
I had to be the brave one. Usually the counter is my domain. I dislike the shift in roles. I made an offhand comment to Sarah.. more to reassure myself as I was the one on the floor looking under the cabinets. "It's really tiny."
Her response. .... "So is a grenade. I'm not sleeping tonight."
I've given all six cats in the house a very stern talking to. If they like their current pampered life at the Noble estate they will need to prove their worth...
In short.. CATCH THAT MOUSE!
Misunderstood, but sweet.
You found me.
This isn't what you had in mind when you said put your underwear in the laundry?
Sometimes you can be so difficult to understand.
What am I doing with this tablet?
Oh you noticed that I found it...
I'll try smiling.
Don't you always like that?
Under the Sea
Our Blue and Gold Banquet had an Under the Sea theme and we truly ate our meal among the fish. It was fun. I've enjoyed being leaders with these fellow leaders. They don't hesitate to decorate and go all out for a good party. It helps to balance my tendency to be practicality and just accomplish the requirements at each meeting. We all agreed that we need to remember to take photos at our activities.... now we're agreed we should take photos while it's happening and not just as we decorate! We were all so busy having a good time we forgot to take pictures of the scouts enjoying the fun.
Feline Follies
They certainly have been the subject of may photo opportunities and are snuggled at every opportunity. There are even a few neighbours who come over just to snuggle with them.
Fifty is Nifty
We celebrated a half a century with Uncle John at a place to make him feel young at heart. An arcade, pizza parlor and mini golf! Although personally, noisy flashy, busy places are not my idea of a way to feel young, we had a good time. The kids all worked together in the arcade to earn tickets and bought a giant monkey as their prize.
Cousin Dave, a college buddy and some friends from town made the party list.
I think visiting some ancient ruins for my 50th might make me feel young at heart. Or at least being in a quiet place so I didn't spend the hours wondering if I was losing my hearing as every conversation had to be repeated over the din of the place.
Indoor Recess
When there's energy to burn and cold weather outside sometimes the creativity brings the outdoor play inside. And at times a blind eye by Mummy is needed... The entire upstairs became the race course of the week! It made me think of going to Tom Thumb when I was growing up. Little driving course.
Pedestrians needed to beware for their toes!
Surprisingly there were very few accidents and they were all minor.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)