Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Manic Mondays
Off the top of your head list 4 words to describe you today, just as you are right now.
Busy.
Sleepy, but too busy to sleep.
Glad it's sunny out.
Happy it's summertime.
If you had an extra hour in your day today what would you do?
First, go for a long walk with Christopher. Then sit on the deck 'til we couldn't stand the mosquitos anymore.
When is the last time you got lost and what happened?
We got lost in San Diego when we were trying to go downtown, to the Gaslamp District. Christopher took one wrong freeway, then in my good attempts to get us back on track, I redirected him onto another wrong freeway. Once I stopped "helping" he got us going the right way...
Busy.
Sleepy, but too busy to sleep.
Glad it's sunny out.
Happy it's summertime.
If you had an extra hour in your day today what would you do?
First, go for a long walk with Christopher. Then sit on the deck 'til we couldn't stand the mosquitos anymore.
When is the last time you got lost and what happened?
We got lost in San Diego when we were trying to go downtown, to the Gaslamp District. Christopher took one wrong freeway, then in my good attempts to get us back on track, I redirected him onto another wrong freeway. Once I stopped "helping" he got us going the right way...
Monday, July 23, 2007
From the Mouths of Babes
Last week the kids and I attended Vacation Bible School all week during the mornings. Audrey had her own preschool class to go into, but after the first day it became an issue for her. She wanted to stay with me in my "class", where I was teaching the kids the songs and hand motions.
No matter what I said about how fun her class was, how her teacher missed her, how her friends would be there asking for her, she didn't bite. All there was was sobs and tears, clinging to my pantleg. All this and we hadn't even left the house yet for the second day.
Along comes Daddy, asking Audrey what's wrong. We explained the trouble, to which he responded, "Audrey you need to go into your class today, and when you are ALL done with it, we will give you a treat. Would you like a treat?"
Audrey sniffed and nodded her head demurely.
Dad said, "Ok then. After you finish YOUR class today [a parent's day is full of repetition], Daddy will give you a treat. What would you like for a treat?"
Audrey, without hesitating, said "Five dollars."
From the mouths of babes.
No matter what I said about how fun her class was, how her teacher missed her, how her friends would be there asking for her, she didn't bite. All there was was sobs and tears, clinging to my pantleg. All this and we hadn't even left the house yet for the second day.
Along comes Daddy, asking Audrey what's wrong. We explained the trouble, to which he responded, "Audrey you need to go into your class today, and when you are ALL done with it, we will give you a treat. Would you like a treat?"
Audrey sniffed and nodded her head demurely.
Dad said, "Ok then. After you finish YOUR class today [a parent's day is full of repetition], Daddy will give you a treat. What would you like for a treat?"
Audrey, without hesitating, said "Five dollars."
From the mouths of babes.
Manic Monday
Hey there Monday Readers! I wanted to put these questions out to YOU today...answer one, answer all.
What is the healthiest thought you have regularly about yourself?
What do you like best about your best friend?
What one thing have you done that pleased your parents the most?
What is the healthiest thought you have regularly about yourself?
What do you like best about your best friend?
What one thing have you done that pleased your parents the most?
Photo of the Week
Here's Christopher swimming with all 3 kids hanging onto him like barnacles. I think the game was called "Try to Sink the Giant".
Sunday, July 22, 2007
The Toy Bin Crisis by Susan Senechal
I cleaned out the toy bin awhile ago and got ride of some old broken toys and things the kids never played with anymore, anticipating the arrival of new toys for their birthdays. The flaw in my plan? I threw them into the garbage can under the sink, expecting my husband would take the trash out before my children got up.
Today, I wouldn't make such a mistake. But I was a novice toy thrower-outer, and I made a rookie mistake that proved to be costly. Our then 4-year-old Matthew woke up earlier than usual that morning, and for some unknown reason, he immediately walked right to the cupboard, opened the door and peered into the garbage can. Is there such a thing as broken-toy radar? I have no words for the scene that ensued. It lasted all morning. When I left the house in late morning, Daddy distracted him and things seemed to calm down for awhile. Then Matthew saw the garbage truck on a nearby street, and the crying began again.
I'm not talking expensive toys, or neat toys with a little break, but rather a tiny beach ball that no longer holds air, a part of a broken toy from a "Happy Meal" that some other child LEFT at McDonalds, and we found and took home and other assorted broken toy parts.
Today, I wouldn't make such a mistake. But I was a novice toy thrower-outer, and I made a rookie mistake that proved to be costly. Our then 4-year-old Matthew woke up earlier than usual that morning, and for some unknown reason, he immediately walked right to the cupboard, opened the door and peered into the garbage can. Is there such a thing as broken-toy radar? I have no words for the scene that ensued. It lasted all morning. When I left the house in late morning, Daddy distracted him and things seemed to calm down for awhile. Then Matthew saw the garbage truck on a nearby street, and the crying began again.
I'm not talking expensive toys, or neat toys with a little break, but rather a tiny beach ball that no longer holds air, a part of a broken toy from a "Happy Meal" that some other child LEFT at McDonalds, and we found and took home and other assorted broken toy parts.
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