T. – Age 3.5 is becoming a Lego Duplo Junkie. He makes ships and cars and most recently something he calls a “Mickey Train,” complete with Dale the Chipmunk inside.
This is cool and all, but I nearly went down the stairs on a Mickey Lego head and had an unfortunate encounter with Lego Donald that cannot be discussed in polite company. I fully anticipate an awkward at best ER visit in my near future!
Go sit on the potty right now or the Lego Police Officer is going to get flushed!
Oddly enough, this one worked. 🙂
My little boy T. – Age 2 is a super hero. He has the cape and attitude to prove it – but it goes beyond that!
My daughter, S – Age 4.5 and I have been doing a caterpillar-to-butterfly project over the last few weeks. Honestly, I don’t know which of us was more excited…
I could not stop watching these little ones like an expectant mama. I never did anything like this as a child!
The caterpillars arrived in two tiny self-sustaining cups where they remained until they were all cocoons. We transferred ten delicate cocoons into our butterfly aviary.
In about a week? Tiny miracles began to emerge.
Today we finally released them. It was wonderful to see the awe and kindness of a child watching a butterfly cling carefully to her finger!
Is it just that it is too early on a Sunday morning, or are cartoons becoming increasing more odd?
And why does my 2 years old seem so fascinated?
They have no feet and the heads pop off…and a man thing just opened up and popped a pizza directly into his midsection – and if I am not entirely mistaken I think I just heard Betty White’s voice coming out of what I can only suppose is a Grandma?
I need coffee…
My daughter, S. Age 4.5 drew this for me tonight. She told me the big dragon, the daddy was upset that he couldn’t fly, but the others could and that the baby was very happy flying and playing games, and that the daddy should be happy because he is so big and colorful.
I just thought the picture was awesome, and as usual, overwhelmed with pride and amazement that somehow I have been lucky enough to have such a colorful little one in my life making me smile.
TYG.
I am writing on my phone, lying in bed next to an obnoxiously snoring little girl wearing her Christmas outfit from last year. (I have no idea where she found it.)
At my feet on the quilt is a happily snoozing pug – also snoring.
My son is asleep in his crib about 25 feet down the hall. I cannot hear him, but I can only assume similar noises are coming from his baby face.
The sun is shining brightly, I am still in my pajamas. My shining accomplishments today include getting the children to nap at the same time and making a wonderful pot of homemade chicken soup.
Ah. Today goes in the “WIN” column for sure!!
My son, T – Age 18 months, has not decided to speak much as yet. This has caused me much panic and angst: worries about what I’ve not done as a parent, mental-flagellation, and frustration over our inability to ask him what the heck he’s thinking.
On the flip side, it’s also occasionally pretty darn funny.
We have our imperfect methods of getting things across:
It is amazing to me how simple children make the world seem if only we take the time to watch them.
We go to fall festivals with enticements like “pony rides” and “petting zoos” and there is nothing wrong with that.
But at the same time, give kids some pumpkins, leaves, sticks and some room to run around and they are just as happy! The games they make up on their own when left to their own devices are hysterical!
If only we as adults could remember how to be that happy to be alive, and to find so much possibility in a mere pile of leaves!
The Mischief of Minions 