This post, written by Mandy at Harper's Happenings, really resonated with me. I have often said myself that nothing makes the crapadoo of the day fall away like bedtime-story time. I love her blog. I wish she would write more, but I guess she's busy baking a bun in the oven and all. :-)
(See? I promised at least one blog post per month! This totally counts!)
"Hey, mom... it looks like a giant detective mouse!"
"Hey, mom... it looks like a hamster with clothes!"
"Hey, mom... it looks like an elephant!"
Can you tell they're studying clouds in school this week? In addition to learning the four types of clouds, the kids also talked about how clouds looked like dogs, airplanes, turtles... so of course now all sorts of things around the house have taken on a fresh identity as well. This morning's breakfast talk sounded like a self-administered Rorschach test, sub oatmeal residue on a spoon (which he referred to as "splatches") for the ink blots.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go change all of my screen names to @hamsterwithclothes.
Because I'm posting status-length stuff on my blog like a mad woman. #fbwithdrawals
Today on the ride home from school, I asked M who Star of the Week was (each student gets to be SotW). He said, "No one - we're done with Stars of the Week."
Stars of the Week! Not "Star of the Weeks" like I would've expected a little kid to say. I felt a twinge of pride at my son's correct grammar.
"Do you know you're one smart kiddo?"
"Yeah." Pause. "I'm a hundred percent smart."
In other news, could someone please let my husband know that Arnold Lobel's last name is pronounced"low-BELL" and not "LOW-buhl"? No, it does not rhyme with (and I'm showing my age here) George Gobel. #likenailsonachalkboard
Today wasn't our best day. I was cranky, the kiddo was cranky. We argued before school, he clogged the toilet with paper after lunch (and had a subsequent freakout about it as he is wont to do about most things), I got hit with exhaustion and a headache about 4pm... C had called earlier in the afternoon to let me know that he had missed his flight home from his business trip and would still be home tonight, only four hours later than expected. Safe to say I would've filed this day under C for "craptastic, slightly" for all of us.
And yet, after C got home and M was getting ready for bed, there was this:
C: How was your day? What did you do today?
M: I loved, eated and played.
Seriously. Doesn't that sound like a near-perfect day? He basically distilled all of today's events down to those three lovely things. Sometimes it's difficult for me to pull it together and put on an "I've moved on" face after my kid has just made me so boiling mad just moments before. Fortunately, my 5-year-old does has that ability, and whether it's contrived or sincere, it's definitely something I could learn from him.
All my husband asked for in the world was for me to make chicken and mushrooms tonight. So with every intention of making chicken and mushrooms tonight, I went the grocery store this morning. And when he comes home he will not have chicken and mushrooms. Because I forgot to buy mushrooms. And didn't notice until just now. And incurring the guilt brought on by his mild disappointment will be easier than to beg a child who would rather remove all his own teeth with a teeny Lego crowbar than be subjected to a trip to the grocery store to so much as look in the general direction of the car, much less ask him to leave the house at 8:50 in the p.m. #runonsentence
thanks for stopping by! what began as a place to post art entries for illustration friday has become, more or less, just another blog where i share photos and other tidbits of my life, most oftentimes of my kiddo (M, p/k/a LO for "little one") because he *is* my life. oh, yeah... and i do still occasionally find time to post a doodle here and there.