We are not a hunting family, but we’ve explained a few things. Brian was trying to help Ian find a good show and flipped through the hunting channel just in time to see a beautiful moose meet a bullet. Ian said, “That moose got shot! Dad, I’m not big enough to use a gun yet,…
Tag: learning
Mr. Big Stuff
Elijah is getting maddeningly and exponentially more specific in his “needs.” We’ve provided him a substantial vocabulary of signs and words, but just how is he supposed to relay, “I want a drink. Please open the sippy cup cabinet. No I do not want ANY of those sippy cups – I just want the lid…
Trading Money for Toys
I got some cool stuff from Oriental Trading Company. The picture isn’t great but one item is a really cool pipe game for the boys. It helps fine motor skills, planning, cooperation, etc. Ian started building and then decided he was going to create a water slide, so we took the pipes outside and he…
Mathmagic
Ian begged me all week to make lemonade. Finally, I bought two bags of lemons and started the project. Our favorite recipe involves a cup of water per lemon and a quarter cup of sugar per lemon, a lot of peeling or zesting, soaking the peels/zest in the sugar, dissolving it in boiled water, removing…
They Learn Weather I Teach Them…or Not
I turned on the weather this morning, and listened to the “lovely” music while I brushed my hair. Ian, now 4 1/2, breezed in like a dust ball attracted to the static and stared at the TV for a moment. He said, “Mom, it’s going to be seventy-five.” I leaned out from the bathroom to…
He’s 412 Days Old and I’m Going to Gush!
I forgot what a fun age 13 months is! Elijah is a miniature person who has “it” incredibly figured-out. He “talks” on the phone, puts on his brother’s play necklace, tries to put on shirts and socks, stabs at food with a fork, knows what the remote is supposed to do, drives toy cars with great sound effects, and pulls string cheese out of the fridge, doing the Happy Dance as I open it for him.
Visitation Plights
We started last week with a little lite shoplifting. The boys and I joined a friend and her son at a large mall. First, we perused some children’s clothing stores. After ambling halfway to the end of the mall, then cruising back to the start for the “pahhtee,” I discovered two unpurchased pairs sun glasses in my jumbo stroller. I happened to be directly in front of the store whence they came. I walked them back to the rack, remarking to myself that stealing is apparently remarkably easy if one plays the role of an overwhelmed mother of three.
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