So I asked Scout what he expected me to put in his lunch for a sandwich. I know sandwiches aren’t required, but I am not going to be the mom that sends her kid to school with a thermos full of soup!
So as I tried to tell him that he should love peanut butter because it is just smashed peanuts — he wasn’t going for it.
So I grabbed a bunch of peanuts and made both school-aged children start de-shelling.
After removing the skins — we were ready to blend.
And after some taste testing, Scout was decently sold.
So come Kindergarten day 1 — PB&J’s will be on the menu.
Not too shabby.
Loving the shallots.
Hating the braided carrot.
Loving the soybeans.
Hating that I had to leave for 3 weeks while my garden was in full bloom.
Micah told me about some crazy place he went when he was young where they got to play in the mud and build stuff with real hammers/nails and saws. I almost didn’t believe the place ever existed. Well, it did, and is still around.
Of course I talked my cohort into going with me — and Nonnie…you are ALWAYS a trooper!
Just like Huck Finn, they got to paddle around on rafts.
Navy took the easy route and just took a ride from Scout.
Then it was off to the ropes course that Navy repeated over and over.
Then it was the mud/water slide.
And then I taught them how to hammer their own forts.
After which they practiced getting the nails in…
…and out.
This adventurous girl loved it.
This adventurous boy loved it.
And this adventurous baby will love it in about three years.
Until then, he had a grand old time gnawing on some pretzels.
Thank you again Nonnie.
Dashy is becoming a bit high maintenance. No matter where I am, he crawls right over to me and “uh uh uh”’s until I pick him up. I don’t mind one bit. But getting things done with him always in my arms is next to impossible. But I’ll take it while I can get it.
Here is a typical time I am on the computer for .2 seconds before he shows up with the cutest face on earth.
Bills/blogging/responsibilities can all wait.
I’ve got a baby to hold!
Scout came to coozie with me in bed during the night at 3 am. We both tossed and turned because it was so hot — and you know that we are tow lovers of the FREEZING COLD while we sleep. (We get that from my mom!) So by about 4:15, I finally turned to him and said, “You know what just opened? The donut store –should we go take a special date?” He was totally excited and hopped right up.
Since he sleeps in his underpants, I grabbed his blanket and we headed out.
It took a few minutes for him to wake up all the way, but when he did, he ordered up a warm glaze twist — exactly what I ordered when I was his age!
When we got home, he came up with the idea of sitting in our back yard and watching the stars. We had the best hour — just the two of us. And while we talked, he said the cutest things.
“Mom, it must be really interesting being a star.”
Mom, do you know what it sounds like when birds snore? TWEEEEET.”
And the cutest of them all….
“Mom, I want to do this every night with you.”
From one freckled nose to another — so do I.
It was just an afternoon with four boys swimming.
But the third boy had curiously long hair.
And showed up to the after-swimming-snack with pink on.
Something fishy was going on – good thing Spiderman was there to save the day!
I was organizing some kitchen cupboards with Dash as my sidekick.
My perfect little boy showed his first weaselly sign.
(Please let this be a fluke, because Scout was perfect in his seat at all times, and Navy was a blasted nightmare who stood up every time she got in.)
Scout had a talk with him.
And I gave him some bribes to stay seated.
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So why don’t I use the seat belt — you ask?
Baby chair seat belts gross me out.
I never use them at restaurants or at home.
So I guess I don’t have room to complain.
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Sidenote: This boy has already learned what “No No” means. I am not big into baby proofing everything in the house, because I don’t think they learn that way. And then what happens when you go anywhere else. So now my little 9 months old boy crawls and if he gets close to the stairs, or anything else sketchy, I use my stern voice and say, “No No” and he looks at me with a huge smile on his face and crawls away.
While Micah is surfing it up in Mexico, the kids and I have been having a ton of fun. Especially at night when the Olympics come on, and both of my oldest are pretty into them. (Although Navy cheers for Michael Phelps on every event.) So last night, as I asked Scout, “When you are in the Olympics, which event will you compete in?” And his response — without flinching was, “Running of course.”
DUH!
And then he proceeded to stand up and make me watch him run to his bedroom door and back “faster than the guys in the Olympics”.
When I asked Scout what he expected me to put in his lunch this year at school, he said he would do a PB&J — if it was my “J”. So I whipped up some raspberry jam that very night, and it is sitting on my counter for its 24 hours — then heading into the freezer for September.
Upon taste, Scout told me — “Well, maybe I could just have a Raspberry jam sandwich.” I’ll take that as a compliment. But he heard a resounding “Yeah Right!”
My mom made cinnamon rolls today.
Guess who licked the bowl?
Tweedle Dee.
And Tweedle Dum.
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