it’s gonna be a really good day.
This is soooo much better than losing your marbles.
Isn’t it interesting that your children can have certain toys that stay cooped up in their play area forEVER, and then all of a sudden…they can’t get enough? I suppose that’s why the brilliant child development people advise us parents to “rotate their toys.”
Perhaps I’ll finally remember to do that when I have grandchildren.
Marbles and sunspots are helly cool.
You put your cat in a box.
I think that those people who go the hardest get smacked down the hardest.
Our 9yo is that, exactly. Always into things full throttle, he has seen no sense in resting. In fact, at the beginning of every break from school (be it summer or other holiday breaks), he will break down into tears at bedtime if he feels that he didn’t squeeze the very life out of every minute of that day. I remember feeling that same way, well into my 30s, and would wake up in the wee hours of the morning thinking, “Oh no! I didn’t do enough!”
But he showed me something different this time. He came down with a gnarly case of strep on Sunday morning, meaning that there was a wait for relief until a Monday doc appointment, which gave that stuff an extra tough grip on him. He was flattened. And this child, who hasn’t taken regular naps since the age of two, has taken daily naps for the last four days. He has said things like, “I think I should stay low-key today,” and, “If I play outside for 45 minutes, will you remind me to come in and rest a bit?”
He’s decades ahead of me of understanding the whole rest thing. (I understand it now, mind you. I can rest with the best.)
So there I was, all book-smart and life savvy, being schooled on balance by my kid.
Keeping it real, though, we are now past the “balance” part and have flown straight into “I’m feeling better and a little mean” part. I can always tell when they’re coming out of the sickly fog when they start the orneriness and feistiness with each other. (I think they’re taking cues from the animals…)
Back to life as we know it. ;)
Our 5yo is our unintentional comedian. He’s been asking for days if he could please keep the next box we get, so today I obliged. When I saw him next, he had the box on his head, but was trying to draw eyes on it by reaching under and around the box to draw them on blindly.
We smothered our giggles and continued to watch.
Then he asked Daddy if he could please use big brother’s pocket knife. Daddy obliged. When I saw him next, well, here you go.
After freeing some eye holes, he then made the box into a pair of pants. Continue reading…
Just because he’s recently had a haircut but still has a huge scratch under his left cheek. And just because he’s not in athletic shorts and mismatched socks. ;)
His 9th birthday. :)
Riding the wave of his love for the game, we had a bit of a Rockies theme.
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.”
We, once again, have become the napping house.
This kitten is like his animal totem when he naps, content to curl up on his belly and watch over him while he rests. The boys have been playing so hard outside each day that down-time comes as a welcome relief. Sometimes, it comes right before dinner, and yet it still does not discourage their regular bedtime. My friend, Nicole, said it perfectly last week on a rainy day: Continue reading…
I enjoy summer. I enjoy summer so very much that I believe Ben Harper wrote his song, “She’s Only Happy in the Sun” about yours truly (at least that line). Every morning, I open the shutters a little to make sure that the sun is already making shadows around the yard and on the street, and every evening we eat outside while loving that last peek of sunshine over the mountains. Some mornings I wake up and panic a little, wondering if I’m running out of summertime.
If it rains, it’s usually a warm rain that begs bare feet to run through the puddles it makes, but it doesn’t leave the air very muggy afterwards.
And the smell of freshly cut grass is one of the sweetest scents of all. Continue reading…