Wednesday the kids all have a
Halloween, Fall, Harvest, Black and Orange Party. Not sure there is anything we can call it that won’t offend anyone, not even sure we can call it a party (there won’t be any food) but there is some resemblance of a holiday I celebrated as a child called Halloween. Based on the sarcasm you can tell I’m a little disappointed that the celebrations of my youth are no longer acceptable in modern society. I’m not a huge fan of Halloween ( can skip all the skeletons, spooky stuff, and ghosts) but I do like the costume part and the trick-or-treating. The kids are still allowed to wear costumes to the Wednesday gathering so I am glad that hasn’t been banned but I wish our kids could still celebrate the same way we did when we were growing up. I guess the kids will just ahve to hear more “When I was a kid…” stories from Mom and Dad.
This years costumes are…teenager who in my opinion is too old to trick or treat (Joey), Harry Potter (Josh), Black Cape Guy (Johnny), Indian Girl (Lexi), Bumble Bee (Cassie) and Wonder Woman (Callie). I’ll post pictures if I can get them all in the same place at the same time!
The girls both had “Share Bag” for preschool yesterday. Their job was to bring in something that starts with the letter “B” (remember that’s how we all learned our letters?). So Callie ran around and found her blankie, a Hot Wheels Bus, and a Pet Shop butterfly (that was no longer mummified in Scotch Tape). She proudly put them in her bag. Cassie went to her room and came out with her new stuffed shark.
“Honey, you need to find something that starts with the letter “B”.
She knew shark didn’t start with B but it was new and that is what she really wanted to bring in for sharing. Her defense:
“The shark LIKES the letter ‘B’.” So she brought in her letter-loving shark.
All of our Littlest Pet Shop figures have been mummified. 15 of them completely wrapped in Scotch Tape. So are about 10 of our Hot Wheels Cars. Scotch Tape is 97 cents a roll and the girls got 2 hours of fun out of that activity (plus the time it will take to unmummify them) I think that’s a pretty big bang for the buck. Compares to the value of throwing an 84 cent roll of toilet paper into their room. I can usually get three rooms vacuumed and a load of laundry folded during that time.
As most 4-year-olds, the girls mispronounce some words. They often leave off the initial “s” sound on words. Here’s how their new Squirrel Song is supposed to go:
“Gray squirrel ,gray squirrel, swish your bushy tail.”
This is how they sing it:
“Gray quirrel, gray quirrel, quish your bushy tail.”
(It’s very cute.)
Just gave my oldest $5 to go to the youth group event tonight where they are playing games and getting Baker’s Square pie. Wait a second. I want Baker’s Square pie! For a few dollars more I could get a WHOLE pie and share it with my husband while my oldest babysits. That sounds like a better gig! No wait “motherly love”, “sacrifice”, “live vicariously” OR “French Silk”!!
Dad: “There’s going to be a very important show on tonight. Do you know what it is?”
Callie: “Transformers?” (Dad’s favorite movie.)
You all know the volumes of artwork your kids make or bring home from school. Some go on the fridge, some in a special box in their rooms, others you probably have mysteriously disappear after a few weeks (or days). Callie was working diligently at the table for quite a while, I was making dinner. When I went over to see what she was working on I wasn’t sure what to say. She had a big stack of white printer paper (actually removed from out printer) and she was taking her glue stick, outlining each sheet with glue and sticking them all together in a big stack! I know art is not always about the end result, it’s about the process (or something like that). (That one will be “Not to Save”)
Cassie and Callie were riding their trikes in the driveway and playing in the leaves (or so I thought). Cassie came running in, “Mom, we need a new van!” Not a good sign. Here’s what I found: How is that possible? She was hanging on it (not even sure what to call it) and pulled it off. How does one think of doing that? Luckily it was an easy fix and the door closes fine. I never told her NOT to do it so I suppose it is my fault…again. -Cindy
It’s that time of year. I went up to the cabin with the girls to do some yard work etc. and it occurred to me that when an adult sees a pile of leaves they think of all the work that it will take to rake it up, bag it up, haul it a way. Kids look at a pile of leaves and it is pure joy! Lexi would pile the leaves up and have Cassie and Callie bring little wagons full of leaves and then they would all run and jump in it. I know it is a basic thing but it was so enjoyable to watch them play together in the leaves. Gave me something fun to do while I raked, bagged and hauled. : )
If my Ice Cube Box invention doesn’t catch on I’m going with the “Slot Machine Toilet”. It’s programmed like a slot machine so that every eighth, twelfth or twentieth player is a winner, all you have to do to play is FLUSH! There is seemingly some confusion at our house about this step in the pottying process (and I’m not referring to the most recent trainees). How hard is it to flush? Really? Is there that much urgency to get back to making wallets out of duct tape that you forget to flush? I know I’d get rich with a toilet like that in our house.
Until I get the patent on that I’m going with an intimidating poster: