Live. Laugh. Create. Inspire.

There are many yucky things that come with being a parent. Like when SK poo pooed in the bathtub last weekend, at someone else’s house. But, for some reason, this sicks me out more than cleaning projectile vomit chunks out of the mesh of the pack and play, fishing a plastic object out of the poo in a diaper or medicating a horrible pavement burn on my husband’s leg. (Never knew I was signing up for THAT when we said “till death do us part!”)

This week, SK was eating pretzels and one of them fell into her diaper. It sat in there for awhile, marinating in urine until it was nice and plump and soggy. As I was putting her swim diaper on at the pool, the pretzel fell out to the side, onto the towel. At that very moment, J walked by and before I could do anything, she ATE it!

Sick.

I guess 4 year olds don’t yet have deductive reasoning skills to think soggy pretzel’s current location may indicate its past location.

It is amazing to me how much technology affects one’s viewpoint of the world. When N and J take a picture with an ancient camera I let them play with, they “show” me the picture on the back even though it’s not a digital camera.

Recently J asked me, “Mom, are we going to have our quiet time today?” (Quiet time is 40 minutes they spend alone in their rooms each afternoon that either takes the place of a nap, or sometimes turns into one.)

Because of what we had going that afternoon, I said, “Well, J, I’m not sure yet.”

Exasperated, she responded, “WELL, JUST CHECK THE INTERNET!”

This is N’s bug catching uniform. When he sees a (dead)  bug he wants to catch, on go the gloves, ear phones and glasses with one eye missing. Out  comes the small pot and he’s in business.

I love it, just love it!

This winter, N was on a basketball team. He was also sick for 6 consecutive weeks which meant his basketball attendance was only about 50%. Somehow, I never even took one picture! But, he loved his team, his coach and the very important drills that they did before every game.

One of these drills was called ‘high knees’. The kids would jog across the gym while trying to lift their knees as high as possible. At home, N loved to be the coach and have J do the drills. One day he was telling her to do high knees to which she responded….

“Oh yeah, high knees! Like a high knees restaurant! We’ve been there before!”

When N’s preschool teacher put him in the car last week she told me he was the only one in the class who knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. He told them he wanted to be an engineer and when asked what an engineer does, he answered, “build stuff.”

Well, I think he’s off to a good start. This is what he invented in my bathroom this week while I was getting ready to take him to school.

Hands free hairdryer. And, it really works!