Sunday, April 24, 2011
sense
A double pitted tire ridden mud puddle filled with watery splashes from two little boys jumping eagerly in their crocodile mud boots caught my attention from across the yard. Of course it made me smile at their excitement but as I watched their little legs grow darker in shade as the water consumed their clothing in a muddy layering I couldn't help but wonder what was the sense in this? They should make mud pants for little boys as well! What a brilliant idea, well at least for little boys who watch their uncles jump snowmobiles in ditches filled with water as his friends kayak in the glorious wake behind. I suppose taller mud boots would do the trick also :)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
From lunch
"NOoooo!" he screamed, kneeling across the table reaching for his cup. "I want it . . ."
"You can have some more when you eat some chicken nuggets buddy, mmmmmm ketchup, see?" I encouraged as Austin pouted and put his head on the table; two and a half is a tough age to be.
"I need it Aunty," he said with a pushed out lower lip. I reached for his chicken nuggets to take a bite and he reached over and grabbed my hand and started to giggle as he leaned in and stole the chicken from my fork.
"Mine," he said through a food filled smile, his snaggle tooth protruding from the chicken breading.
"Eat some green beans too, they make you strong like grampa," I said as I took a big bite of gren beans.
"NOooooo, like Daddy!" he yelled as he stirred them on his plate.
"Ok, like daddy." I agreed.
"Like Aunty," he said almost instinctively. He is very smart to be messing with me like that. Good thing reverse psychology always works.
"I need this green bean," I said as I poked one from the edge of his plate inciting his fury about the possession of his green beans.
"NOoooo, mine!!" comes out barely audible through a mouth full of green beans. He should comment before he shoves his mouth. He is like a little gopher stuffing his cheeks, almost as if he liked to let it marinate in his mouth for a certain amount of time before swallowing, like a test before the intestines.
"Who made it snow outside last night and took summer away?" I asked his curiously.
"Mommy did." he says in a grumpy tone.
All I could do was giggle and give him a drink of his strawberry milk. At least I am the strong one and mommy makes it snow :)
"You can have some more when you eat some chicken nuggets buddy, mmmmmm ketchup, see?" I encouraged as Austin pouted and put his head on the table; two and a half is a tough age to be.
"I need it Aunty," he said with a pushed out lower lip. I reached for his chicken nuggets to take a bite and he reached over and grabbed my hand and started to giggle as he leaned in and stole the chicken from my fork.
"Mine," he said through a food filled smile, his snaggle tooth protruding from the chicken breading.
"Eat some green beans too, they make you strong like grampa," I said as I took a big bite of gren beans.
"NOooooo, like Daddy!" he yelled as he stirred them on his plate.
"Ok, like daddy." I agreed.
"Like Aunty," he said almost instinctively. He is very smart to be messing with me like that. Good thing reverse psychology always works.
"I need this green bean," I said as I poked one from the edge of his plate inciting his fury about the possession of his green beans.
"NOoooo, mine!!" comes out barely audible through a mouth full of green beans. He should comment before he shoves his mouth. He is like a little gopher stuffing his cheeks, almost as if he liked to let it marinate in his mouth for a certain amount of time before swallowing, like a test before the intestines.
"Who made it snow outside last night and took summer away?" I asked his curiously.
"Mommy did." he says in a grumpy tone.
All I could do was giggle and give him a drink of his strawberry milk. At least I am the strong one and mommy makes it snow :)
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