I was reading Po a book about kindergarten this evening, and a page came up where the kids were asked to think of words that start with "A."
As I was reading the responses you would expect out of the kids appearing in the kindergarten book, Po, said "I know one! Annual!"
Yup.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Mommy and Daddy are Pitching a Tent in the Backyard
Cam passed out on the couch this evening, and I'm letting her sleep there. She hasn't had dinner yet, and she'll probably wet herself, but I think her body is telling her what she needs, and it's sleep. So Po and I went through the nighttime routine alone with a few modifications. He told me he couldn't sleep in the room without Cam and requested to go to sleep in our bed.
"Okay." I said.
"Goodie!" He grabbed Super (blankie) as I prepared his water, and then he proceeded to load his arms. "I need T-rexy pillow pet, and kitty, and my batman monster truck, and Optimus Prime..."
"Whoa. Daddy will be home soon. Will there be room for all of that?" I inquired.
Po shrugged, "Yeah, it's a big bed."
"Okay." I said.
"Goodie!" He grabbed Super (blankie) as I prepared his water, and then he proceeded to load his arms. "I need T-rexy pillow pet, and kitty, and my batman monster truck, and Optimus Prime..."
"Whoa. Daddy will be home soon. Will there be room for all of that?" I inquired.
Po shrugged, "Yeah, it's a big bed."
Geography
Here in Phoenix, we're transitioning from "might it stay below 100º today?" to the reality of "it's never going to be less than 102º until October." Every year, I go through the stages of denial where I torture my family by keeping the thermostat at an unreasonably high temperature, which I will not disclose. I finally decided it was time to go full-force-summer-AC.
As I was helping Po get into his PJs tonight, he declared under fan and vent, "Mommy, it's like Antarctica in here!"
Really. You're five.
As I was helping Po get into his PJs tonight, he declared under fan and vent, "Mommy, it's like Antarctica in here!"
Really. You're five.
What School is Really All About
We've been having a lot of special meals lately and eating out frequently since Grandma has been here for two weeks. Teen Thing B has been taking some sweet leftovers to school and keeps returning home from the day bragging about how he's making his buddies jealous with his fab lunches.
The boys (B and Po) split a leftover chocolate bunny for desert this evening. It was pretty huge, but I wanted the thing out of the pantry, so I let them have at it. About halfway through his half, B succumbed to the chocolate heft and his desire to continue to impress, and declared that he would take the rest with his lunch to school tomorrow.
Po took a couple more bites of the ass-end of the bunny and asked if he could "save the feet for kindergarten so I can make all of my new friends jealous like brother."
I let him know that kindergarten doesn't start until July 30.
He pondered for a moment, then said "well, will it keep until then?"
"I don't think so." I said. "Why don't we just put it in the fridge and save it for another day? Maybe tomorrow."
His eyes lit up. "I know! Let's have a play date with (BFF) BK tomorrow! He'll be really jealous of my bunny feet!"
Aren't big brothers the best for teaching life lessons? And I should most definitely win a prize for thinking my pre-K son has the same sense of humor as the freshman.
The boys (B and Po) split a leftover chocolate bunny for desert this evening. It was pretty huge, but I wanted the thing out of the pantry, so I let them have at it. About halfway through his half, B succumbed to the chocolate heft and his desire to continue to impress, and declared that he would take the rest with his lunch to school tomorrow.
Po took a couple more bites of the ass-end of the bunny and asked if he could "save the feet for kindergarten so I can make all of my new friends jealous like brother."
I let him know that kindergarten doesn't start until July 30.
He pondered for a moment, then said "well, will it keep until then?"
"I don't think so." I said. "Why don't we just put it in the fridge and save it for another day? Maybe tomorrow."
His eyes lit up. "I know! Let's have a play date with (BFF) BK tomorrow! He'll be really jealous of my bunny feet!"
Aren't big brothers the best for teaching life lessons? And I should most definitely win a prize for thinking my pre-K son has the same sense of humor as the freshman.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Spy Supplies
Well before dawn, Cam was inserting herself into the parent sandwich of the bed. A few minutes later, Po emerged from our bathroom and snuggled up next to my other side, holding two empty toilet paper rolls.
"Why in the world would you throw away spy binoculars?" he grilled me.
"Sorry, bud," I said. "I didn't realize you wanted them."
"Well, of course. All you have to do is glue them together and you have spy binoculars. Then all I have to do is design them. I'll draw a princess on one side as best I can so Cam can share them with me, and on the other side I'll draw a robot as best I can. I like robots. Can you help me right now?"
"Well, just let me–" Cam cut me off.
"Po, princesses go with stripes. And zebras go with stripes," she piped in her graphic opinion.
He laid there silent for a moment, then, announced, "hey, you just gave me a great idea! I'll draw a princess on your side and a zebra on my side. Stripes, stripes. All I need is black and white."
"But, Po, white crayons don't work." Ever the realist.
"Well, Cam, I'm doing it, anyway. It's settled. Princess zebra spy binoculars. Moooooommmmmmmyyyyyyy. Get out of bed!"
And here I am, spy binocular construction complete before my morning coffee.
"Why in the world would you throw away spy binoculars?" he grilled me.
"Sorry, bud," I said. "I didn't realize you wanted them."
"Well, of course. All you have to do is glue them together and you have spy binoculars. Then all I have to do is design them. I'll draw a princess on one side as best I can so Cam can share them with me, and on the other side I'll draw a robot as best I can. I like robots. Can you help me right now?"
"Well, just let me–" Cam cut me off.
"Po, princesses go with stripes. And zebras go with stripes," she piped in her graphic opinion.
He laid there silent for a moment, then, announced, "hey, you just gave me a great idea! I'll draw a princess on your side and a zebra on my side. Stripes, stripes. All I need is black and white."
"But, Po, white crayons don't work." Ever the realist.
"Well, Cam, I'm doing it, anyway. It's settled. Princess zebra spy binoculars. Moooooommmmmmmyyyyyyy. Get out of bed!"
And here I am, spy binocular construction complete before my morning coffee.
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