This babe doesn't dig the pears and banana baby food I'm trying to get in his diet these days. But he does love my afternoon green smoothie. It must be the Greek yogurt and spinach that he's tasting and loves. No wait, it's probably the peanut butter and vanilla protein powder. Love the stache!
Let me first explain that currently, my kids and their cousin are way into money. They collect coins, count their coins, draw their coins, make magnets out of coins, fold their dollars and put them in extra special boxes, sort their money, tabulate their money, study the pictures on money, ask how they can earn money. It is endless! In fact the other day, said cousin was brushing sand off of our picnic table and said, "Ash, how much can I earn by doing this?" The answer was, nothing. But be assured, I am happy to give payment when it is due. Yesterday afternoon was just a time.
Little cousin loves to earn money and so he suggested to my boys that they all set up a table outside and sell some art. They were game. They got busy creating drawings, taking time to make art that people "would want to buy." This was very important to them and lots of effort was put into their work. After some time, they were ready to set up shop. 25 cents per picture.
Let it be known that I never would have done anything like this as a kid. It scared me. I didn't want to fail, and never tried. I'd like to say I've grown out of this tendency, but I have not, and nearly every bone in my mother body wanted to tell them to forget the enterprise and heck, I'll pay you for cleaning off the picnic table! But I didn't. I sat back and watched their teamwork and organization. They walked boldly to the end of the driveway and for 45 minutes they sold their wares. They made $2.50. I was impressed and so very proud of what they accomplished!
It was magic. And it made me want to make sure I stop at every stand I see this spring and summer.
While Oliver is at school, Ansel has a lot of time to show Ian how things are done.
At carpool the other day I was wearing these glasses for the first time when I picked up the kids. I got some varied responses.
"Mom you look different," said Ansel.
"You look like a famous person," said Ollie.
"You look like a boy! Boys can have ponytails you know," said Oliver's friend.
"I got these glasses for $3 at Nordstrom rack so I say these look like a steal!" I replied.
And with all that honesty, we drove home.
I'm tired (communicated through crying).
Mom, is it fast Sunday today or slow Sunday?
The rains came down and the flowers came up!
I remember when I was in nursery. I played with puzzles and had a great teacher. Those were the good old days.
Ollie had his first piano recital a while back. The kid was nervous but mustered up the courage and played like a champ! I was impressed.
He is so much better at piano than I was at his age. And his teacher is superb.
Ansel has been waiting to turn four for a long time now. The day finally came and he was so very excited. This guy is such a treat to have around.
He LOVES to swing on the swing downstairs and listen to music. He knows pretty much all of the songs on several CDs and their order. His interpretation of words is classic. He sings "I bought the law and the law won!" with such enthusiasm.
He loves the game Temple Run. He loves it so much we limit it to about 15 minutes a day or else we get frustration that he can't play it more. So yesterday, instead of playing it on a mobile device, we ran around the house collecting coins, jumping for gems, and ducking from prickly plants. All his idea! At the end, Ansel exclaimed, "I'm sweat[y]."
His latest is gathering rocks from outside and painting them. He loves to find granite rocks and he likes to paint them gold.
And one day before his birthday, he was running so fast in the house, tripped on the baby bouncy seat and hit his head on the edge of the wall. Six staples later a very brave boy is very protective of the wound. "I had to get staples. Don't touch them!"
And sometimes he'll just stop and say, "Mom," and I'll ask him what he needs and he'll say, "I love you."
Sometimes I'll look at my kids seriously and say to them, "Hey, I want to tell you something." They'll stop and look back, wondering what could be so important. Then I say, "Please, just stop growing!" It makes them laugh every time and they respond with, "Mom, we can't stop growing!" They then explain that their bodies simply grow on their own and they can't do anything to intervene. In fact, they don't want to stop growing. Dang, I'm out of luck. I do so enjoy each of them at these ages, regardless of how little sleep I'm getting (I'm looking at you Ian:).
I saw this ad in a magazine I was reading the other day.
It made me sure that I never wanted to ever try that pizza-like concoction pictured in that microwaveable bag.
On the bottom in small text it read, it's what inside your teen's snack that counts. I couldn't help but laugh.