Interesting.
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
The other day I heard Henry in the other room giving Charlie a lesson in how to fart silently so his classmates wouldn’t hear.
I almost ruptured my spleen trying not to laugh, but frankly it is good, practical advice which will serve him well next year in Kindergarten.
Possibly I should warn his teacher in advance…
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
Charlie (4.5) and I were alone tonight way past bedtime waiting for Craig to bring big brothers Ed and Henry home from a movie party. I asked Charlie if he missed his brothers, and he said “Yeah.”
Me: “I don’t have any brothers. What’s it like?”
Charlie: [Pause.] “It’s like… being really happy.”
Me: “What else is it like?”
Charlie: “That’s it. Just happy.”
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
This year Craig signed up to coach Ed’s soccer team. Previously he’s been assistant coach, but this year they were short on volunteers. So part of his “training” is doing an online course in safety and procedures and such.
And generally the training is reasonable and helpful and pretty much what you’d expect. Except when you get to this instructions for what to do… well, I’m not sure when you’d need to use a tourniquet at a 7 year old’s soccer game, but just in case, now we know.
Step Four: Tourniquet should be used if the other methods fail. Place the tourniquet between the heart and the wound, as close to the wound as possible, and tighten until the bleeding stops. Attach a note to the victim with the date, time and location of tourniquet. Cover victim to prevent shock.
And that’s it. Attach a note and then what?
Step Five: take victim to hospital? Notify parents? Give player a red card? Resume play?
Victim? Was this mistakenly copied from some bionuclear fallout radiation training plan? Because this shit is scary!
Man. This is going to be one hell of a season.
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
I’m a big believer in letting kids look like what they want to look like. I only pick out their outfits when we’re going someplace fancy, and they get to choose what haircut they want.
So when my older two boys wanted REALLY short hair, of course the 4 year old had to have it too.
Don’t kill me, Mom :) They love their new hair!
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
My day began running my 4 year old to the bathroom so he could throw up in the tub. Repeat throughout the day.
I was just changing into my PJs and heard the 17 year old cat starting to vomit — I made him do it in his water bowl so I wouldn’t have to clean the rug.
The cat was pissed, and I’m going to bed.
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
Sometimes I just like to shut my eyes and fall into the middle of the pile of my boys and get my fill of their love and joy.
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
I still do it, but now it is all contained in my shared google reader items. You can subscribe to the feed if you like. Or if you’d rather just get it all once a day, you can subscribe in email. Hope that helps :)
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
Lately I’ve been reading a great book series which I’d like to post about, but I just can’t stomach having to add the ‘this is NOT a sponsored post’ or ‘I bought these with my own money’ disclaimers. It’s discouraging and off-putting.
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
I’ve never ever ever watched a DVD ‘deleted scene’ which was wrongly cut out of the move — why do they include this crap??
{ Comments on this entry are closed }
