Spoons
When I was a kid, my parents marvelled at my one, true talent. Hanging a spoon from my nose. It seems it runs in the family.
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Water, Water, Everywhere…
On Saturday I came home from a scorching hot (74 degrees) soccer game to discover that Ty(5) and Lily(10) had embarked on a new money-making adventure.
They had set up a water stand.
And they were selling water.
From the tap.
Ty says, This is how we are going to get rich!!! Now, mommy and daddy, you need to buy some water and drink it.
Dave has never been able to pass up a stand where kids are selling things and so he diligently paid a quarter (even though the price tag said 1 cent) for a kid-sized cup of tap water. It had one ice cube floating in it. All eyes then turned to me. I said, hey honey how about buying me some water, it can be like a date.
Dave frowned and dug through the junk drawer and produced another quarter for my glass of water. I guess he had other things in mind for our date.
This money-making venture produced squeals of delight from Ty as he has huge dreams of purchasing the LEGO Death Star, which costs a mere 400 dollars. He then required that I buy another cup of water but this time I had to select the heart glass because, he said, mommy you love me so much.
Yes, I do. I am buying water twice to add to your Death Star fund. Water, by the way, that was mine to begin with. Or at least mine by marriage.
But I kept these thoughts to myself and enjoyed the joy of the little ones as they tallied up the 56 cents they “earned” and clinked it into their money banks. And the water tasted really really good.
Cheers!
Twas The Night Before Kindergarten
We made our peace a long time ago that Ty prefers to sleep with mommy and daddy.
I think in Ty’s first week of life, we realized that this kid may sleep with us until he goes to college. No joke. College.
It complicates certain issues, surely, but, it also has its perks.
Last night I turned the light out and turned toward my sound asleep little boy who was starting kindergarten the next day. I looked into his slumbering face and marvelled at his perfection, his long lashes, his scraggly hair. I thought about how I was probably NOT going to cry when I dropped him off the next morning at kindergarten — really — but right now in the moonlight I wanted to memorize his face, what he looked like the night before. I cuddled in, I felt my heart swell.
My heart swelled just in time for Ty’s right arm to swing around and punch me smack in the nose.
His eyes then fluttered open and he said, “Oh, sorry mommy, I thought you were Lily.”
Holding Up "K's" For Kindergarden
Follow that Potty!!!
Recently we went to my hometown of Yakima to visit family and enjoy the blistering dry heat and desert sun. Going from the Seattle area to Yakima requires going across a mountain pass. The condition of “The Pass” is forever a source of discussion in the state of Washington. Is it snowing? Is there construction? Are there avalanches? Is it backed up with traffic? Upon entering The Pass there is very very very little in the way of civilization until Ellensburg (smack dab in the middle of the state) and some people might argue that Ellensburg does not constitute real cililization.
So, on late Sunday afternoon we headed back, hoping that the kids would rest, the baby would sleep and we would make it home in time to order take out and watch some DVR-ed shows. Most people who travel The Pass stop “at the top” to take in the beauty, stretch, and use the state provided bathrooms. As we passed that last rest area before “the top” I realized that I was cutting it a little bit close in terms of that state provided bathroom. But, hey, I have a teacher bladder and I am sure I can make it.
Then we hit traffic.
Bad traffic.
Backed up for miles, bad traffic.
I am sure we’ll be along shortly. We all thought.
So, to pass the time time (no pun intended) and to take my mind of the every-growing need to pee, I pulled out my camera.
Here is Jade’s vote for our Christmas picture 2010. What is clear to me, is that we need a bigger car.
Entertaining the baby.
After a while I noticed that there were children playing on the freeway. I then started to fear for my bladder.
Facebook updates informed us that we were looking at 10 miles of backups and a possible 2 hour delay.
I looked to my right — only to see a sheer rock face. No hope for a behind-the-tree emergency potty break
I looked to my left — only to see tons of oncoming traffic. This is the one are of The Pass that does not have a center median. No relief there.
I spotted possible salvation parked behind us.
This is one of those times I don’t think I am going to be able to talk Dave into helping out. There is no way he is going to walk up to that camper, knock ont he door, and ask if his wife can use their bathroom. Besides, it might have a serial killer inside, or really mean outdoorsmen.
Luckily, 90 minutes after we stopped, the lane next to us starting moving. The camper pulled in next to us, and then pulled ahead, and as I saw my last hope drive off I shouted, “FOLLOW THAT POTTY!” And we did.
I made it just in time.
Even teacher-bladders have their limit.
