Monday, December 28, 2009

Two snowmen converged in our yard

Our yard has two snowmen - one was a traditional three tier snowman (engineer style), and the other was a big mound (mom and kid style). We thought both were complete until dinner that night when S looks at us very seriously and says, "Mama I want to give my snowman a penis and a bottom." Very funny! Don't worry, we didn't add anything to the snowman.

Day two - it had gotten warmer, we looked outside at the creations and one snowman had lost his head. S explained, "Your snowman lost his head daddy, mine didn't because I pushed it down." The kid style snowman (big mound of snow) wins!

Morning meat

Better late than never right?

I was reminded of this the other night when we were having turkey for dinner. On Thanksgiving, S declared that he wanted morning meat and dark meat! What else can I say about that - he has a great view of the world.

Monday, December 14, 2009

The Value of Education

I'm not sure how the conversation got started exactly but S and I were talking about school at dinner last night. He was saying things like, "when I get bigger I can go by myself." Then he said, "when I'm grown up I won't go to school anymore." My response, what else could it have been really,
Me: "You've got at least 20 years or so of school ahead of you buddy."
S: "Why?"
Me: "Because your dad and I value education, we think it's really important that you go to school and learn."
S: "Why?"
Me: "Because then you'll have all sorts of choices and options in your life and you can be anything you want to be when you grow up."
S: "This looks like a monster [referring to the dried kiwi he was holding]."
Me: "You're right it does kind of look like a monster."
Followed by a lot of laughing.

I'm looking forward to the many conversations we'll have that go something like this!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Curling 101: Preschool Style

S has become totally obsessed with curling. Everyday this week when I arrive to pick him up, he's lying on the floor holding random toys pretending to "curl". The other day he had two measuring cups and a whisk, and his teachers informed me that he was playing curling all day with whatever he had in his hands.

Apparently his enthusiasm for the sport has started to rub off and now his teachers want us to come in and talk to the kids about curling - really, curling for 2-3 year olds, I can't even imagine how that talk would go (ironically I spend a lot of my work life focused on helping parents talk with their kids about tough topics like alcohol and sex, maybe I should add curling to that list?). S thinks it's totally cool though and keeps asking when we can bring our curling rock and broom to school.

Today he is supposed to take his friends into the hallway (the curling ice) so they can all curl together - we'll see how that goes.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Purple, flowers, and they light up!

The school bag filled with snacks, a drink, a pack of pull ups, a spare pair of pants, an extra pair of mittens, and a few other random things did not have shoes in it this morning. S was wearing his snow boots and we forgot shoes. Fortunately he was excited to borrow a pair of "center shoes." I personally find it a bit gross but am glad they have them for times like today and was relieved to not have to run home. So he chose a pair of purple shoes with little flowers on the side that light up - what is cooler than that!

PS There were only 4 kids in his room at the time, and two forgot shoes, so I don't feel so bad.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Team Foo Foo

S has a wonderful imagination - whether it's talking to his imaginary friend in the backseat and sharing his snack with "Baka" or "Maka" or whoever is back there with him, to staging football games, curling matches, and pretending we're toddlers at his school - the details are vivid and the fun can last for hours.

The biggest excitement lately has been playing football and now curling. He puts on his winter coat or his football pads as he calls them, his winter hat (aka his football helmet), grabs his recorder from Uncle Ira for his whistle and the game begins. It involves throwing a football running after it, calling for a tackle or "pile up" and now he'll even declare a first down for touchdown (after measuring of course). The other night he asked me, "do you want me to tell you what team I'm on."
Me: "Of course, what team are you on?"
S: "Umm, Team Foo Foo." (followed by hysterical laughter)

Curling is a bit trickier, but no less fun. Grab a few wooden blocks (curling rocks), a plastic spoon (curling broom) and you're set. I usually get to watch with one of his stuffed animals behind the glass (couch) until it's time for him to take a break and "the kids (i.e. me and a stuffed elephant)" get to go on the ice. Yesterday during curling I was reminded of how truly literal an almost 3 yr old can be. He said it was his turn to throw the rock, so he picks up a wooden block and hurls it across the room. Hmm, try explaining that we use the word throw in curling, but the rocks never come off the ice and it's more of a push down the ice rather than an actual throw. Another good reminder of how important language can be.