A Very, Very Funny Man
This is a quick, non-essential post, but those of you who know who Dora the Explorer is will appreciate it.
Sometimes when I need a good laugh, I go to youtube and type in "Brian Regan." I found one that I hadn't heard yet. My kids used to watch Dora the Explorer, and I know a lot of you out there have kids who watch her. Enjoy!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Boys Can Fix Anything
So the prince of this blog, came to me the other day, holding a little pile of colored kindling. He told me that the princess of this other blog, wanted him to fix it. "It's a birdhouse." My first thought was "my, what trust she has in a 6-year old boy." I thought that maybe when you are three, 6-year old males seem very mature and competent at fixing construction problems.
I also thought about the fact that I believe that dads can fix anything...this is because my dad could, and did; and so far, my husband hasn't proven my theory wrong (this is partially because he had a mother that forced him to learn how to fix things because they didn't have the money to pay someone to do it). So I said, "I bet her daddy could fix it for her (an example of how her daddy fixes things can be found here and here), you don't have to do it, son." To which he responded, "No-I have to do it. I told her I would, and that I'd bring it to her when it was done."
My, what dedication. So he went to find his dad, because the prince also knows that dads can fix anything. Of course, his dad helped him fix it, sturdy and strong with some wood glue. The prince was so proud and excited to give it back to the princess.
Still curious about what would possess someone (even someone who is three) to ask a young boy to fix a birdhouse, I asked my son how the conversation went. I was thinking that the princess just came up and said, "My birdhouse is broken, will you fix it and bring it to me when it's done?" And, knowing this particular princess, I could see her doing that. Again, this holds to the idea that 6-year olds seem mature when you are three.
What actually happened, however, supported another theory I have had about my son for quite some time. This being "The Prince thinks he can do anything--no challenge is too great." As it turned out, after some heavy questioning on my part, I found that he had seen the princess with the broken birdhouse, who turned to him and said, "The birdhouse is broken." At which time, the prince said, "I can fix it for you."
Side note: Helping the princess in this way spurred a conversation between the princes's two sisters, about how there may be some "crushing" going on between the prince and princess, and how we are going to need to inform them that cousins can't marry each other. The prince, who was in the room, and heard the whole conversation, said with no small degree of consternation, "I KNOW that, guys!"
So the prince of this blog, came to me the other day, holding a little pile of colored kindling. He told me that the princess of this other blog, wanted him to fix it. "It's a birdhouse." My first thought was "my, what trust she has in a 6-year old boy." I thought that maybe when you are three, 6-year old males seem very mature and competent at fixing construction problems.
I also thought about the fact that I believe that dads can fix anything...this is because my dad could, and did; and so far, my husband hasn't proven my theory wrong (this is partially because he had a mother that forced him to learn how to fix things because they didn't have the money to pay someone to do it). So I said, "I bet her daddy could fix it for her (an example of how her daddy fixes things can be found here and here), you don't have to do it, son." To which he responded, "No-I have to do it. I told her I would, and that I'd bring it to her when it was done."
My, what dedication. So he went to find his dad, because the prince also knows that dads can fix anything. Of course, his dad helped him fix it, sturdy and strong with some wood glue. The prince was so proud and excited to give it back to the princess.
Still curious about what would possess someone (even someone who is three) to ask a young boy to fix a birdhouse, I asked my son how the conversation went. I was thinking that the princess just came up and said, "My birdhouse is broken, will you fix it and bring it to me when it's done?" And, knowing this particular princess, I could see her doing that. Again, this holds to the idea that 6-year olds seem mature when you are three.
What actually happened, however, supported another theory I have had about my son for quite some time. This being "The Prince thinks he can do anything--no challenge is too great." As it turned out, after some heavy questioning on my part, I found that he had seen the princess with the broken birdhouse, who turned to him and said, "The birdhouse is broken." At which time, the prince said, "I can fix it for you."
I suppose I inadvertently instilled a bit of this confidence he has in himself because of the way I have touted the fact that his dad and grandpa can fix anything. I can see his line of thinking. He's a boy, right? Just like his dad and grandpa. So it is only natural that he can fix things too. I'm glad he will carry on the tradition, and think it is cute that he is starting to help princesses in distress so early. 
Another thing about I've noticed about boys. Unless they are from this blog, they aren't
as good in front of a camera as girls are.
Another thing about I've noticed about boys. Unless they are from this blog, they aren'tas good in front of a camera as girls are.
Side note: Helping the princess in this way spurred a conversation between the princes's two sisters, about how there may be some "crushing" going on between the prince and princess, and how we are going to need to inform them that cousins can't marry each other. The prince, who was in the room, and heard the whole conversation, said with no small degree of consternation, "I KNOW that, guys!"
Friday, March 07, 2008
Spring Fever!
The puppy has caught spring fever and has started to take every toy he owns, one by one, out of the house and into the yard. It makes for a lot of opening and shutting the door on our part.
There are two areas he has created (besides the "hidden"areas that he thinks we don't know about--he buries bones and rawhide under leaves in my flower beds. He thinks he is being sneaky by looking over his shoulder and checking to make sure no one is around. He forgets that just because we are in the house, doesn't mean that we can't see him through the window).
Area 1 is up on the grass where he can "throw" them around (amazingly, he can throw with his mouth) and then chase them down. Paul caught him taking a tennis ball to the top of the stairs by the pool, letting it bounce down the stairs, and then running after it. Over and over. He's smarter than we sometimes give him credit for.
You will notice to the right of the yellow bat, a used Influenza A kleenex...he carried this out too. Bleah.
Area 2 is his "just in case I have to take these back inside to play with them" spot. Right by the back door. These are toys that he sometimes "needs" inside for various reasons.
We all know how moving really wipes you out.
The puppy has caught spring fever and has started to take every toy he owns, one by one, out of the house and into the yard. It makes for a lot of opening and shutting the door on our part.There are two areas he has created (besides the "hidden"areas that he thinks we don't know about--he buries bones and rawhide under leaves in my flower beds. He thinks he is being sneaky by looking over his shoulder and checking to make sure no one is around. He forgets that just because we are in the house, doesn't mean that we can't see him through the window).
Area 1 is up on the grass where he can "throw" them around (amazingly, he can throw with his mouth) and then chase them down. Paul caught him taking a tennis ball to the top of the stairs by the pool, letting it bounce down the stairs, and then running after it. Over and over. He's smarter than we sometimes give him credit for.You will notice to the right of the yellow bat, a used Influenza A kleenex...he carried this out too. Bleah.
Area 2 is his "just in case I have to take these back inside to play with them" spot. Right by the back door. These are toys that he sometimes "needs" inside for various reasons. We all know how moving really wipes you out.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
It's A Boy!
You will notice that a couple of years ago, I entitled another post the same name. (You probably also noticed that the last time I posted was about two years ago.) This time I'm not talking about cats, however...we are excited to announce the arrival of the newest member of the "compound!"
You will notice that a couple of years ago, I entitled another post the same name. (You probably also noticed that the last time I posted was about two years ago.) This time I'm not talking about cats, however...we are excited to announce the arrival of the newest member of the "compound!"
He lives in the Chalet with his parents.
I figured this was a good enough reason to start blogging again. We'll see if I can keep it up. Congratulations, L&C, that is one cute baby!
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