Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Slam from the left...didn't see that one coming

Conversation during the morning commute...
which was waaaaaay too long due to construction on every road to everywhere.

Mama, I think spiderman and venom can take off their masks because sometimes they want to change back into a humam, right?

That's right dude, sometimes in the movie spiderman might be peter parker and sometimes he is spiderman.

What about that white girl that's a mutant with telephon-ic powers? (that would be girl in the lab wearing a white coat who has some sort of denial issues about her ability to control others with her brain...in case you didn't know)

Well, she can't really take off a costume to get rid of her power.  She always looks human and always has her telekinetic power.

Oh.  mama, my imaginary daddy has stretch powers like the animal mechanicals.  But no brain power.

So, we leave this conversation with our ability to use our imagination intact.  And a growing sense perhaps of pretend and real.  Right?  Maybe?


During the afternoon commute.  Which was blissfully short.

mama, I want to meet spiderman.

well dude, spiderman is imaginary.  You can't meet imaginary movie characters.

last year that rabbit at the mall was in a costume.  he was imaginary.  i didn't like him but now I'm not afraid of costumes.

okay, next time we see someone in a rabbit costume you can meet the rabbit.

mama, I guess Santa Claus is imaginary and you buy all the toys?

ummm, ahhh, stutter, gasp, swear under my breath, lie to my child...repeat....

Crap.  Crappity crap crap.


And in honour of the past...

Monday, September 12, 2011

TĂȘt Trung Thu

A quiet evening at home
some ordered in asian food
a bit of outdoor fun searching for the moon
and then we had to improvise...

The wardrobe was carefully selected...
Superman intended to fly over the moon to Vietnam to save his friends from the Legion of Doom.

Specifically Wonder Woman.
From Brainiac.

By all accounts
(his account anyway, here he is relating the events of the evening)

Wonder Woman is safe
and Brainiac is in the basement
tied up with the magic lasso.

This makes Superman ecstatic.

So, how was your Tet?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Mama Day

And what a lovely one it was...
Started with snuggling
Ended with snuggling
And a whole lot happened in the middle.

Today was the little guy's first day of gymnastics at the big boy gym.
He pranced in there like he owned the place.
Waved bye.
Joined in the warm up like he had been attending for years and never looked back.
Mama watched from the upper windows.
Next time I'll be taking a tea and a good book!

He has 6 little girls in his group,
everyone is 3.
For some of the circuits there is one coach
(i.e., hopping in hoops, walking on low beam, crossing bridge on your stomach, swinging with the coach's help from the rings)
And for some there are two or even three if big equipment is involved
(raised tumbling trampoline/high beam work/uneven bars)
All seemed really really appropriate and there was hardly ever any waiting.

Then we rushed home.
Then we rushed out to a local crafter's festival...
fun, food filled (mostly crap like cotton candy)
but I don't think we will go back next year.
Simply not enough to interest me.

Headed home.
Lovely deckside dinner.
Playtime in the front yard,
the back yard,
the pumpkin patch,
picked a few apples and ate them right there under the tree,
picked a few more and fed the horses,
played in the front,
played in the vege garden,
etc...

Dude was spinning like he had eaten way too much cotton candy...
which he had.

So we went to a local (like 3 minutes away) playpark.
September free time 2 days per week in the climbing structures and giant bouncer
as well as 3 evenings of free swimming come with our October lessons.

We were ALONE.
As in a bounce house for 20 kids ALL TO HIMSELF!
Loved it.

Sleeping very very soundly right now.

And I never took my camera out.

So pick a favourite for me...for the walls...











Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Transitions


Apparently they are hard.
For mama who really doesn't want to wake up at 6 am.
For Ben who isn't fond of waking up in general.


The summer was full of 11 and 12 hour nights for the wee man.
8:30 to 8:30.
Now?
Not so much.
The napless one,
power napping in the car.
Then not asleep until 9 or 10,
worrying about being away from mama.
Up at half past 6.
Yikes.



So Tuesday he was up way too early
(in his opinion),
very unhappy,
begging for just 5 more cuddles.
It was ugly.
Really ugly.


Today the alarm was set for 15 minutes earlier.
15 minutes for 5 more cuddles.


The morning was better,
the power nap was avoided on the ride home
(the napless drive brought to you by a tootsie pop)
but he was oh so very tired tonight.
Throwing an uncharacteristic "demon-like" fit.
Thankfully short.
But snoring at 8:25.


5 more snuggles in tomorrow's wake up plan.
Another tootsie pop waiting in the car.



And then comes Friday.

Transitons.
They are hard.
Things will even out again soon...

 And happy boy will be back.


photos brought to you by leslielightfootphotography.com
just a few of my favourite shots...
now to choose which ones will grace my walls?
opinions?

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The beginning of the end...

of summer that is.

We came home from the cottage tonight.
Left the fun behind.
 (Ben's first bonfire...he's playing pokemon on a DSi
with the favourite girl's big brother-
what happened to kumbaya?)
 (Nana says kids can't climb on the rocks...
but she wasn't there)
(sporting his daring back to school haircut)

Tomorrow is the dude's first day at the sitter
(well, half a day).
My first day setting up my classroom
(same grade but I've moved rooms).
And he is sleeping in his own bed
in his new room
at our new place.

The road is quiet...
with the exception of the howls of the wild canines of the night
(feeling thankful I wasn't born a lamb).
So not missing the urban drama.

The car is unpacked of cottage gear
and packed back up with stuff for school.

The sitter's bag is packed.

Dentist first thing for the dude,
sure to result in a referral to a paediatric dentist...
then an unplanned visit at school
from the favourite cousins
who forgot important things at the cottage.
Ben can't wait.
He seriously loves no one more
than he loves these girls.

Who can blame him, really?

Monday, August 22, 2011

Beautiful day,
beautiful beach,
beautiful Ben...

First kite flying adventure ever.

Marshmallows.

No room for improvement.