Sunday, April 23, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
Characterized
Here's the boy copying the girl some more. He had to get some books and lie down because she was lying down with her book.
Only, she wasn't reading - she was making lists - like her mother - of things she had to get done for tomorrow.
I've got a video clip that I'll link once I get it posted too.
Here is the evidence ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiVpQrDNZG8
Only, she wasn't reading - she was making lists - like her mother - of things she had to get done for tomorrow.
I've got a video clip that I'll link once I get it posted too.
Here is the evidence ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiVpQrDNZG8
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Look familiar?
The boy still loves to do everything the girl does. I hope we have a nice summer so I can complete "The Boy Jumps Off ..." series.
BTW - about 32 lbs and 37". He's about the size of an average 3.5 year old.
BTW - about 32 lbs and 37". He's about the size of an average 3.5 year old.
In case you're wondering ...
... this is not a special moment of close bonding, there's bird poop on the bench.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
STOMP
The boy and girl were jumping on me as they oft do. This time, while I'm covering my head because the boy has elected to employ the "Rikshi" on me, I distinctly hear the girl say "C'mon, let's jump on dad until he cries!"
A few minutes later, she swings her leg around and catches me on the bridge of my nose - bringing tears to my eyes.
I've decided they're not allowed to read Supremookie's blog any more ... at least not until I figure out how to setup our firewall to disallow content containing the phrase "Grand Theft Auto" or "GTA". I know they'll miss out on all the Greater Toronto Area content, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice.
I don't have a picture to go with this entry - so here's a duck that visited our yard on the weekend.
The boy and girl were jumping on me as they oft do. This time, while I'm covering my head because the boy has elected to employ the "Rikshi" on me, I distinctly hear the girl say "C'mon, let's jump on dad until he cries!"
A few minutes later, she swings her leg around and catches me on the bridge of my nose - bringing tears to my eyes.
I've decided they're not allowed to read Supremookie's blog any more ... at least not until I figure out how to setup our firewall to disallow content containing the phrase "Grand Theft Auto" or "GTA". I know they'll miss out on all the Greater Toronto Area content, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice.
I don't have a picture to go with this entry - so here's a duck that visited our yard on the weekend.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
New favourite shirt
The boy got a new favourite shirt in his Easter basket this morning. He wore it all day and he's wearing it in bed now. I have to work tomorrow, so I'm not the one that has to get him out of it in the morning.
It was a bit cool and windy this morning, when we took this; he's not crying he's just trying to keep the sandstorm out of his eyes while I try and focus.
I guess it could be the sawdust from the 50 pieces of wood I cut for a shelf I'm making ... no two pieces of which turned out the same. Guess I should have had the patience to try out that table saw that's been sitting unused for the past 2 years.
It was a bit cool and windy this morning, when we took this; he's not crying he's just trying to keep the sandstorm out of his eyes while I try and focus.
I guess it could be the sawdust from the 50 pieces of wood I cut for a shelf I'm making ... no two pieces of which turned out the same. Guess I should have had the patience to try out that table saw that's been sitting unused for the past 2 years.
Hunt cont'd
I heard one of the neighbour's up with their kid/kids this morning at 6:59AM - I'm guessing it was their Easter Egg hunt. We had an indoor one at 8AM. We had an outdoor one later on - 3PM-ish? Plus, when everyone came over for dinner - there was more choclate to be had. Through all this, I thought we were monitoring and controlling the choclate intake reasonably well. That was until both kids decided 30 min's of some insane duck-dance-ball on our porch was called for.
Somehow, the pound of choclate cake I has left me much less energetic.
Somehow, the pound of choclate cake I has left me much less energetic.
TWANG!
Not sure if I can prove my parents did it. I certainly did. Any I have evidence that my girl can air guitar as well.
Friday, April 14, 2006
More Signs of Spring.
They're back ... the boy and girl still get excited about spotting the deer. I'm more of the "Hey, you deer, get outta my back yard."
Deer poop is nasty to deal with - it's like rabbit pellets, but they're all balled up together into something between the size of a golf-ball and tennis ball. Unless you don't get to them soon enough, in which case the ball falls apart, then you have to deal with "a billion and nine" little pellets.
Somewhere along the way, that became the girl's expression for "a lot" - "a billion and nine"!
They're back ... the boy and girl still get excited about spotting the deer. I'm more of the "Hey, you deer, get outta my back yard."
Deer poop is nasty to deal with - it's like rabbit pellets, but they're all balled up together into something between the size of a golf-ball and tennis ball. Unless you don't get to them soon enough, in which case the ball falls apart, then you have to deal with "a billion and nine" little pellets.
Somewhere along the way, that became the girl's expression for "a lot" - "a billion and nine"!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Boy-Zilla!
A bit of a catch-up post. Not much time for this 'cuz ye-ye and nai-nai are in town. For some reason, having extra adults in the house causes more work with the kids than less. Haven't figured that out yet.
I took a course this week that included a certification exam at the end of it. The exam was a real throwback to rote learning. Supposedly, big on definitions and terms ... except they only seemed to focus on the nouns, but then would throw in really vague verbs like "geared towards" ... wtf. OK, technically an auxilliary verb, but my point is - you don't see "A is geared towards B as 1 is geared towards 2" on the Mensa quiz.
But despite the grammarical injustice of it all, and the extra studying at night - it's really Spring here now. I've already swept out the garage for heaven's sake! We've barbecued! The girl has been the recipient of a robust scolding for blowing through a stop sign on her bike! Good times.
I took a course this week that included a certification exam at the end of it. The exam was a real throwback to rote learning. Supposedly, big on definitions and terms ... except they only seemed to focus on the nouns, but then would throw in really vague verbs like "geared towards" ... wtf. OK, technically an auxilliary verb, but my point is - you don't see "A is geared towards B as 1 is geared towards 2" on the Mensa quiz.
But despite the grammarical injustice of it all, and the extra studying at night - it's really Spring here now. I've already swept out the garage for heaven's sake! We've barbecued! The girl has been the recipient of a robust scolding for blowing through a stop sign on her bike! Good times.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Good habits
The boy loves to brush his teeth - mostly because his sister does it. Since this photo was taken, he's advanced from "dumping" to actually "drinking" from his water cup.
Can't wait ...
... to get this thing outside. Motorized ATV. First few times, the boy couldn't figure out he had to keep the button pressed. He'd press it and let go, press it let go - so he'd jerk across the floor. Come to think of it, maybe he's just spent too much time in ye-ye's car.
Yeah - we made it outside!
Nutthin more to say than ... Yay!
Oh wait, there is more.
This was in the afternoon when a good time was had by one and all. Because of this, the girl got her choice of supper and she chose McD's ... because they love the play area. Usually, the boy's pretty anxious to go play and has a hard time eating. Yesterday, he refused to eat and kept making a run for the play area. I invoked the 3-count with the outcome being no play area. I made it to 3 so the boy and I sat in the car while the girl and mom played.
So far, I think the most compelling life lessons for the kids have happened under the auspicies of the golden arches.
Oh wait, there is more.
This was in the afternoon when a good time was had by one and all. Because of this, the girl got her choice of supper and she chose McD's ... because they love the play area. Usually, the boy's pretty anxious to go play and has a hard time eating. Yesterday, he refused to eat and kept making a run for the play area. I invoked the 3-count with the outcome being no play area. I made it to 3 so the boy and I sat in the car while the girl and mom played.
So far, I think the most compelling life lessons for the kids have happened under the auspicies of the golden arches.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Emerge
... and one day soon, you'll turn into a be-YOOOO-tee-full butterfly. But until then, stay put ... or until your mom comes home, whichever.
Actually, Leanne made it home without incident. The day afterwhich, I promptly took ill.
Kids held out until the rest of last weekend - turns out "the boy" probably did not have "the pox" but some other less potent ailment that ran it's course. The only real nasty part was the runs that ended up turning his bottom red (and his face whenever we had to change him). The girl has some sniffles, but is otherwise fine ... although today she rejected gourmet KD, for the more traditional recipe.
I can't fix everything!
Actually, Leanne made it home without incident. The day afterwhich, I promptly took ill.
Kids held out until the rest of last weekend - turns out "the boy" probably did not have "the pox" but some other less potent ailment that ran it's course. The only real nasty part was the runs that ended up turning his bottom red (and his face whenever we had to change him). The girl has some sniffles, but is otherwise fine ... although today she rejected gourmet KD, for the more traditional recipe.
I can't fix everything!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
In today's local news ...
The call went out just after 1 p.m. from the Freshwater Fisheries Institute at the University of Manitoba's Fort Garry campus. It was not a prank. Or a hoax. And definitely not a thwarted attack by some crazed fiend. The call was answered by Manitoba Conservation's environmental emergency response team, the police bomb squad and Winnipeg Fire and Paramedics. Winnipeg's bomb squad was called out yesterday to cart away pickled specimens from a fisheries lab before they could blow up.The samples in a couple of glass bottles were fish tissue or possibly marine mammal flesh. They were hazardous because they'd been treated with a chemical that had evaporated into a dangerous by-product -- explosive crystals of picric acid. Transport Canada identifies picric acid as one of the more dangerous chemicals in use in laboratories and manufacturing today. It's used to make explosives but it's easily neutralized with water. Once inert, picric acid has extensive uses in dye manufacturing. . They realized they had a real-life emergency.
Whatever happened to responsible journalism? Haven't they just disclosed a recipe for making explosives? Although, I suppose any 20-something male living on his own with a pantry is likely already aware of this phenomenon (beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee). I guess it's true what they say - "It's a thin line between volatile combustibles and a nice argyle."
Back to that "beep-Bee, dee-dee-dee" ... I can't remember what show it was, but there's an episode that takes place in a classroom or courtroom or some other equally officious locale, and someone speaking at the front ends a sentence with "phenomenon", afterwhich an anonymous voice at the back of the room follows with a "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". Together, it sounds like that song, although not originally from, but popularized by Sesame Street, that goes "Me-nah, me-nah. Beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee" and then Grover starts into an early form of free-style/Jazz riff. Now, I cannot encounter the word "phenomenon" without thinking the phrase "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". It's quite debilitating in the work environment.
The call went out just after 1 p.m. from the Freshwater Fisheries Institute at the University of Manitoba's Fort Garry campus. It was not a prank. Or a hoax. And definitely not a thwarted attack by some crazed fiend. The call was answered by Manitoba Conservation's environmental emergency response team, the police bomb squad and Winnipeg Fire and Paramedics. Winnipeg's bomb squad was called out yesterday to cart away pickled specimens from a fisheries lab before they could blow up.The samples in a couple of glass bottles were fish tissue or possibly marine mammal flesh. They were hazardous because they'd been treated with a chemical that had evaporated into a dangerous by-product -- explosive crystals of picric acid. Transport Canada identifies picric acid as one of the more dangerous chemicals in use in laboratories and manufacturing today. It's used to make explosives but it's easily neutralized with water. Once inert, picric acid has extensive uses in dye manufacturing. . They realized they had a real-life emergency.
Whatever happened to responsible journalism? Haven't they just disclosed a recipe for making explosives? Although, I suppose any 20-something male living on his own with a pantry is likely already aware of this phenomenon (beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee). I guess it's true what they say - "It's a thin line between volatile combustibles and a nice argyle."
Back to that "beep-Bee, dee-dee-dee" ... I can't remember what show it was, but there's an episode that takes place in a classroom or courtroom or some other equally officious locale, and someone speaking at the front ends a sentence with "phenomenon", afterwhich an anonymous voice at the back of the room follows with a "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". Together, it sounds like that song, although not originally from, but popularized by Sesame Street, that goes "Me-nah, me-nah. Beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee" and then Grover starts into an early form of free-style/Jazz riff. Now, I cannot encounter the word "phenomenon" without thinking the phrase "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". It's quite debilitating in the work environment.
When the walls ...
Tomorrow's the day, when the grand old arena comes down to make way for ... I'm guessing something to do with shopping.
This'll be the 3rd year in a row where we've had an implosion event in town. Last year, it was an old warehouse that was the continual target of arsons. The year before, it was ... what was it ... some place in St. Boniface.
This'll be the 3rd year in a row where we've had an implosion event in town. Last year, it was an old warehouse that was the continual target of arsons. The year before, it was ... what was it ... some place in St. Boniface.
Hey there, There goes ...
Guo Tie and Cong You Bing for supper.
The boy seemed to eat ok today, despite having yakked his cookies the night before. But, see that red spot on his right cheek/jawline? Looks like he's got chicken pox.
Poor guy just not getting any breaks. (You know how the joke goes from here.)
Well, at least my dad was able to tell me what the rash and spots were (once he got his e-mail attachments worked out). It's better knowing what I'm dealing with here ... by myself. Thanks again, Ye-Ye.
Of course, stoopid me ... had the kids sleeping together in the same bed. I might as well let them use the same toothbrush ... oh cr*p, that means they can't have their bath together tomorrow either like they always want to.
At least now I have an excuse for ordering food for delivery, 'cuz I can't take them out anywhere. I better stop, this is quite the conversation I'm having with myself.
The boy seemed to eat ok today, despite having yakked his cookies the night before. But, see that red spot on his right cheek/jawline? Looks like he's got chicken pox.
Poor guy just not getting any breaks. (You know how the joke goes from here.)
Well, at least my dad was able to tell me what the rash and spots were (once he got his e-mail attachments worked out). It's better knowing what I'm dealing with here ... by myself. Thanks again, Ye-Ye.
Of course, stoopid me ... had the kids sleeping together in the same bed. I might as well let them use the same toothbrush ... oh cr*p, that means they can't have their bath together tomorrow either like they always want to.
At least now I have an excuse for ordering food for delivery, 'cuz I can't take them out anywhere. I better stop, this is quite the conversation I'm having with myself.
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