The last few days my kids have spent outside playing in the snow.
Today Curran was out twice. He was attempting to best Alex in building a bigger snow fort. Curran determined that he stood a better chance if he was to work on his fort while Alex was at school.
He was having a grand old time, right up until the moment the neighbors' dogs noticed him and started to bark and cause a ruckus. He came screeching back into the house all freaked out that the dogs were going to get him.
So much for him completing his snow fort. Maybe tomorrow he will remember that there is a six foot fence between him and the dogs.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Don't Tell Dad
Most of us Saskatchewanians woke up to snow yesterday morning. My son looked out his window and hollered, "It's Christmas and we forgot to buy presents!" I am still chuckling. Note to self; next year, don't relate snow to Christmas, way too confusing for small children.
I was able to keep him from adventuring into the backyard until just after lunch today. He is always given detailed instructions to remain in the backyard, stay out of the wood pile, return my shovel to where he got it from, no throwing snow at the back door and stay in the backyard; repeat stay in the backyard. Needless to say, he does not follow directions well.
He was out there for almost an hour. He made a race track, a snow monster, snow angels, cleaned off the deck, raided the wood pile, buried my snow shovel and was caught red handed out of the backyard.
I check on him at 5 minute intervals, but I need to install one of those electric shock fences for dogs to keep him in the back yard. He was caught in the back of his dad's "special" truck that sits in our driveway. Instead of getting out of it over the tailgate, he thought he should get out the same way he got in. Over the cab, across the sunroof, down the windshield, across the hood and climb down the pallet leaning against the front grill.
A few lessons were learned today. You cannot hide the evidence of your miss doings when there is fresh snow. Going back the same way you came is not always the smart way out of a sticky situation. Curran needs his own shovel to lose in the snow and a Curran proof latch needs installed on the back gate.
I was able to keep him from adventuring into the backyard until just after lunch today. He is always given detailed instructions to remain in the backyard, stay out of the wood pile, return my shovel to where he got it from, no throwing snow at the back door and stay in the backyard; repeat stay in the backyard. Needless to say, he does not follow directions well.
He was out there for almost an hour. He made a race track, a snow monster, snow angels, cleaned off the deck, raided the wood pile, buried my snow shovel and was caught red handed out of the backyard.
I check on him at 5 minute intervals, but I need to install one of those electric shock fences for dogs to keep him in the back yard. He was caught in the back of his dad's "special" truck that sits in our driveway. Instead of getting out of it over the tailgate, he thought he should get out the same way he got in. Over the cab, across the sunroof, down the windshield, across the hood and climb down the pallet leaning against the front grill.
A few lessons were learned today. You cannot hide the evidence of your miss doings when there is fresh snow. Going back the same way you came is not always the smart way out of a sticky situation. Curran needs his own shovel to lose in the snow and a Curran proof latch needs installed on the back gate.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sugar Bugs
Brushing our teeth does not rate as a favorite past time with my kids and since it was Halloween yesterday, last night was even more of a struggle than usual.
Alexandra is usually really good about brushing her teeth. She is quite content to use whichever toothpaste happens to be available and brushes for her two minutes. Spitting the tooth paste out, now that is a bit of a problem. Not because she swallows it, but because she can't spit. She sort of hisses like a cat and sticks her tongue out. She also lost all her top and bottom front teeth within a couple weeks of each other when she was in Kindergarten, and according to Grandpa Farm, who has dentures, teeth make spitting toothpaste much easier. Now, that her teeth have grown in, one would think that spitting would come naturally; but no.
Curran on the other hand, he figured out how to spit toothpaste right away. He spits it out as soon as that toothpaste hits his mouth; he despises any and all toothpastes, even the ones he can swallow. Let's hope that there is enough residual toothpaste on his toothbrush to be effective.
Last night I made them brush their teeth really, really good and you could tell by my sink. There were pools of toothpaste dribble on the vanity and down the side of the sink from Alex; and there were large gobs of toothpaste stuck to the bottom of the sink from Curran spitting the toothpaste out too soon. Next on my agenda is teaching the kids to remember to rinse the sink after they are done.
Alexandra is usually really good about brushing her teeth. She is quite content to use whichever toothpaste happens to be available and brushes for her two minutes. Spitting the tooth paste out, now that is a bit of a problem. Not because she swallows it, but because she can't spit. She sort of hisses like a cat and sticks her tongue out. She also lost all her top and bottom front teeth within a couple weeks of each other when she was in Kindergarten, and according to Grandpa Farm, who has dentures, teeth make spitting toothpaste much easier. Now, that her teeth have grown in, one would think that spitting would come naturally; but no.
Curran on the other hand, he figured out how to spit toothpaste right away. He spits it out as soon as that toothpaste hits his mouth; he despises any and all toothpastes, even the ones he can swallow. Let's hope that there is enough residual toothpaste on his toothbrush to be effective.
Last night I made them brush their teeth really, really good and you could tell by my sink. There were pools of toothpaste dribble on the vanity and down the side of the sink from Alex; and there were large gobs of toothpaste stuck to the bottom of the sink from Curran spitting the toothpaste out too soon. Next on my agenda is teaching the kids to remember to rinse the sink after they are done.
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