Friday, September 30, 2011
Does it really get any better than LEGO Monty Python?
Originally shared by Joseph Lee
Does it really get any better than LEGO Monty Python? Well maybe LEGO princess bride, but until I get the necessary pieces, here's So-called Arthur king and his silly English knights! #Niiiiiiiiiiii
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Nate woke up this morning while it was still pitch black out, as per usual.
Nate woke up this morning while it was still pitch black out, as per usual. This morning however, Sara noticed that Nate had shoved a chair up to the window and was intently flashing his flashlight on and off out the window into the dark night. Asked what he was doing, he explained that he was trying to wake up the sun.
Not sure which is better, that he thought up the idea in the first place, the fact that our neighbors might be wondering if we're secretly spies sending coded messages, or the idea that sun probably got up this morning and went, "Okay, fine, I'll get up, just stop shining that blasted light in my eyes." It did seem brighter out when I biked to work, now that I think about it.
Not sure which is better, that he thought up the idea in the first place, the fact that our neighbors might be wondering if we're secretly spies sending coded messages, or the idea that sun probably got up this morning and went, "Okay, fine, I'll get up, just stop shining that blasted light in my eyes." It did seem brighter out when I biked to work, now that I think about it.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Just caught a waft of aroma coming from Nate's diaper.
Just caught a waft of aroma coming from Nate's diaper.
"Nate, did you just go poo in your diaper?"
Nate deadpan, "We shouldn't worry about that."
"Nate, did you just go poo in your diaper?"
Nate deadpan, "We shouldn't worry about that."
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Nate was supposed to be asleep, but he's calling for Mom.
Nate was supposed to be asleep, but he's calling for Mom.
I walk in, "What the matter, Nate?"
"I want the fan on louder"
I walk over to the fan. It's already at it's highest speed setting.
"Nate, I can't make it any louder, it's already at it's highest fan speed setting, it won't go any louder."
Nate patiently waits for me to finish explaining, "Mom will know how to do it."
Not to be outshone by Mom (I'm the man of the house here), I then try to rig together an amplifying platform by placing the fan on top of some rigid toys that I hoped would provide some acoustic conductivity. Nate looked unimpressed when I left the room.
I walk in, "What the matter, Nate?"
"I want the fan on louder"
I walk over to the fan. It's already at it's highest speed setting.
"Nate, I can't make it any louder, it's already at it's highest fan speed setting, it won't go any louder."
Nate patiently waits for me to finish explaining, "Mom will know how to do it."
Not to be outshone by Mom (I'm the man of the house here), I then try to rig together an amplifying platform by placing the fan on top of some rigid toys that I hoped would provide some acoustic conductivity. Nate looked unimpressed when I left the room.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Nate has been pretending to be other things for quite sometime.
Nate has been pretending to be other things for quite sometime.
Often the purpose appears to be to provide some sort of loophole, as opposed to being primarily for his own enjoyment. As an example, I can't count the number of times I've asked Nate to go upstairs to bed, went to walk up the stairs, only to hear, "I a worm", and turn around to see Nate wriggling around on the floor (well, he is complying... just at an infinitesimal pace). Also, conversations as follows (actual example from last weekend), "Nate, don't bump the potty." "Mouse bump the potty?" 'No, mice shouldn't bump the potty." "Rabbits bump the potty?" "No, Nate. No mice, rabbits, or anything you are pretending to be should bump the potty."
He's been known to be an excavator, spider, bird, rabbit, monkey, mailman, river (a.k.a. a bridge), baby, etcetera.
Lately he's taken to pretending to be things for extended periods of time. For example, the majority of last weekend he pretended to be a mouse. "Nate, would you like dessert?" "No, mouse wants dessert." I was having trouble figuring out the sudden interest in being a mouse, until I read one of his favourite stories again to him last night. He can recite good portions of it himself already, and it's called the "Big Red Barn". In it, all the animals on the farm play all day until night falls and they all go to bed, or so I believed. Last night I noticed the mice are a notable exception. As the book notes, they stay up and play all night under the moon. So much for being an inspirational children's bedtime book.
Often the purpose appears to be to provide some sort of loophole, as opposed to being primarily for his own enjoyment. As an example, I can't count the number of times I've asked Nate to go upstairs to bed, went to walk up the stairs, only to hear, "I a worm", and turn around to see Nate wriggling around on the floor (well, he is complying... just at an infinitesimal pace). Also, conversations as follows (actual example from last weekend), "Nate, don't bump the potty." "Mouse bump the potty?" 'No, mice shouldn't bump the potty." "Rabbits bump the potty?" "No, Nate. No mice, rabbits, or anything you are pretending to be should bump the potty."
He's been known to be an excavator, spider, bird, rabbit, monkey, mailman, river (a.k.a. a bridge), baby, etcetera.
Lately he's taken to pretending to be things for extended periods of time. For example, the majority of last weekend he pretended to be a mouse. "Nate, would you like dessert?" "No, mouse wants dessert." I was having trouble figuring out the sudden interest in being a mouse, until I read one of his favourite stories again to him last night. He can recite good portions of it himself already, and it's called the "Big Red Barn". In it, all the animals on the farm play all day until night falls and they all go to bed, or so I believed. Last night I noticed the mice are a notable exception. As the book notes, they stay up and play all night under the moon. So much for being an inspirational children's bedtime book.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I'm a little disappointed at the level of info in the provincial election pamphlets I'm getting in the mail, it's...
I'm a little disappointed at the level of info in the provincial election pamphlets I'm getting in the mail, it's really hard to distinguish between candidates when everyone's platform is:
Help seniors and young families, create jobs, improve infrastructure and reduce crime.
Sounds good to me.
Help seniors and young families, create jobs, improve infrastructure and reduce crime.
Sounds good to me.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Much is being posted about the 10th anniversary of 9/11, this photo spoke the loudest.
Much is being posted about the 10th anniversary of 9/11, this photo spoke the loudest. (http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/09/911-the-decade-since/100144/#img09)
http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/911after090911/a09_23914504.jpg
http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/911after090911/a09_23914504.jpg
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Trying to get Nate to sleep at a friends cabin, "Nate, I'll stay in the room with you, if you lie down and close...
Trying to get Nate to sleep at a friends cabin, "Nate, I'll stay in the room with you, if you lie down and close your eyes."
Nate lies down.
"Nate, you need to close your eyes, or Dad will leave."
"I a pirate. Sleep with eyes open."
Nate lies down.
"Nate, you need to close your eyes, or Dad will leave."
"I a pirate. Sleep with eyes open."
The other day I whispered into Nate's ear, "Nate, tell Mommy, 'You're beautiful.'"
The other day I whispered into Nate's ear, "Nate, tell Mommy, 'You're beautiful.'"
Nate, "Mommy, I beautiful!"
...well the 'you' was ambiguous.
Nate, "Mommy, I beautiful!"
...well the 'you' was ambiguous.
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