October 31, 2008
October 29, 2008
Santa-Claus-trophobia??
Logan, Orin and I are sitting around the table eating apple crisp and the subject of Santa Claus comes up.
Orin looks at me and says "You shouldn't believe in Santa Claus because he isn't real."
I come back with "What kind of people don't believe in Santa?"
Logan pipes up "People who are claustrophobic!".
What a clever little boy I have!
(And yes - Logan does know what claustrophobic means. I checked.)
Orin looks at me and says "You shouldn't believe in Santa Claus because he isn't real."
I come back with "What kind of people don't believe in Santa?"
Logan pipes up "People who are claustrophobic!".
What a clever little boy I have!
(And yes - Logan does know what claustrophobic means. I checked.)
(I think if you click on the picture, it will get bigger.)
October 25, 2008
Proud Moments
A friend of mine sent me an email titled "The Stink In Farts Controls Blood Pressure". Of course this is a male friend. It's about a study published in the Oct 24 issue of the journal of science. Evidently the odor causes our blood vessels to relax which prevents hypertension.
Great. Now there's a "good" excuse behind it.
At break time, Mark was sitting around with the guys and reportedly let one rip so loud that not only could it could be heard throughout the entire machine shop - it could also be felt. The vibration, I mean. He was so proud of this he came into the office to tell me about it.
My boys could not be prouder than to rip off a loud one. Or an odoriferous one. Or a silent one for that matter. Any form of gas escaping their bodies is a matter of pleasure and entertainment for them.
For me it's generally a matter of embarrassment.
I know everyone does it, but do we have to force it out? And when we know it's going to smell bad, do we really need to roll up the windows in the car, lock them so there is no hope for fresh air and crank up the heat as high and as hot as we can before we break wind?
Great. Now there's a "good" excuse behind it.
At break time, Mark was sitting around with the guys and reportedly let one rip so loud that not only could it could be heard throughout the entire machine shop - it could also be felt. The vibration, I mean. He was so proud of this he came into the office to tell me about it.
My boys could not be prouder than to rip off a loud one. Or an odoriferous one. Or a silent one for that matter. Any form of gas escaping their bodies is a matter of pleasure and entertainment for them.
For me it's generally a matter of embarrassment.
I know everyone does it, but do we have to force it out? And when we know it's going to smell bad, do we really need to roll up the windows in the car, lock them so there is no hope for fresh air and crank up the heat as high and as hot as we can before we break wind?
October 16, 2008
Manual Raking
Logan, Orin and I raked leaves from the yard last night. Yes - I said "raked". We did not use the gas powered leaf blower - we used the boy powered rakes. Is this really so terrible? Though Logan and Orin didn't complain, the neighborhood seemed to think this was bizarre.
As cars drove up and down the street, they actually slowed down to gawk at what was going on in our front yard. I was given many bewildered glances. "Why would she make them use the dreaded rakes when I know darn well they have a leaf blower?" their expressions seemed to convey.
The lady across the street came out her front door yelling "I have a leaf blower you can use if you can't get yours started!"
A neighbor boy (age 8) came over and blatantly accused me of laziness. "You are just too lazy to get that leaf blower started."
A man from one street over was out walking his dog. He stopped to question me about all the manual labor going on in our yard.
Our next door neighbor came home just as we were finishing up. He went straight to his garage, got out his own blower and came right over. I appreciated his gesture. It was getting dark and all we had left were some stragglers which he blew down the bank to the ravine.
Is it really so terrible for kids to learn to do things the "hard" way? Just because there's an easy way doesn't mean we always have to use it. I think it's good to put some sweat into things. How else are we going to appreciate the conveniences we have?
As cars drove up and down the street, they actually slowed down to gawk at what was going on in our front yard. I was given many bewildered glances. "Why would she make them use the dreaded rakes when I know darn well they have a leaf blower?" their expressions seemed to convey.
The lady across the street came out her front door yelling "I have a leaf blower you can use if you can't get yours started!"
A neighbor boy (age 8) came over and blatantly accused me of laziness. "You are just too lazy to get that leaf blower started."
A man from one street over was out walking his dog. He stopped to question me about all the manual labor going on in our yard.
Our next door neighbor came home just as we were finishing up. He went straight to his garage, got out his own blower and came right over. I appreciated his gesture. It was getting dark and all we had left were some stragglers which he blew down the bank to the ravine.
Is it really so terrible for kids to learn to do things the "hard" way? Just because there's an easy way doesn't mean we always have to use it. I think it's good to put some sweat into things. How else are we going to appreciate the conveniences we have?
October 14, 2008
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