Thursday, February 28, 2008
I finally got a picture of Roman's famous "Surf's Up" pose. I kid you not, everytime he asks to watch his "Surf's Up" Backyardigans episode he strikes this pose. This happens multiple times a day. He has also been known to attempt a land "triple whip" and crash into the counter and various other objects. Roman (and Deacon) turn many different household objects into surf boards...maybe we will have to buy them real ones and take a vacation to California! How about it, Noah?
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
As he was waiting to get into the water he said, "I just love the water". I responded, "you love the water? Well I love you!". He smiled and said, "I love you more than I love the water."
It was cute :)
After the lesson we were heading into the locker room and I asked him he liked his lesson (as if I couldn't tell from the skip in his step and the smile on his face!) He responded, "yes mom, it is fun to do things without you!"
My four-year-old loves me more than the water but he still likes to do things without me. Personally, I think that is a fabulous combination. (by the way, I can't type or say "fabulous" anymore without thinking of the song "you were just too busy being fabulous". I am so going to say that to someone sometime...I am just waiting for the right moment.)
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Ahh...but back to Roman the Resourceful. By the way, that would be a fabulous name for a knight. I like knights so the title won out over "Independence at All Costs" and "The Furniture Whisperer".
The little knight decided to help his grandma and Deacon scrub the kitchen. He knows that he needs two items for scrubbing: rag and water. Roman does a lot of scrubbing. He also knows where to get those two items. Roman gets those two items a lot. He got the rag no problem, but when he went to get water he ran into a roadblock- Mommy, who was in a frantic cleaning frenzy at the time, had put an end to all independence by taking his stool and putting it in some unknown place. (Truth be told, the stool was under the sink, only inches away from his precious little knees, but why would he ask? He is a knight, and a resourceful one at that).
Roman came down the stairs with a dripping wet rag. I went up the stairs and found the full clothes hamper laying down in the bathroom- the perfect new step stool.
I did wonder why he chose the clothes hamper. It didn't seem like a logical choice to me, but then again, Roman is not known for logic- he is known for resourcefulness. I had to go into the boys room for something and that is where I hit my roadblock:
The reason for my cleaning frenzy was that our house went on the market yesterday! Getting our house ready to enter the dog-eat-dog world of real estate has been a challenge for our clutter filled lives. The combination of Noah's strong sentimental attachments, my "craft" supplies (translation: stuff that could be used for obscure projects long into my future- remember the pen sculpture?) and mountains of dinosaurs, cars and bugs (and step stools) that are precious to our boys have led to many "discussions" over which objects are less than worthy and need to be disposed of. I'm looking foward to more discussions this weekend.
Apparently he had first attempted to move the toddler bed into the bathroom for a stool. He only got it as far as the door and then managed te squeeze his little body out to go after the hamper. I couldn't squeeze my (not as little) body in so I had to resort to herculean moves and ingenuity to get the door open and the bed back to where it belonged. (ok, so the moves weren't so herculean nor did it take much ingenuity, but I did need to move the bed). Roman was able to enter the room easily. It reminded me of the scene from "Little Joe" (veggie tales) where the peas just go in and out of the jail cell at will.
Until next time,
Julie the Junk Remover
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
After he got home from Evans, our main man decided it was time to go to the beach. He got a little cranky when I told him there was no beach to go to. He settled for goggles in the bath tub.