School vacation is in full swing. Charlie hasn't quite got the hang of SLEEPING IN.
This morning he woke me up at 0-dark-thirty. I told him to go to his room until daylight. A few minutes later he came back and woke me up- by throwing the cat on me. The yowls and claws woke me up, but my reaction taught Charlie he should have let me sleep.
He had his first T-ball game today. He did OK. When I say he did OK I mean he didn't hurt anybody or make them cry, except the coach was a little shook up. He'll be OK. Charlie hit the ball a couple of times and drew a nice mural in the dirt with the toe of his shoe. He ran for the ball three times and for the bathroom seven times.
P.S.- After the game there was a spot of blood on his uniform shirt. It's not his, and I've learned not to ask too many questions.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
His-Story
Charlie came home from Kindergarten excited that he was learning about the presidents. I asked him what he learned about them.
"I learned President Lincoln and a bad guy were watching THE GAME and the bad guy shot him in the head. Then he jumped from the balcony and broke his leg."
Close Enough.
P.S.- He thinks the British officer on "Pirates of the Carribean" is George Washington.
"I learned President Lincoln and a bad guy were watching THE GAME and the bad guy shot him in the head. Then he jumped from the balcony and broke his leg."
Close Enough.
P.S.- He thinks the British officer on "Pirates of the Carribean" is George Washington.
Little Mister Doctor
Yesterday I commented to Grandma that I had a headache and thought my blood pressure might be high. Charlie got a sly look. "That's why you scream at me and make me cry." Grandma's ears perked up. "When do I scream at you and make you cry?", I asked. Charlie glanced to make sure Grandma was listening. "You scream at me all of the time."
Charlie could barely conceal a smirk as Grandma started glaring at me.
Charlie could barely conceal a smirk as Grandma started glaring at me.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
B-ball
Charlie wanted to play basketball in the church parking lot. I agreed, and was proud I was able to take the ball away from a Kindergartener.
Charlie got mad and kicked the ball. When I commented on his lack of sportsmanship he said, "I don't make the rules. I just follow them."
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Tonight at supper we were discussing what we needed from the store. Charlie said he wanted a toy fishing set. Grandma said no. Without hesitation Charlie said,"You just move out of the house and I'll be the boss and get a fishing pole." Bad choice.
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We were wrestling the other night and Charlie hit his head on the floor. He said, "Thanks Grandpa. Now my brain will make me do bad choices."
Charlie got mad and kicked the ball. When I commented on his lack of sportsmanship he said, "I don't make the rules. I just follow them."
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Tonight at supper we were discussing what we needed from the store. Charlie said he wanted a toy fishing set. Grandma said no. Without hesitation Charlie said,"You just move out of the house and I'll be the boss and get a fishing pole." Bad choice.
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We were wrestling the other night and Charlie hit his head on the floor. He said, "Thanks Grandpa. Now my brain will make me do bad choices."
Friday, February 12, 2010
Update
As we just moved I've been out of the blog biz awhile.
During dinner Charlie told Grandma, "I'm gonna be a Grandpa when I grow up." I swelled with pride. Then he added, "Not an old Grandpa, though." He thought a second and said, "I'll be a doctor and fix Grandpa." Pride goethe before a fall.
When I asked Charlie what he had for lunch at daycare he said, "cupcakes." I replied, "I don't believe you." He came back with, "Papaw doesn't believe anything!"
During dinner Charlie told Grandma, "I'm gonna be a Grandpa when I grow up." I swelled with pride. Then he added, "Not an old Grandpa, though." He thought a second and said, "I'll be a doctor and fix Grandpa." Pride goethe before a fall.
When I asked Charlie what he had for lunch at daycare he said, "cupcakes." I replied, "I don't believe you." He came back with, "Papaw doesn't believe anything!"
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Late one Night....
I don't know where he got it: Either preschool, or daycare, or at his lodge meetings. It was charming at first but now it's just painful.
When we take a trip of more than 4 blocks, Charlie announces story time. We each have to take a turn, and they all have to start with "Late one night when everything was quiet." He'll say something like, "A blue bear ran after the jeep and caught us and ate Papaw. The end." Then it's grandma's turn.
Grandma will say something like "Late one night when everything was quiet Charlie got ice cream because he was a good boy. The end." Charlie will say; "Good story, Grandma. Your turn, Papaw."
I'll tell a real story with plot twists, morals, and inspiration. My story would be worthy of a film at Sundance. James Cameron would kill for my story. Charlie will pause, and say; "Bad story, Papaw. Try again." And I will.
Each of the seventeen times I tell a story, Charlie will not be impressed and will have me try again. Finally, I'll say something like; "Late one night when everything was quiet Charlie got a spanking and had to go to bed. The end!"
Charlie will say; "You tell bad stories. Grandma, your turn."
And so it goes.
When we take a trip of more than 4 blocks, Charlie announces story time. We each have to take a turn, and they all have to start with "Late one night when everything was quiet." He'll say something like, "A blue bear ran after the jeep and caught us and ate Papaw. The end." Then it's grandma's turn.
Grandma will say something like "Late one night when everything was quiet Charlie got ice cream because he was a good boy. The end." Charlie will say; "Good story, Grandma. Your turn, Papaw."
I'll tell a real story with plot twists, morals, and inspiration. My story would be worthy of a film at Sundance. James Cameron would kill for my story. Charlie will pause, and say; "Bad story, Papaw. Try again." And I will.
Each of the seventeen times I tell a story, Charlie will not be impressed and will have me try again. Finally, I'll say something like; "Late one night when everything was quiet Charlie got a spanking and had to go to bed. The end!"
Charlie will say; "You tell bad stories. Grandma, your turn."
And so it goes.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Great White North...
Congratulations are in order-for me. I survived what we in the mid west call "snow days". These are days that give the schools an excuse to close. The daycare closes too, which is just cruel. Work does not close. Ergo, parents have to take off work so they can be locked in a house with their progeny. Yuck.
Charlie was out of school those 3 days. I know because I received an automated telephone call from the principal at 3:30 AM. These calls upset me to the point I was unable to go back to sleep. It worked out. though. The phone woke Charlie up and he was geared to go.
After 3 hours of Spongebob my brain was jelly and Charlie "got an idea" to go out and play in the snow. I was too addled to object, so we bundled up and went out. The wind chill was about 40 below, but Charlie didn't even feel it. The weather was too cold to make a snowball but we tried anyway.
I guess it was my idea to shovel the drive and walk. It warmed me up some, so we shoveled for the neighbors as well. After the third house, Charlie was ready to go in. My frostbitten feet thanked him and we hobbled in the back door. Heat never felt so good, at least until the stinging pain began as my frozen flesh started to thaw.
NOTE: Do NOT put wet gloves in the microwave to dry. They burn.
Hot chocolate is perfect after a romp in the snow. It's perfect until the sugar kicks in on a five year old. He sort of bounced off of the walls for about 6 hours.
Day two was much the same. The wind had replaced all of the snow we'd shoveled so we shoveled it again. This time I replaced the Cocoa with hot water. It didn't taste as good, but Charlie was calmer.
Day three was much different. I could not move without intense pain. Snow shovels coupled with babysitting causes severe back pain. I literally spent the day in the recliner moaning except when I was yelling at Charlie, "Do not put the cat in the dryer.", and "Pick up your toys. I need a path to the bathroom.".
Note: A five year old will jump on you while you're limping to the potty. They are also surprised when you scream in pain.
My advise? Move to the south until the kids are grown. Just make sure you're not in a hurricane zone. I hear they close the schools for hurricanes.
Charlie was out of school those 3 days. I know because I received an automated telephone call from the principal at 3:30 AM. These calls upset me to the point I was unable to go back to sleep. It worked out. though. The phone woke Charlie up and he was geared to go.
After 3 hours of Spongebob my brain was jelly and Charlie "got an idea" to go out and play in the snow. I was too addled to object, so we bundled up and went out. The wind chill was about 40 below, but Charlie didn't even feel it. The weather was too cold to make a snowball but we tried anyway.
I guess it was my idea to shovel the drive and walk. It warmed me up some, so we shoveled for the neighbors as well. After the third house, Charlie was ready to go in. My frostbitten feet thanked him and we hobbled in the back door. Heat never felt so good, at least until the stinging pain began as my frozen flesh started to thaw.
NOTE: Do NOT put wet gloves in the microwave to dry. They burn.
Hot chocolate is perfect after a romp in the snow. It's perfect until the sugar kicks in on a five year old. He sort of bounced off of the walls for about 6 hours.
Day two was much the same. The wind had replaced all of the snow we'd shoveled so we shoveled it again. This time I replaced the Cocoa with hot water. It didn't taste as good, but Charlie was calmer.
Day three was much different. I could not move without intense pain. Snow shovels coupled with babysitting causes severe back pain. I literally spent the day in the recliner moaning except when I was yelling at Charlie, "Do not put the cat in the dryer.", and "Pick up your toys. I need a path to the bathroom.".
Note: A five year old will jump on you while you're limping to the potty. They are also surprised when you scream in pain.
My advise? Move to the south until the kids are grown. Just make sure you're not in a hurricane zone. I hear they close the schools for hurricanes.
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