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From frosties to the cosmos
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Sep. 20th, 2006 | 09:51 am
Yesterday our best moments came between 6:00 and 1:00. Yes, I mean 6:00 pm and 1:00 am. We seem to really connect with our creativity as a family during the night hours.
We headed out to Vestal and got vanilla frosties from the Wendy's drive-thru, and parked up on top of the hill by the Hampton Inn to eat them. Had a great view of the valley. Watched a large hawk take off from a light pole near us and soar and fly. Andy insisted it was an eagle. "On Reading Rainbow I learned that eagles flap their wings and then glide. Flap flap flap gliiiiiide. That's exactly what this bird is doing."
We went to Target to see how Andy might wish to spend his $6. We'd discussed the 8% tax, so he knew he really had about $5.50 in order to play it safe. He found a cool little Lego car, and I told him to go ahead and toss in the box of Bionicle zamerspheres. Total: $6.35. I told him I'd happily gift him the 35 cents. "That's so nice," he said.
Next stop: Vestal Veterinary Hospital. I wanted to put some money on my account ahead of time, which is the best way to make sure it's not frittered away on vanilla frosties. On my way out, I saw a darling little black bat roosting by the door, not very high at all. I ran to the car and got Andy, and we observed him together. He groomed himself just like one of our mice. The vet staff said he'd been there for a few days, then disappeared, and now was back.
We swung by Jo-Ann Fabrics so I could get some fleece and velcro, and then nixed our trip to Home Depot because Andy wanted to go home. We didn't need to get the stuff last night, and so we chose to stay in harmony and postpone.
Andy put his new Lego car together as per the directions, complete with tiny stickers in all the right places. He watched me try to figure out the problem with the computer, which Dave finally solved.
Then Andy and I played a game of crazy marble ball in the hallway, which basically involved rolling a big marble past the other person to get a goal, except there were specific rules about exactly what constituted a goal and what actually made you lose points. I had negative one, then negative two, and Andy asked what a negative number is. I think, after much raucous playing and insane laughter, the score was something like 55 to -2000.
We gave the mice and ratties their evening snack, and I cleaned the rat cage. Andy dipped the end of a zip-tie in the green bean mush and let them lick it off as they played on their table.
He studied more of the Big Big World Atlas (which is a 2-foot-tall heavy cardboard book). He was really interested in the flag designs of different nations, and in pronouncing the names. The other day he was noticing which states in our country produce which things, and asked how people make pulp.
He took apart and rebuilt the Lego car two times, following the directions, while listening to his favorite skits on the Strongbad website.
Then we read books before bed. His choice was Calvin & Hobbes, mine was On the Divine Compassion of the Cosmos, written by a friend and her husband. He thought the title was neat, and asked what cosmos were.
"You're the best mom in the universe," he pronounced.
"You're the best boy in the cosmos," I answered.
"That's so nice," he said. Surrounded by his stuffed animals and open books, he drifted off to sleep.
We headed out to Vestal and got vanilla frosties from the Wendy's drive-thru, and parked up on top of the hill by the Hampton Inn to eat them. Had a great view of the valley. Watched a large hawk take off from a light pole near us and soar and fly. Andy insisted it was an eagle. "On Reading Rainbow I learned that eagles flap their wings and then glide. Flap flap flap gliiiiiide. That's exactly what this bird is doing."
We went to Target to see how Andy might wish to spend his $6. We'd discussed the 8% tax, so he knew he really had about $5.50 in order to play it safe. He found a cool little Lego car, and I told him to go ahead and toss in the box of Bionicle zamerspheres. Total: $6.35. I told him I'd happily gift him the 35 cents. "That's so nice," he said.
Next stop: Vestal Veterinary Hospital. I wanted to put some money on my account ahead of time, which is the best way to make sure it's not frittered away on vanilla frosties. On my way out, I saw a darling little black bat roosting by the door, not very high at all. I ran to the car and got Andy, and we observed him together. He groomed himself just like one of our mice. The vet staff said he'd been there for a few days, then disappeared, and now was back.
We swung by Jo-Ann Fabrics so I could get some fleece and velcro, and then nixed our trip to Home Depot because Andy wanted to go home. We didn't need to get the stuff last night, and so we chose to stay in harmony and postpone.
Andy put his new Lego car together as per the directions, complete with tiny stickers in all the right places. He watched me try to figure out the problem with the computer, which Dave finally solved.
Then Andy and I played a game of crazy marble ball in the hallway, which basically involved rolling a big marble past the other person to get a goal, except there were specific rules about exactly what constituted a goal and what actually made you lose points. I had negative one, then negative two, and Andy asked what a negative number is. I think, after much raucous playing and insane laughter, the score was something like 55 to -2000.
We gave the mice and ratties their evening snack, and I cleaned the rat cage. Andy dipped the end of a zip-tie in the green bean mush and let them lick it off as they played on their table.
He studied more of the Big Big World Atlas (which is a 2-foot-tall heavy cardboard book). He was really interested in the flag designs of different nations, and in pronouncing the names. The other day he was noticing which states in our country produce which things, and asked how people make pulp.
He took apart and rebuilt the Lego car two times, following the directions, while listening to his favorite skits on the Strongbad website.
Then we read books before bed. His choice was Calvin & Hobbes, mine was On the Divine Compassion of the Cosmos, written by a friend and her husband. He thought the title was neat, and asked what cosmos were.
"You're the best mom in the universe," he pronounced.
"You're the best boy in the cosmos," I answered.
"That's so nice," he said. Surrounded by his stuffed animals and open books, he drifted off to sleep.