Bugs! (part 4)

July 13, 2010

More than once, our caterpillar would sit on the meshing of its home for long stretches of time. Each time, I thought for sure it was a goner, and dreaded the reaction my daughter would have. This last time seemed a bit longer than the rest.

One of the things about getting older is that my eyesight is… well, not getting worse, but different. One of the things I am sure I did as a kid was chuckle that “old” people had to take off their glasses to read something, or look at something up close. Unfortunately, this is one of the things I now need to do.

So, I took off my glasses, and suddenly noticed a thin “string” going from the mesh, around back of the caterpillars “neck” and back to the mesh.

Now, I am used to a chrysalis hanging straight down because, well, that’s what the ones we ordered last year did. But, checking the trusty Internet, I saw that a Black Swallowtail’s chrysalis hangs on the side in exactly the way this caterpillar was.

I called my daughter up to share the excitement (yes, Mom and Dad were getting excited, too!) of The Next Step. And within a day or so, the chrysalis was fully formed.

And not the waiting begins…

Next: The Wait


Father’s Day 2010

June 21, 2010

ps – happy belated Father’s Day to all the dads out there reading.

Hopefully, you got as much loving from your kids as I did this year. Hopefully, if it is your weakness like mine, you got enough candy as gifts. And hopefully you are fortunate enough not to get as many calls/emails from work as I did…


Santa Train

December 8, 2009

Our town’s annual holiday festival/tree lighting/Santa arrival was this past weekend. It is guaranteed to be the coldest day of the year. This year, three days before the festival, it was 61. I thought we’d break the trend this year, but, sure enough, the temperature dropped about 25 degrees in 3 days, and we froze our behinds off.

The highlight, for the boy (2 years old now), though, was the arrival of Santa. You see, Santa, in our town, arrives via fire truck. The boy (a firetruck lover), had a front row seat and was thrilled to death. Now he gets excited whenever he sees a picture of Santa. Like, really excited.

Of course, I don’t think he gets excited at Santa, The Toy Bringer, but rather Santa, The Train Dude.

As for my daughter, she wants, and I quote, “Just two things [hold up two fingers here] for Christmas.” This of course is good and bad. Good, in that she isn’t getting greedy – she wants just two things for this to be the greatest Christmas ever! Bad, in that one of the things (Barbie Three Musketeers Castle) costs about $135, and she isn’t getting it. This, or course, translates not to Not Getting One of Her Gifts, but rather Not Getting 50% of Her Gifts!

Should be a fun Christmas morning…


Conversations With…: The New Threats

August 31, 2009

Daughter: If you don’t let me, I’m gonna call a woodpecker!
Kaz: …
Ms. Kaz: …
Daughter: …
Ms. Kaz: And what will the woodpecker do?
Daughter: He’ll PECK the house!


Where am I?

June 24, 2008

Man, this guy hasn’t posted anything here in a while.

Where is he?

Oh, wait, that guy is me.

Sorry, all, but things have been really busy this summer, and I plan to post about some of it.

In the meantime, here’s a little quote which makes me rethink the impact commercials have on kids.

Ms. Kaz (brushing teeth)
Daughter: Mommy, it’s a good thing you use a Reach toothbrush.
Ms. Kaz: Really? Why?
Daughter: It cleans better.
Ms. Kaz: Does it?
Daughter: Yeah, it reached places and ordinary toothbrush can’t reach.
Ms. Kaz: …
Daughter: …
Ms. Kaz: Where did you learn that?
Daughter: Onna commercial.
Ms. Kaz: How did you know we had a Reach toothbrush?
Daughter: I recognized the letters.

I think she’s lost TV for a quite a while. Me? I’m gonna start showing her commercials for sports cars, so she can help me convince Ms. Kaz we need one!


To Tell the Truth

June 9, 2008

Sometimes I think my daughter just doesn’t “get” questions. Not ones that are asked of her, at least. Very often, we will get a question returned to us, as if the question were really meant for us.

“What did you do at school today?” we will ask. “What?” she will reply. Oh, we’ll get a response of “nothing” eventually, but most questions go this way.

“Tell mommy who we saw at the park..” – “Who?”

“What did we see at the store?” – “What?”

Again, upon further questioning, she’ll sometimes give the answer. Either that, or she’ll say, “You tell mommy…”

Well, the other day, we were playing and my daughter was brushing my hair. “You have gold hair, daddy.” Right, gold. “No, sweetie, that’s a gray hair. I have a lot up front,” I said, lifting my bangs, “right here, see?”

“Wow, that’s a lot!”

“Yeah, thanks. Do you know how I got those?” I asked her. I fully expected to hear, “How?” I was surprised when she got it right on the first try and said, “Me!”

That’s right, kiddo. And when your brother is older, I’ll be getting them twice as fast.


Ramblings

June 1, 2008

We headed up north this weekend, to my in-law’s “cabin” and took the kids to visit them.

My in-laws are great, taking the kids for some time so one or both of us (Ms. Kaz and me) could relax. At one point, both Ms. Kaz and I were outside, reading and saying how weird it is to just relax.

We seem to strive for time to relax, and time to ourselves, or, let’s face, just like most parents, some time without the kids.

Having taken two cars, since I had to work, Ms. Kaz and the kids got to spend a little extra time up there with her family. Of course, that meant that today, after dinner, I had to return back home to myself.

Before kids, when Ms. Kaz was away for a couple days, I’d sleep in, eat pizza, drink beer, rent James Bond movies. Now, with kids, this is really (as far as I can remember), my first night sans family (as short as it is).

Just what I’ve been waiting for.

Of course, I’ve just wasted it channel surfing, not really finding anything, snacking and reading magazines… checking my blog… wandering around aimlessly, not really sure what to do with myself and the time I’d be usually doing chores and trekking back up the stairs to tell my daughter she really needs to go to sleep now, and this is the last time I am coming up.

Instead, I am just bored.

I know there’s a decent chance when I come home from work tomorrow, my daughter will be crabby, and whining about something.

But I still miss them all.

(of course, I am still looking forward to sleeping in just a bit tomorrow)


Just one more glass of water..?

May 26, 2008

This holiday weekend (yes, this is actually the second holiday I’ve taken this year at work. The other being New Year’s Day) produced many good quotes from my daughter, but she saved the best conversation for last:

Daughter: Daddy!
Me: Yes, sweetie?
Daughter: I’m scared of the dark…
Me: Well, that’s why we have your night light.
Daughter: But it is dark even with the night light.
Me: It doesn’t seem dark to me. Where is it dark?
Daughter: Over there.
Me: I can see over there just fine.
Daughter (pointing right next to her bed): It’s dark here…
Me: It is lighter there.
Daughter: Well, I’m scared of the dark.
Me: What are you afraid of in the dark?
Daughter: Uh.. the dark.
Me: The dark won’t hurt you.
Daughter: … well, I just want someone to be in the room with me.
Me: That’s why you have your lovies.
Daughter: I want a person who is alive, like mommy or [The Boy] or daddy…
Me: Really? You want your brother to sleep with you?
Daughter: Well, only when he’s older and can keep quiet.
Me: Mommy and I are in the house. You’ll be fine.
Daughter: … daddy, I’m worn out and I need a cup of water.
Me: You’ve had a lot of water already. You know what helps me when I am worn out?
Daughter: What?
Me: Sleep.
Daughter: But I am water worn out.

I just had to get her a cup of water for that. Water Worn Out. At least she’s creative.


Change of Scenery

May 21, 2008

“I need to talk to you…”

This is what my daughter’s Teacher said to me when I went to pick up my daughter from Big Girl School yesterday. “Uh oh, now what did she do?” I thought to myself.

“I have to close.”

Eep.

“I’ve been doing some consulting,” (we knew this), “and I was made an offer I just cannot turn down.”

“Okay,” I said, “uhm… when?”

“My license expires at the end of the month,” she told me, “so two weeks.”

Eep.

So, we’re looking for a new place to send my daughter. Ms. Kaz is working a couple days a week, and, for now, the woman who watched her when she was younger, and who now watches The Boy, can watch her while we look.

Of course, it may mean the end of being with her friend Timmy, whom she’s known since she was 8 months old. The same little boy who helped ease the transition between care providers last time, as we at least knew she’d know someone there.

And this place was highly recommended to us, so it wasn’t like we did a huge search last time. It has been over 3 years since we’ve really had to search and evaluate daycare. Or maybe preschool. Who knows where she’ll end up.

She seemed okay with it as I discussed it in front of her withe her teacher, then with Ms. Kaz. But, at some point, for some reason, she had a breakdown about not wanting to go to a new school. I mentioned earlier that she’ll need to find a new school for big kids, and she seemed okay with it. I guess it didn’t really sink in until later.

Here’s some of the comments we heard:

“I wanna just stay home with mommy all the time!”

“I’m going to become a teacher and go to the school and open it up!”

and my favorite:

“I don’t care! I’m going to go in to the school anyhow!”

So, if anyone has advice on (a) explaining the need to switch to my daughter, and (b) easing the transition to a school where she could potentially not know any of the kids, that would be great.

On the plus side, since my daughter wanted to invite only certain kids from School to her birthday party, and the school has a “rule” that all kids have to be invited (to spare hurt feelings, I support) or none at all… we no longer have this problem!


Miley-saurus

April 17, 2008

My daughter has a blonde wig (to go with the pink and green ones her Aunt gave her) that she likes to wear and say she is Hannah Montana. We don’t watch Hannah Montana at home, so I don’t know where she gets it.

Oh, wait, maybe I do.

Anyhow, it was hi-larious when I put the wig on her nice, wooden rocking horse and called it something like “Horse-y Montana” (hey, you don’t have to have your “A” material for 3 1/2 year olds).

We were talking about this at bedtime last night. My daughter said something about the cat being, “smi… smile… smiley…”

“Miley Cyrus?” I suggested.

“Yeah!” my daughter exclaimed, “Miley-saurus!”

I guess when my daughter is my age, Miley will be a dinosaur. But that’s okay, because by then, Miley’s kid’ll be raking in the dough…


Howdy, Stranger!

April 5, 2008

Things are finally starting to settle here at work. This is my last scheduled night shift (6p – 2a or so – shh! Don’t tell my boss!), and, hopefully, my kids will get to know me as more than just Morning Guy.

Actually, this past week, while making nights and early mornings tough for Ms. Kaz, has afforded me a bit more time with the kids. My daughter, especially has been excited.

I promised her, once things calmed down, I would take a day off (not yet) and do something fun. “How ’bout we make cookies?” she asked. “Sure,” I said. So, the last few days, she’s been asking me about making cookies. So, today we began making cookies. “Is today your day off, daddy?” It isn’t, but I was home during the day, and the recipe I chose (sugar cookies – yum!) required overnight refrigeration.

We had a lot of fun making the dough. My daughter kept asking if she could try the dough as we added each ingredient. “Not yet,” I told her. The dough kept filling the bowl and filling the bowl. As my daughter enjoyed licking the mixer, I checked the recipe.

Good lord. Servings = 60!!

Well, if anyone wants cookies, let me know. We’ll have plenty.

And hopefully, I’ll be able to post a lot more frequently.


What day is it?

March 27, 2008

So, I am in the middle of my 80 or so hour week, and it is getting difficult to think straight. I think the kids may have already gone off to college.

When I do happen to be home on the weekends, or before the kids go to sleep, the boy gets all smiley and wriggly, and looks at me as if to say, “Hey, Morning Guy! What’re you do here?!??”

Is it Monday yet?


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