Sunday, September 20, 2009

Mad Science

So I seem to be a sucker for any activity that keeps one or both boys happily occupied for more than 5 minutes. And if this fun involves mass quantities of goo or minor explosions, well, what the hay. At least I had 25 minutes to dust the house and scrub the dishes. Or plunk around on Facebook. It's all kinda the same thing you know. Anyway, Grant comes be-bopping in the other day proclaiming that he's a science guy and he wants to do 'that sciencey' thing. Of course I ask, "Uh, what sciencey thing?" to which he replies, "You know, the one with the colors and the spoon!"

Well of COURSE! Silly me. The one with the colors and the spoon! Um, yeah. When in doubt, improvise.

So as you can see, the 47.3 minutes of Facebook, er, dish scrubbing time was provided on this day by several cups of water, food coloring, and a variety of spoons for stirring and dipping and general sloshing.

I left him with the primary colors and green, 'cause that's what came in the box of food colors, and a scad of empty cups. Then I told him to see how many NEW colors he could make. No, this is not exactly new and innovative science, in fact it may not qualify as science at all, BUT it involved colors and spoons and provided me with a moment of peace and quiet therefore satisfying all the requirements of those present.

I'm sure you're all perched on the edges of your seats anticipating what brilliant NEW colors my little scientist so painstakingly created. Well, brace yourselves, because the little smarty pants developed a lovely new shade of blackish-brownish. Please, people, please, hold your applause until the end of the posting.

I'd had those cups stashed in the pantry from J's 1st birthday in 2003. I KNEW they'd come in handy some day!

Big Brother didn't want to get left out of the action.

Did you notice what color he discovered?

Saturday, September 19, 2009


So yesterday in the trusty ol' mini-van, my little chatterbox is chattering away and solving the mysteries of the universe:

Grant: Mommy, why did the Longhorns beat the Red Raiders?

Me: They didn't beat us last year, remember? We beat them!

Grant: Oh yeah! Well, have they ever beat us?

Me: Yes. Sometimes the Longhorns win, and sometimes Tech wins.

Grant: Oh Mommy, that's so nice! It's a compromise!

I wish I could be a fly on the wall of my children's brains and witness their thought processes. Everyday they simultaneously baffle and amaze me. One minute I'm one with the universe, my chi perfectly balanced, and both boys playing congenially in the backyard whilst discussing the proper method for skip counting. The next minute all hell breaks loose and I find myself refereeing a wrestling match straight out of the WWF. And all because "He KICKED my BALL over the FENCE and now I'll NEVER get it back. EVER!" Followed by "Nuh-uh!! I did NOT kick it over the fence!! I THREW it over the fence!"

Thank you Jesus for Francis Coppola Claret (take a trip to Pinkie's and buy a bottle. You'll thank me).

How exactly DO parents survive the whole child-rearing process?

Wine? Yes.

Denial? Definitely.


Oooooh, look at this cool picture of a tarantula made entirely out of Legos!

This was taken on Matt's phone while we were in Chicago. I've looked at this pic several times but only just NOW noticed the man in the background lying on his back on the mall floor. Um, yikes?

Distraction indeed.