Swim Fun

Awhile ago, a camera guy was at the Y when Sir C was having his swimming lesson. I finally remembered to look it up! Isn't he cute? There's a quick flash of him at the beginning, and at the very end.

(fyi- he's not hairy and he doesn't have any speaking parts!)

Lizards

Sir C came downstairs, excitement filling his voice as he exclaimed, "MOM, MOM, I DID IT!! I CAUGHT A LIZARD--AND IT WASN'T EVEN HARD!!

(Now, he's been after a lizard for some time now, and has been slightly discouraged in not catching one sooner. I've told him he has to keep trying....this is the result...)

I turn around to see him dangling a little (about 4 inch) grey lizard by the tail.

me: (very supportive, and concerned about the waving critter) Yeah! Way to go! Good Job! Now let's find a box to put him in... (I begin searching for a box)

Sir C: MOM! HIS TAIL FELL OFF---AND IT'S STILL MOVING!!!

I looked down, and sure enough, there was a little grey lizard tail twitching on the carpet, and a little boy squatted down, staring with fascination and some delight.

Ah, the joy of childhood and being a little boy.

(the lizard escaped under the stairs...C wouldn't go after it because of the spiderweb, and I have no intention of pursuing it. The thing is on it's own!)

updated: Three days later, daddy found that the large stain on his shirt hanging in the closet was, in fact, a lizard. He captured it and Sir C positively identified it as his lizard. The release back to the wilds cannot be considered completely successful, as the kids smashed the rest of it's tail. It did manage to escape, without it's tail. Small price to pay for freedom, I suppose.

Paint Chips

(No, I haven't been eating them....)

We've watched the progress of the new firestation since the summer, when the machines began clearing the dirt. It's been fun to notice what's new each time we drive by. Pad, walls, roof, shingles, windows, drive-way, etc. Most recently C commented on the paint color. I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly, so I asked him the next time we passed by.

me: What color is the new firestation?

C: (not skipping a beat) Mucus!

me: (supressing laughter) who told you that?

C: my cousin.

me: have any of your cousins seen the firestation?

C: look, it's a yucky green color, that's mucus.

I wouldn't say it's a yucky green color....but it is a blue/green/greyish color. I suppose, to a four year old, that's pretty much mucus.

The Way to a Man's Heart....

....is through his stomach. But it's a fickle kind of love.

Apparently this is true for little men too. Let me explain. (No, there is no time. Let me sum up.) My little man C refuses to eat jam with his peanut butter. He prefers honey. For almost a year and a half he has declared that he only eats "Peyton's jam"--which he must have eaten when at her house, in New Mexico. (I still don't know exactly what kind of jam Peyton uses...)

A few weeks ago he began to declare that Peyton was his girlfriend. (must be that jam!)

Then, last night, he said that Regan (a girl in 2nd grade he had just met that night) was his new girlfriend. I asked him what happened to Peyton? He said she couldn't be his girlfriend anymore because they're too far apart.

So, is he smarter to avoid the whole distance relationship, or to go after an older woman?

(my vote is still with Peyton!)