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Mirror maze technique

// January 12th, 2011 // 3 Comments » // children, play

mirror maze
Tommy: Keep one arm outstretched and a hand touching the mirror until you reach the end of the maze.
Sarah: Vanish in the maze with the boyfriend for as long as possible before parents find you.
Noah: Walk sloooowly and cautiously.
Amy: Count the number of reflections to figure out what’s a mirror and what’s a pathway.
Evan: Run until you smash into something. Turn and repeat.

Bonus: Doug’s reaction – “I could build a mirror maze. First, I need to sketch out a plan and supply list. Which pocket has my moleskin?”

easily amused

// November 10th, 2010 // No Comments » // flickr, play

Five bazillion museums, memorials and monuments to see in DC, but we had to stop and play on the lawn.
quick wrestling matchwrestling break

More than play

// August 27th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // kid quotes, play

Me: “Evan? What are you doing?”
Evan: “I’m just playing.”
Me: “Playing what?”
Evan: “I have to stack these toys using chopsticks instead of fingers.”
Me: “Keep playing.”

How to dance like a 14-year-old

// May 24th, 2010 // 2 Comments » // flickr, play, teenagers

picture by Alm Photography
Step one: Girls dance while boys hide at the snack table.
Step two: Girls physically drag boys to dance floor (and photographer).
Step three: Boys lump together on one side of the dance floor while girls lump together on the other side.
Step four: Brilliant DJ gets everyone to line dance.
Step five: Boys and girls mash together until there is no way to step in any direction.
Step six: Everyone jumps like a pogo stick to the beat of the music.
Step seven: Fall asleep on the car ride home.
picture by Alm Photography
Psst! Happy 14th Birthday Noah!

Lots-o-Huggin’ Bear

// April 28th, 2010 // No Comments » // movies, play


Is he in the Disney Store now or are they waiting for June 18th?

Amy + Evan = trouble

// April 22nd, 2010 // No Comments » // play, siblings, video

*alternate title – “Mommy is tah-red”

Drop Dead Bob

// April 21st, 2010 // 1 Comment » // play

When Sarah was small, she had an esoteric friend named Bob. He made random comments. “Bob stands on his head when it rains.” Bob was more of an alter-ego than an invisible friend. Or so we thought.

Bob reappeared a few years ago as Amy’s secret playmate. Sarah hadn’t spoken of Bob in a few years, so it seemed more than a little odd to hear that familiar name. Nevertheless, Bob was back. “Bob and I want to paint.” Bob’s presence was more noticeable this time around. Sometimes he was bold. “Bob wants a cookie.”

For a few months, it looked like Amy had outgrown Bob. Out of the blue, Bob reappeared with a brashness that was less appreciated than the cookie eater incarnation. “Bob drawed on the wall with the crayons.” The naughty things that look like they were done by Evan are increasingly being blamed on Bob. Bob throws things at my head while I am driving. Bob plays with a flashlight when Evan is supposed to be sleeping. Bob is clearly related to Fred. I don’t know if I like Bob. I think we may need Ghostbusters or Frank Bannister to evict Bob.

imaginary swag bags

// February 15th, 2010 // No Comments » // play

Did you see pictures of the Macworld swag? Spiffy. Because I’m a goof, I compiled the imaginary swag bag I would want from a tech conference.
Lens cleaning cloth
Canned air
Rechargeable AA batteries
Earbuds
Jawbone
Small logo stickers from exhibitors/speakers
iTunes credit
iPhone case
Stand for phone
Teeny bags for stuff like earbuds, batteries and adaptors
Chocolate
Reusable coffee cup band to use instead of the cardboard the store uses.
A sack to hold everything that can reused for groceries.

What’s in YOUR fantasy swag bag?

Can I have a fill-in-the-blank?

// January 25th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // parenting, play

“Mom, can I have a clubhouse.”
<- insert tape #492 -> “Well, maybe this summer your dad can build something…”
“No, I mean a real clubhouse. Like in Up.”
<- blink, blink -> “Where?”
“Me and C are gonna make the empty house down the street our clubhouse.”
“No, you’re not. That house belongs to someone. You can’t go in there.”
“Nobody lives there. Nobody has ever lived there.”
“Someone did live there before you were born, but that house is still someone else’s house.”
“Well, they’re not using it. I think they lost it.”
“You might be right, but you still can’t play in it.”
<- sigh -> “Now we hafta find another clubhouse.”

Evan’s morning

// January 21st, 2010 // 1 Comment » // play, preschoolers

At the first sound of anyone in the house sitting up in bed or stretching their toes, bounce out of bed and make a beeline for Lego Star Wars. Blearily stare at the screen and click buttons until you smell an open box of cereal. Race to the kitchen and demand a specific bowl, spoon and seat at the table. Eat every last bite of cereal. Be certain to take multiple breaks from said cereal to retrieve matchbox cars, make sure nobody is doing anything interesting without you and randomly running a lap around the living room. Drink milk from cereal. Loudly announce urgent bodily function and race to the bathroom with hand acting as an emergency shut-off valve.

Make a quick inventory of every family member’s current activity before returning to room. In a short amount of time, play with small cars, Playmobile and Legos. Remove shirt because it’s too hot to wear shirts. Go sit in Mom’s lap. Start to have a conversation with mom, then suddenly break out in song. Never tell her where you learned the song. Always say, “I just know it.” When she asks you to get dressed, ask for another bowl of cereal. Eat three bites of cereal, type some secret code on Mom’s computer and examine the clothes that are sitting out for you. Go find a “better” shirt. Insist that you won’t be wearing socks until a different person asks you. Cheerfully put socks on while first adult stares at you both.

Before both shoes are tied, declare yourself “ready to go” and head to the car while the adults run around the house grabbing what appears to be random things, like keys, bags, lunches and jackets. Hop in the car and notice something on the floor that requires intensive study. Ask multiple questions about found object as adult buckles you in your seat. As the car begins to pull out of the driveway, announce the need for a potty break. As adult runs in the house with you on their hip, drop a microscopically small toy in the yard. Giggle when running adult awkwardly tries to pick the toy up without dropping you.

Magically make one of your shoes disappear while visiting the bathroom. After it reappears on the top of the fridge, in the attic or at the neighbor’s house, begin complaining because you are not at school yet. Once you are finally en route to school, refuse to talk no matter what the adult says to you. Make sure the adult doesn’t sing to try and cheer you up, because you don’t need to be cheered. You are very happy. You just don’t want to chat.

Upon arrival at school, run at full speed to the door. Refuse to enter the building if someone is holding the door open. Wait until the door is completely closed so that you can open it yourself. Slide through the stair railing even though you aren’t going to use the stairs. Leave the hallway and use the long bathroom to get to the other end of the hallway with your classroom. Don’t use the bathroom for its’ intended purpose. Save that for later. Run to classroom door and throw backpack, lunchbox and folder at nearest adult even though they are asking you to put things away for yourself. Race off to play with a classmate. If parent lingers to watch you for a millisecond, gruffly tell them you are busy and they need to “go away.” Grin sheepishly. Wave. Go back to playing.

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