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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.

Evan the magnificent

// January 13th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // play, preschoolers

“Close your eyes and don’t peek.”
“Okay.”
As my eyelids connected I heard the slapping sound of bare feet on a wood floor as Evan raced out of the room. Before the sound disappeared, it began to get louder and quickly returned to where I was sitting with my eyelids scrunched shut.
“Open your eyes. Ta-daaa! I made Batman disappear. It was magic.”
“That’s a great magic trick! Good job.”
“Now close your eyes again.”

empty box bitterness

// December 22nd, 2009 // No Comments » // kid quotes, parenting, play

Evan played happily with his Legos while Amy sat beside him, brooding.

“Evan? You know that box that was my fort all day yesterday? The box that was soooo much fun and I loved it and I colored it and I kept my pillow in it and it was the best box ever?”
“Yeah.”
“Daddy threw it away and now we don’t have ANY boxes.”
“Okay.”
“Now we have NOTHING to play with for our Christmas vacation.”

still raining

// October 15th, 2009 // No Comments » // flickr, play, weather

Amy & Evan in the rain

cranking the naughty up to eleven

// August 12th, 2009 // No Comments » // kid quotes, parenting, play, preschoolers

“Moooom! Evan is running around the house covered with soap.”
“How did he get soap all over himself when the bathtub is dry?”
“Weeeell, he took off his clothes and climbed in the sink and he squirted soap on his back and then he smeared it everywhere.”
“He put soap on his own back?”
“Yes.”
“What were you doing?”
“Uh, I was watching and getting ready to go tell on him.”

I need to be more specific

// July 23rd, 2009 // 1 Comment » // parenting, play

Me: “Please do NOT play in the water hose. You are coming back inside in fifteen minutes and I don’t want to give you a bath right now. Don’t get wet.”
Amy: “Okay.”
Me: “I need you to repeat what I just said so I know that you understand.”
Amy: “We can’t play in the hose cause we hafta come inside in fifteen minutes.”
Me: Evan can’t play in the hose either. Don’t ask him to turn on the hose so you can say it wasn’t you. Understand?”
Amy: “Yep.”

I walked inside the house, picked up a stack of folded clothes and carried them to a bedroom. It took all of five minutes to put the clothes away. I walked back in the living room and picked up another stack of clothes. I glanced out the front window. Amy and Evan had stripped down to their shorts and were completely covered in dirt. While Evan threw clumps of dirt at the car, Amy was concentrating very hard on the hole she was digging in the middle of the yard with a shovel. I opened the front door and asked Amy what she thought she was doing. The small child with a glob of grass in her hair smiled and said, “I’m not getting wet.”

Dear Wubbzy,

// June 1st, 2009 // 1 Comment » // cartoons, play, television

WubbzyThe newest 4-y-o and the almost 7-y-o have a deep and abiding love for all things Wubbzy. Our first Wubbzy product was a Wubbzy beanie. The best thing about it is the flexible tail. Countless hours have been spent by ALL the members of our family making coils, angles and shapes with that tail. This weekend, the bathtub Wubbzy was added to our household. The only problem with this popular toy is the inevitable tears when Wubbzy has to stay in the bathtub until he’s dry. Do you know how long it takes for bathtub Wubbzy to dry? I almost used a hair dryer on it tonight. You know what we really need? We need Wubbzy bandages. Bandages (notice me not using the trademarked name that I really use when referring to the plastic wound covering product) are physical and psychological magic cures. Putting Wubbzy characters on them would work wonders for the endless boo-boo traumas in our family. You know what else would be fun? Wubbzy characters that stack in multiple ways, like Tetris. You do realize that the characters look like building blocks don’t you? Lastly, instead of putting single episodes on DVDs, how about a DVD that is nothing but Wubbzy songs/videos? Don’t tell anyone, but more than once I have been caught humming a Wubbzy tune. “We’re all kooky and so are you!”

Thanks!
Cathy

twirling

// May 23rd, 2009 // No Comments » // flickr, play

spinning Amy
It’s Saturday. Spin in circles until you fall down.

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