He's the captain of my ship.
He's the light of my son's world.
And today is his birthday. Which means I get another year of him to love. Which means it's really a day for me instead of him. Hooray for me! :)
Happy Birthday, Hubby!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
happy birthday
My hubby is amazing. He's the best partner, friend, husband I could ask for.
He's the captain of my ship.
He's the light of my son's world.
And today is his birthday. Which means I get another year of him to love. Which means it's really a day for me instead of him. Hooray for me! :)
Happy Birthday, Hubby!
He's the captain of my ship.
He's the light of my son's world.
And today is his birthday. Which means I get another year of him to love. Which means it's really a day for me instead of him. Hooray for me! :)
Happy Birthday, Hubby!
Friday, July 2, 2010
ringing rocks
Today my son and I went to visit Ringing Rocks Park in rural Bucks County, PA, near the Delaware River. We took my parents with us, since they had never been. It is a fascinating place. In the park, there is a large boulder field covering 5 acres or more.
As you walk up the trail from the parking lot, you meet people carrying hammers of various sizes. You start to hear pings and bongs and clangs - and when you climb out onto the boulders, you see small groups of people climbing over them, whacking them with hammers or small rocks. And when they are struck, the boulders ring like bells! It's surprisingly fun. Here's a clip that gives you some idea of what it's like (I just found it on YouTube - I have no idea who these people are):
My son loves going there. When he finds a rock with a good tone, he shouts out, "Try this one, Grandpa!" And then he's off looking for another rock to thump.
It frustrated my retired-scientist dad to no end that we didn't have an explanation for the field of boulders or the ringing. I am guessing he spent all afternoon on the internet trying to solve the mystery.
(I want to know how long this took...and what the hammer looked like afterward)
After we'd had our fill of boulder-banging, we stopped at a small coffee shop, where Grandpa treated my son to chocolate milk and a huge Oreo cookie concoction.
(drinking in the chocolaty goodness)
Good stuff. And now you know where to go when you want to hear a "rock" concert. Hahahaha!
Okay, okay. I can hear the groans from here...
mini golf
We have been having beautiful weather this week - high 70's, sunny and breezy. We are deciding to take advantage of it.
The other evening, we headed out as soon as Hubby got home from work. First, a stop at Chick-fil-A for dinner (we heart Chick-fil-A):
After eating our fill, we headed up the road to play miniature golf. Note to self: when playing with a 6-year-old, make sure that said 6-year-old is not standing between you and the hole, or your ball might get redirected by a size 13shoe sandal. Yours truly had the only hole-in-one of the evening, but I think there would have been one or two more if Hubby and I had been looking to see if our son was out of the way first.
Tricky hole:
You have to hit the ball up a slope, through that opening, and then there are more hills and valleys inside the "well" leading to three different holes. This is how he handled it the last time we went golfing:
But this time, Daddy stepped in to help:
Hubby and I tied. We always tie when we go golfing. Or maybe one of us beats the other by one or two points. Our boy didn't keep score. That's probably a good thing.
The other evening, we headed out as soon as Hubby got home from work. First, a stop at Chick-fil-A for dinner (we heart Chick-fil-A):
After eating our fill, we headed up the road to play miniature golf. Note to self: when playing with a 6-year-old, make sure that said 6-year-old is not standing between you and the hole, or your ball might get redirected by a size 13
Tricky hole:
You have to hit the ball up a slope, through that opening, and then there are more hills and valleys inside the "well" leading to three different holes. This is how he handled it the last time we went golfing:
But this time, Daddy stepped in to help:
Hubby and I tied. We always tie when we go golfing. Or maybe one of us beats the other by one or two points. Our boy didn't keep score. That's probably a good thing.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
kindergardens - week 12
Fair warning: this post is feeling random and disjointed, kind of like my brain these days.
Just noticed this little guy today as I looked out the dining room window. Please remind me to thank my dad for letting me borrow his telephoto lens. It has been so much fun.
I've been using it to take pictures of birds, too. My son and I each picked out bird feeders this spring. We hung them up together near a window so that we could see the visitors.
He is just tickled when we look out and his feeder is covered with birds and mine has none.
I don't think I'm going to give my dad's lens back. I'm having far too much fun.
We've really been enjoying the variety of birds that have come calling. Our cats are enjoying them, too.
We need rain.
Just noticed this little guy today as I looked out the dining room window. Please remind me to thank my dad for letting me borrow his telephoto lens. It has been so much fun.
I've been using it to take pictures of birds, too. My son and I each picked out bird feeders this spring. We hung them up together near a window so that we could see the visitors.
He is just tickled when we look out and his feeder is covered with birds and mine has none.
I don't think I'm going to give my dad's lens back. I'm having far too much fun.
We've really been enjoying the variety of birds that have come calling. Our cats are enjoying them, too.
We need rain.
our yard is not happy (please ignore the blinding white feet - I overexposed and I'm still working on that tan)
our hydrangeas are not happy
the corn across the street is "pineappling." it's not happy, either.
We are enjoying the beautiful sunny weather, but please feel free to send along any extra rain you might have.
Our purple beans are sprouting! But the picture I took of them this evening was horrible. So you will have to use your imagination until I can get a better one. I'm sorry.
Our pole bean/gourd tunnel is turning green, although it is mostly gourd vines doing the "greening."
I'm cheering on the pole beans, but they are taking their jolly sweet time.
Despite the lack of rain, our son's flower bed is bursting with color. It is the first thing people see when they pull in the driveway.
My husband and I have been staunch perennial people (why spend money on a plant that's just going to die come October?), but our son is winning us over with all of the annuals he picks for his garden.
Head on over to the Inadvertent Farmer to see what's happening in other kindergardens!
Our pole bean/gourd tunnel is turning green, although it is mostly gourd vines doing the "greening."
I'm cheering on the pole beans, but they are taking their jolly sweet time.
Despite the lack of rain, our son's flower bed is bursting with color. It is the first thing people see when they pull in the driveway.
My husband and I have been staunch perennial people (why spend money on a plant that's just going to die come October?), but our son is winning us over with all of the annuals he picks for his garden.
Head on over to the Inadvertent Farmer to see what's happening in other kindergardens!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
swimming lessons
I grew up in the Pacific Northwest, where backyard pools were rare. I didn't attend a pool party until after I had graduated from college. I was terrified of deep water and scoped out the life jacket situation every time I set foot on a boat. Not surprising, then, that I didn't really learn how to swim until I went to college and had to pass a swim test to graduate.
Now living on the East Coast, where the summers are hot and pool parties are a staple, I vowed that my son would know how to swim. So I signed him up for swim lessons at age 4. Oh, how far we have come since then. In the past two years, he has gone from screaming at the edge of the pool, refusing to get in, to jumping in and swimming. He LOVES it now.
My only regret is not signing him up earlier. I had heard or read somewhere that it wasn't worth putting kids in swim lessons until they are 4 years old, but I wish we had started him when he was smaller, so that he could get comfortable in the water. But we're getting there! He gets more independent each week, and is so proud of himself when he does something new. And Mommy is proud, too.
Now living on the East Coast, where the summers are hot and pool parties are a staple, I vowed that my son would know how to swim. So I signed him up for swim lessons at age 4. Oh, how far we have come since then. In the past two years, he has gone from screaming at the edge of the pool, refusing to get in, to jumping in and swimming. He LOVES it now.
My only regret is not signing him up earlier. I had heard or read somewhere that it wasn't worth putting kids in swim lessons until they are 4 years old, but I wish we had started him when he was smaller, so that he could get comfortable in the water. But we're getting there! He gets more independent each week, and is so proud of himself when he does something new. And Mommy is proud, too.
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