Me and my kiddo

Me and my kiddo

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Kindergarden Ducklings

Skipping with seventy kindergardeners... fun!  Well, fun and exhausting :)  I volunteered at Cameron's 100th Day of PE celebration and got to run the skip-to-the-center station.  Of course, I had to demonstrate for each of the ten groups.  Once, I forgot to tell the kids I was demonstrating and I had ten kids skipping after me which must have looked hysterical from the side!  

Other things to share:
Fighting the Amazon Tax 
An awesome resource for Paleo Principles. I really, really, really love the +/- links to support articles!
A fun, brief radio clip/article on NYC art.  I especially love this bit: " I think we've forgotten that art can hit you so hard that you forget to breath... I think that art is a combination of a fuel supply and a compass. Because if you find a piece that really appeals to you, it can remind you of what you want to be, or where you want to go. And at the same time, it gives you the energy to get there, because you can see that it’s something that can be achieved."  I just may buy her book before I visit next time!

Cute antics:

• asking five or six times a day if I like apricots.  (I have no clue why or where the interest came from, but he always asks with a delighted yell, "Mommy!  Do you like apricots?!?!?")

• continuing his, um, creative use of idioms, he didn't quite get "break your heart" and instead said something would, "Pump your heart out."

• yelling, "Privacy, Dad!" and swinging the bathroom door shut when Andrew was inside.  (Oh, the irony!  Especially after I just wrote this post on being naked around kids: !!)

• searching out creative beds, we found him trying to sleep on a closet shelf.

• startling me with the declaration, "You're as good as Barishnikov!"  (??? That was not quite what I was expecting to hear as we pulled into the garage!  I did thank him, but mentioned I thought Barishnikov was probably better at ballet since he'd practiced for something like twenty years!?!)

• telling me that, next year, he'll be a first grade teacher for his imaginary students because he'll know enough.

• informing me that he is going to have kids so they can crawl under things for him because they're smaller.  (He can crawl under his trampoline when we're cleaning and, naturally, that's a clear reason for having kids.)

• washing my flashlight as a "bathtub experiment". (Sigh.  I almost wasn't up for including that in this update.)


  1. I bought Dianne Durante's Forgotten Delights, a textual and photographic tour of the many sculptures erected in New York City but now largely forgotten. They reflect, in many cases, the romantic realism of the 19th and early 20th Centuries.

    If you do buy the book, I think you will see what I saw: Dianne persistently, over a period of years, collected information, took photos, and labored to produce her book. It is that sort of long-term, focused effort that changes our world for the better, one thread at a time.

  2. Burgess: Thanks for the comment. I'm thinking that this is definitely an experience to pursue either without my son or with two adults. I think I'd either be dangerously distracted by the art or frustrated that I couldn't focus sufficiently. Of course, two parents means we could take turns helping him appreciate the art and having private moments ourselves.