Dylan (7) was deeply disappointed that I had looked at and considered buying blueberries for our camping trip, but had decided we probably didn't have extra room in the fridge.
He could just imagine how good the pancakes would have tasted.
When we got to our camping spot, he was exploring the bush next to it and what did he find?
You got it...wild blueberries!
...and the pancakes did taste so good!
Do any of you have one of those husbands?
You know...the fun ones, the crazy ones, the ones that just love spending time with their children?
I do.
I have one that finds gross animals late at night and wakes the children up to show them his discoveries!
I protest and pretend I don't . like it that he's young at heart and does goofy things like that!
My desire is to decorate our home in a way that says...
Rainy day...
Lego order arrived...
Two happy, quiet boys for the entire afternoon...
A treat for them? Or a treat for me? *wink*
Ad in our local paper:
Are you a beekeeper or interested in bee keeping? Come meet with us to find out more about apiculture.
Okay, I am not interested in becoming a beekeeper. But we are interested learning about bees and the whole honey collecting process.
I took Dylan to the meeting and then they scheduled a 'bee day'. Dylan and I were the only ones interested in learning about it without actually becoming apiculturists.
Monica, the lady hosting the Bee Day, is fabulous with children. Dylan got some great hands-on experience and the chance to ask a million - yes, a million - questions.
Dylan purposely dipped his net in the bees to see if he could get them to crawl on it. It worked!
The bees were swarming around. I thought Dylan might feel nervous, but he wasn't at all. He was too busy looking, touching, helping ... and asking questions.
It turns out Dylan is a master honey-scaper...
...and honey tester!This post from Mrs. Nurse Boy reminded me of a cereal story in our home...
In our home it's considered a nearly criminal activity to feed the boys sugar for breakfast.
We do not eat sugary cereals or sugar on our cereal.
No, it's not because I'm a health nut.
It's because my boys are active enough and I ain't no fool!
Shortly after the children stayed with Mrs. W, this conversation ensued:
Dylan (6:) "Mom, when we stayed with Mrs. W she let us pick our own cereal."
Me: "I let you pick your own cereal."
Dylan (6): "No, not Cheerios or Raisin Bran. She let us pick from the grocery store!"
Kobe (3): "I had circle ones that were all different colours!"
Dylan (6): "Yeah, those circle ones were good!"
Note to self: Pat yourself on the back because your 3-year-old and 6-year-old don't know what Fruit Loops are. *wink*
