Everyday snippets
Anyone who knows my Reece, knows that he talks like a duck's tail in huckleberry season. Rapid fire, my boy.
So, 6 year old Reece has been practicing saying his R's. Now first off, let me just say that it's quite a burden to be unable to say your R's at 6 years old when, joy of joys, your name starts with one. Kind of reminds me of that Far Side comic where the one deer says to the other, "That's a heck of a birth mark, Hal."
So, my little man's been practicing. A few nights ago, it went like this.
REECE: "It wained last night."
ME: "Rrr-ained. It rrr-ained last night."
REECE: "Oh. It...rrr-ained last night."
ME: "It did?"
REECE: "Uh huh. I know because I huwd it."
Sigh. We'll keep rrrr-rolling along on that one.
And another conversation with Reece.
REECE: "I love cows, mom. Dot is my favorite cow in the whole world."
(Dot is his Webkinz cow)
"I think I'm gonna visit Cow.com."
ME: "You are? What is Cow.com?"
REECE: "I think it's a cow site. They show us all kinds of cows. I love cows. Does it show us cow dung too?"
Sigh. We're going to pass on Cow.com, dung and all.
And still another chat with Reece.
The other day I made "ants on a log" as the kids' homeschool snack, using fat-free cream cheese and raisins on celery. Reece's eyes widened with approval as he exclaimed, "Oh thanks, Momma. I love links on a log." Seems the boy got ants on a log confused with Lincoln logs, lol.
And speaking of homeschool, we've had a few less than stellar moments there as well. Consider last week. We needed to find our talking magnifying glass for science. The kids gave an unmotivated, "I don't know where it is," so their dad piped up.
"There's a quarter in it for whoever finds it."
Almost immediately, the fire was ignited.
You mean the big green one that talks?"
"Yes, that's the one. Find it and you get the quarter."
Well, next thing we heard was three pairs of feet dashing up the stairs to the playroom in search of the valuable item. Seconds later we also heard,
"HEY!!!! Stop pushing me!"
Screams.
Scuffles.
Then finally, the oldest proclaimed with victory, "Got it!"
"Hey, that's not fair."
Crying.
Finally, dh broke the adult silence by saying, "Good thing I didn't offer a whole dollar. We'd have heard gun fire up there."
Toni
10 comments:
My daughter couldn't say her r's either, until she started first grade. She was given immediate remedial classes, and within two weeks she was fine.
I really hated to see her become "Rachel"; she had been "Waychel" for so long!
HAHAHA! Oh you two are cards! Carl and his dry wit with your "sistah" sense of humor...deadly combo! :-) The last scene you described is the story of my life, and probably the story of every parent's life...any idea I think is a sure-fire "good" idea, if it involves the kids, it turns into a yelling, scuffling, pushing cry-fest. Oh, and I can just hear Tiny Tim...uh, I mean REECE talking about cow.com. Yesterday when Tif and I were walking, we saw a girl of about 8 or 9 riding her bike and talking on a blue tooth attached to her ear. The world has changed, hasn't it?
That's one of my favorite Gary Larsen's, ever.
I used to be in day care, and always marvelled at how preschoolers all sound like New Englanders for awhile. No matter where they come from. Then it all smooths out. 'R' is always tricky.
Everyday with little kids is a RIOT. I get mad at myself when I forget to write them down. Wish I would have done that when my own were little. We think we will always remember....guess what? We don't (o: I added some pics of my daughter in Kabul. My blog is usually more about the granddaughters so I have kid stories too. There is a young Christian mom with great pics @ www.praireprologue.blogspot.com think you would enjoy.
Hi! I stopped by from the Trailboss blog and i enjoyed your posts. And i see that you are a "scrapper". I just got started in that and i have found it to be a fun thing to do with my friends.
I totally just figured out what my life is missing! Some guy in the living room offering me money to do stuff. My lack of motivation problem...solved!!
(I'm not saying I want your husband to come to my house and offer me money, mind you. But if only my OWN husband would agree to do this for me...imagine!)
Gotta do laundry....sigh. Offer me five bucks a load...score! I'll be bleaching like the wind.
Just saying!
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O.k. I love the quarter idea. Whenever I ask my kids to look for something they surface look and tell me they can't find it. Well I am stealing your trick with the quarter. I'll tell you how it works.
Children will always be children... always having fun and fun to watch their antics.
I'm surprised that Miss Sniz didn't bring up our little "finder", Izzi. She knows where everything is in our house. The funny thing is, she must walk by something and realize that it's not where it's supposed to be, but she takes the time to mentally connect it so that it comes up when someone is looking for it.
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