I can't remember how Brady got two cups at once, but he thought it was great fun. He was able to drink a little from them this way and wouldn't put them down for quite some time .
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Two are Better Than One
Why drink out of one sippy cup when you can have two?
I can't remember how Brady got two cups at once, but he thought it was great fun. He was able to drink a little from them this way and wouldn't put them down for quite some time .
I can't remember how Brady got two cups at once, but he thought it was great fun. He was able to drink a little from them this way and wouldn't put them down for quite some time .
Pop-A-Point Pencil
I have to take a moment to digress from Brady stories as I am having a child of the 80's moment. Remember these?
A few years ago, my mom graciously bestowed on me all my possessions that remained in my parent's house from my childhood. I believe her exact words were along the lines of "You have your own house now, here's all of your junk." Or something to that effect. I sorted through all of the items, getting rid of some, storing away more than I should, and entering a few useful items into "circulation" such as a never used Pop-A-Point pencil. How it escaped my childhood unused is beyond me as I remember rotating through the pencil points as soon as the fine point was gone but well before all of the lead was used then moving on to the next pencil. But hey, a pencil's a pencil, so into the pen & pencil jar it went.
Fast forward to today. I'm trying to get some work done while Brady takes a nap and I need a pencil with a fine point. I remember the never used Pop-A-Point pencil, grab it and get to work. Suddenly I look down and realize I'm using a purple glitter pencil chosen by a 10-year-old to sketch some modifications to a wastewater treatment plant, and I smile.
I wonder how many other engineering sketches of wastewater treatment plants have been made with a sparkly purple pencil. I also wonder what the 10 year old girl who loved pastel colors and glitter and who dreamed of being a florist one day would think of it's current use. And somewhere deep inside a small voice crinkles is nose and says "Wastewater? Gross."
A few years ago, my mom graciously bestowed on me all my possessions that remained in my parent's house from my childhood. I believe her exact words were along the lines of "You have your own house now, here's all of your junk." Or something to that effect. I sorted through all of the items, getting rid of some, storing away more than I should, and entering a few useful items into "circulation" such as a never used Pop-A-Point pencil. How it escaped my childhood unused is beyond me as I remember rotating through the pencil points as soon as the fine point was gone but well before all of the lead was used then moving on to the next pencil. But hey, a pencil's a pencil, so into the pen & pencil jar it went.
Fast forward to today. I'm trying to get some work done while Brady takes a nap and I need a pencil with a fine point. I remember the never used Pop-A-Point pencil, grab it and get to work. Suddenly I look down and realize I'm using a purple glitter pencil chosen by a 10-year-old to sketch some modifications to a wastewater treatment plant, and I smile.
I wonder how many other engineering sketches of wastewater treatment plants have been made with a sparkly purple pencil. I also wonder what the 10 year old girl who loved pastel colors and glitter and who dreamed of being a florist one day would think of it's current use. And somewhere deep inside a small voice crinkles is nose and says "Wastewater? Gross."
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Bright Idea
I had a really bright idea the other day.
First, let me set the background. It was 9 am on Friday morning and I was scrambling to clean up the kitchen from breakfast before the Parents as Teachers lady was scheduled to arrive at 9:30 am. Before you say to yourself - Half an hour? That's plenty of time to clean a kitchen, let me also add I had not had time to get dressed yet, fix my hair, or put on any makeup, and I still had a few things I wanted to pick up in the living room. It was one of those mornings. Brady was doing his best to "help" by constantly being under my feet, putting things into the dishwasher that don't belong there, taking things out of the dishwasher that do belong there, pushing a chair up to the counter to see what's going on in the sink, etc., etc.
This is where my bright idea comes in.
I decide to set Brady up at the counter with a pencil and paper, so he has something to do and he can see what's going on. I think to myself, a pencil, that's a good choice, it's harmless, right? Brady starts scribbling away. I tell myself I am brilliant and go back to loading the dishwasher. I look up after a couple of dishes and he's still happily drawing away. Wonderful. I turn back to the sink where I can see out of the corner of my eye that he is really getting into this drawing thing. I begin to tell myself that I am a problem solving genius - Brady's happy, I'm getting things done, life is good. Then I turned around and saw this.
Ack!!!
Things I've learned.
1. Pencil draws very well on a counter top.
2. Ball point pen will not make a mark on a counter top, at least not ours. (I plan to keep this in mind for later.)
3. Even though your child has done a wonderful job of staying on the paper every other single time you've seen him draw, that doesn't mean he will this time.
4. Wash cloth and water do not remove pencil marks from a counter top, even when with frantic scrubbing.
5. Soft Scrub works wonders. It does so well that when you're writing this post, your husband says, "Brady drew on the counter?"
First, let me set the background. It was 9 am on Friday morning and I was scrambling to clean up the kitchen from breakfast before the Parents as Teachers lady was scheduled to arrive at 9:30 am. Before you say to yourself - Half an hour? That's plenty of time to clean a kitchen, let me also add I had not had time to get dressed yet, fix my hair, or put on any makeup, and I still had a few things I wanted to pick up in the living room. It was one of those mornings. Brady was doing his best to "help" by constantly being under my feet, putting things into the dishwasher that don't belong there, taking things out of the dishwasher that do belong there, pushing a chair up to the counter to see what's going on in the sink, etc., etc.
This is where my bright idea comes in.
I decide to set Brady up at the counter with a pencil and paper, so he has something to do and he can see what's going on. I think to myself, a pencil, that's a good choice, it's harmless, right? Brady starts scribbling away. I tell myself I am brilliant and go back to loading the dishwasher. I look up after a couple of dishes and he's still happily drawing away. Wonderful. I turn back to the sink where I can see out of the corner of my eye that he is really getting into this drawing thing. I begin to tell myself that I am a problem solving genius - Brady's happy, I'm getting things done, life is good. Then I turned around and saw this.
Ack!!!
Things I've learned.
1. Pencil draws very well on a counter top.
2. Ball point pen will not make a mark on a counter top, at least not ours. (I plan to keep this in mind for later.)
3. Even though your child has done a wonderful job of staying on the paper every other single time you've seen him draw, that doesn't mean he will this time.
4. Wash cloth and water do not remove pencil marks from a counter top, even when with frantic scrubbing.
5. Soft Scrub works wonders. It does so well that when you're writing this post, your husband says, "Brady drew on the counter?"
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Easter Pics
We had a wonderful Easter weekend visiting friends and family and celebrating the resurrection of our Savior.
Brady got to go on his first Easter egg hunt on Saturday. He figured out pretty quickly that his basket had a hat attached to it for decoration.
Here he is waiting to get started with his game face on.
When we got outside, he wasn't quite sure what to do, but he had lots of help from mom, grandma and an aunt and uncle, his personal group of paparazzi.
After he picked up 5 or 6 eggs, Brady decided it was time to take the eggs out of his basket and put them back on the ground. Once we got it straightened out that the eggs were supposed to stay IN the basket, Brady decided he was done with the whole egg hunt thing. He then proceeded to sit down and start stuffing grass inside his eggs. After all, what else would you put inside Easter eggs but dead, brown pieces of grass?
Next we went inside for story time and to decorate foam visors which Brady enjoyed. However, we realized later in the day that we had made an unfortunate color choice going with the orange visor as he kept saying "cheese" and putting it in his mouth.
And we can't forget the obligatory Easter outfit pictures. Brady did really well visiting with his cousin all weekend, calling him "baby" and keeping tabs on him wherever he went.
Brady got to go on his first Easter egg hunt on Saturday. He figured out pretty quickly that his basket had a hat attached to it for decoration.
Here he is waiting to get started with his game face on.
When we got outside, he wasn't quite sure what to do, but he had lots of help from mom, grandma and an aunt and uncle, his personal group of paparazzi.
After he picked up 5 or 6 eggs, Brady decided it was time to take the eggs out of his basket and put them back on the ground. Once we got it straightened out that the eggs were supposed to stay IN the basket, Brady decided he was done with the whole egg hunt thing. He then proceeded to sit down and start stuffing grass inside his eggs. After all, what else would you put inside Easter eggs but dead, brown pieces of grass?
Next we went inside for story time and to decorate foam visors which Brady enjoyed. However, we realized later in the day that we had made an unfortunate color choice going with the orange visor as he kept saying "cheese" and putting it in his mouth.
And we can't forget the obligatory Easter outfit pictures. Brady did really well visiting with his cousin all weekend, calling him "baby" and keeping tabs on him wherever he went.
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