Seems that sliced cheese (sliced from a block, not in wrappers) makes for a great adhesive. I found some toys ‘glued’ together today.

Seems like littleun appreciates how, when freshly sliced, the cheese is soft and pliant, but after time and exposure to air, it becomes firm enough to hold items together.

Megapoints for junior engineering skills but no more unsupervised snacking with the stuff 🙂

I think the repetitive nature of some modern-day lyrics is a reflection of conversations we have with little kids

“Yes that’s a hole Yes that’s a hole

Yes that’s a hole in the couch

No please don’t poke it

NO PLEASE don’t rip it

Please yes please leave the hole all alone”

Working on a project for the grandboy.

He saunters over, interested in the goings-on. “Wat YOO MAKIN’?” he says/shouts in his husky morning voice.

Then he spots the spilled glue. “OH. YOU makin’ a MESS”.

Then walks away.

O that peanut gallery

Watching the grandboy devour cold spaghetti, I marvel at the child’s creativity and sheer determination.

Those noodles are pretty wiggly, as is he… 🙂

I think one of the best gifts to give our children is the appreciation and love of silence.

Not muffled suppression using earmuffs, but the lack of manufactured man-made messages like radio, music, or television.

Some of God’s best messages are given in the small, still places between the walls of sound we’ve become comfortable dwelling inside.

I was driving about this weekend and casually reached over for something with my right hand.

“BOTH HANDS, gwumpa, USE BOTH HANDS “, piped a command from the back seat.

We’re in good hands, folks.

I asked the littleun to use his “inside voice”.

And he did.

Apparently he thought he was inside a lumber mill 😛

I asked the littleun to use his “inside voice”.

And he did. Apparently he thought he was inside a lumber mill 😛

The littleun is often sad because he has to wake up before the sun wakes up.

I empathize.

On TV and movies, folks either lazily roll around before getting up, get wake-up phone calls, or slap the alarm clock, but in most cases we see bright daylight streaming in the windows instead of the groggy reflections of themselves as they try to peek out to see what the weather looks like.

Where is this magical land and how do I get there? Haha

The littleun is ‘fixing’ a car I’m ‘driving’ that broke. He fixed it and asked for payment.

I asked “how much?” and the answer was “five”.

We settled for “three”. Never too soon to teach free market principles.

We’ll use the proceeds to build a charity ward 🙂

One thing I do is let the littleuns know it’s ok to cry and be angry and to come back when the crying is over.

Then we can talk about what all the fuss was about.

Hard to do in public though 😀

The littleun is ill.

He told momma this morning a dragon is in his belly and his heart is breaking.

Spoken like a true warrior