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

Yes! I have always wondered how to introduce the second law of thermodynamics to my grandson. And here’s how:

“Humpty Dumpty has been used to demonstrate the second law of thermodynamics.

The law describes a process known as entropy, a measure of the number of specific ways in which a system may be arranged, often taken to be a measure of “disorder”. The higher the entropy, the higher the disorder.

After his fall, and subsequent shattering, the inability to put him together again is representative of this principle, as it would be highly unlikely, though not impossible, to return him to his earlier state of lower entropy, as the entropy of an isolated system never decreases.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humpty_Dumpty#In_science

Sometimes, on our walks, the grandboy and I play the “Monsters Are Coming” game.

It’s not what you may think.

We chase the monsters.

Today we play ‘grumpy bear’ where the littleun pretends to be sleeping, and when I bounce the ball off the wall and it hits him, he jumps up and roars.

I think he got the idea from me, when the roles were reversed and I wasn’t just pretending to be asleep

I listened to a song today from one of my fav music groups, The Gregory Brothers.

Then I heard my grandson singing as he played with his cars.

And then I saw and heard this video of a woman hearing sound for the first time in her life.

I’m going to backtrack and re-listen to the first two again, but with a different perspective. http://youtu.be/S7LcNUxcQ8Y

I have a picture of a futuristic gladiator hanging by the back entryway.

The grandson was nervous about it. I assured him by saying it was a guard to stop bad guys from coming in the door.

So he repeats it back to me, and in his little kid accent it sounds like he’s saying, “God will save me” when he points to this.

I have to let his momma know what he’s really saying before he freaks her out one of these days and they are sitting at home, alone…