Has Tyler Met His Match?!
After the commotion died down, they decided to give one another the stare down from a distance.
I'm thinking that Tyler might have met his match with this one.
What do you think?
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
"Flirting" in First Grade!
It's so hard to accept that my little girl is growing up. Yesterday, I was given a stern reminder that she is doing just that. The drive between her school and the daycare, given school traffic can sometimes be 10-15 minutes. She and I usually have conversation about her day. I can usually tell how the conversation will go when I pick her up. If she's smiling when she walks out the door and reaches for my hand, we'll have good conversation. If she's frowning and has her hands full with her things while hardly passing me a glance as we walk to the van, I usually know to keep the conversation to a minimum. Yesterday, she was cheerful so I asked her how her day went. She informed me that her friend was "kinda mean" to her. I asked her what that meant and she said that her friend didn't want to play with her. She and some other girls were too busy running around "flirting" with boys.
Upon this word, my heart must have skipped a beat. Did time fast forward ten years? Am I speaking to my teenage daughter or is this still my first grade, 7 year old daughter? I sputtered a bit and asked her what "flirting" meant.
Flirting: You know, chasing the boys around!
Ohhh, so if you chase a boy you are flirting with him? Okay, that's not so bad, I guess. But, still...
She informed me that she didn't care about chasing boys. She just wants to
"play". Ya know, swing, climb the monkey bars, slide, etc. YES!!! This was music to my ears!!! She didn't want to "flirt" with boys, she wanted to SWING! I was inclined to ask if she wanted me to come to the playground at recess and shoo away those boys swing with her, but I held my tongue in fear that she might take me up on the offer right now.
So, right now...January, twenty-ten my 7 year old daughter would rather "play" than "flirt" with boys. I am okay with that. In due time I know this will change. I will have to accept that fact. In the mean time I am perfectly content in her letting her friends do all of the "flirting" with boys! ;) I can go on searching for plasma mounts. Well, maybe I need to find a plasma television first, right?!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A Dad and His Son
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Gotta Love Little Boys
Little Johnny was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.
After the sixth one a man on the bench across from him said, "Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will rot your teeth, make you fat and force you to spends thousands of dollars on treatments for acne."
Little Johnny replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."
The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"
Little Johnny answered, "No, he minded his own business!"
Friday, July 18, 2008
Did you ever PEE on your head?!
I have a two year old son. This little fella keeps me on my toes to say the least! Last night he'd been outside with his father helping do some yard work. He came inside and of course he was dirty and sweaty. He refused to take a bath. He wanted his dad to give him a bath. Dad was getting in the shower. This boy HATES a shower. The water coming from atop his head creeps him out. In fact if you're showering he'll stand outside the shower encouraging you to "close your eyes and your mouth so the water won't hurt you". The only way I could "convince" (I don't like to use the word bribe) him to bathe was to let him take a bath with his rock. Yup, he'd found a white rock outside and this rock went straight in the bath with him. I had to get "the rock" it's own wash cloth and everything!
The bathing commenced and I went to gather his clothes. When I came back into the bathroom, I was surprised to see my son doing something I'm told that most boys do at some point or another in their life. After he'd been bathed, mind you, I walked in to find my son peeing on his own head. Yes, my friends he was laying in the bathtub pointing the little fella up toward his head and just peeing away on his own head!
Immediatly I screamed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"
He said, very nonchalantly, "I'm peeing, Mommy".
"ON YOUR HEAD???"
He then informed me that he needed to pee and thought it was funny to pee on his head!
This meant, of course that I had to rebathe this kid because I couldn't fathom the thought of sending him to school the next day and the teacher holding him in her lap wondering why his hair reaked of urine!!
I told my husband this story and he chuckled saying that he remembered doing the same thing as a young boy. Okay, whatever! That is just weird!
After he and the rock got out of the bath, I was drying him off. The rock had gone first, he thought it would be fun to throw the rock up into the air. That would have been fine had the ceiling fan not been on. The rock took a nice little trip across the living room onto one wall and then onto another and buzzing right past Mr Peehead Sr (dad) onto the floor. He thought this was very funny and attempted to try it again before Mr Rock was retrieved by mom and then hidden for the rest of the evening.
*sigh*
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