When Catkins Attack

25 03 2011

Big and Little G, like most kids, like to play outside. Now that it’s warming up a little, it’s especially nice to spend time outside at grandma and grandpa’s house, where there’s a fun play structure.

You have to be careful, though. Danger shadows your every step.

Do you see it? No? We’ll get a little closer.

You must see it now, right?

Oh, yes. There it is—lurking behind the planters, lulling you into a false sense of security. Don’t get too close. No, don’t!




That’s right. According to Big G, he can’t go outside because he doesn’t like those things. I’ve explained they’re seeds—inanimate objects which can’t hurt him. This makes no difference to Big G. If there’s something potentially disturbing, he’ll find it and make it a full-scale crisis. If there’s something not at all concerning, he’ll make that a full-scale crisis as well.

So the weather was nice, Big and Little G wanted to play outside, and the moment they stepped out the door, Big G started freaking out and refused to move past the steps. Awesome.

But can’t he dodge the catkins? There can’t be that many, right?



A small sampling of the aspens at the back fence.

I’m guessing this was the scout catkin. As soon as he reports back, his catkin comrades will swarm into the yard en masse and all hope will be lost.


Hey, at least there’s a nice view from the back steps.

(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday – Christmas Edition

29 12 2010

Wordless Wednesday – Let It Snow

27 10 2010

Go play outside. Seriously.

4 05 2010

Little G has a speech delay. I don’t think it’s that big a deal. If he hadn’t been born so early (29 weeks, for those just joining my blog), I might not have even noticed or sought help. But he was, and I did, and so here I am with a 2-year-old who has speech therapy. He has about 15-20 words, and doesn’t do any two-word combinations. Again, I’m not terribly stressed about it. That’s not the point of this post.

Oh, you want to know what the point of this post actually is? You people are so demanding. It’s the words he does say.

I find myself filled with overwhelming shame when I admit that out of my child’s 15 words, two of them are “Dora” and–as of this morning–“Wiggles.”

At least they aren’t swear words, right? (Although I have to admit, “Wiggles” kind of comes out like a swear word when I say it.)

The best part of this? I don’t even have cable. Yeah. This is all from watching Sprout and Nick Jr. at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. (Lest it sound like I’m blaming them, please note that I didn’t say we don’t watch TV at our house. Just that we don’t have cable. Obviously PBS Kids isn’t engendering the same sort of devotion in Little G.)

I’m looking forward to warmer weather. This kid really needs to get out more.

*If you’re reading this, thanks for following me over here! Now I don’t have to spend the rest of my day in the fetal position!

**At least, not for reasons related to my blog.

***I took long enough to post this that it’s now Wordless Wednesday. Frick.

The Wisdom of Big G

24 04 2010

Today grandma and grandpa bought a few goldfish for their pond. Big G was commenting on how much they like to swim, so of course I had to bust out with, “Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly.”

Big G’s response: “Lions gotta walk, langur monkeys gotta swing.”

What the crap? I had to Google langur monkeys to even know what he was talking about. It’s pretty sad when my 4-year-old knows more about the animal kingdom than I do.

I felt vindicated when, moments later, he asked, “Is there animals that aren’t robots?” Ah. Obviously I’m smarter than he is, because he used blatantly incorrect grammar. Oh, and the robot thing.

I told him animals are not robots and he replied, “Oh. They’re not all robots?”

Now I’m imagining a world filled with animatronic animals. It’s not pleasant. Thanks, Big G.

*WordPress doesn’t know the word “animatronic.” Obviously it’s never been to Chuck E Cheese. Or Disneyland. Unless it was so traumatized by the Hall of Presidents that it completely blocked animatronics from memory. Hey, it could happen.

Wordless Wednesday

21 04 2010