Sunday, February 13, 2011

SOOC | a lazy Sunday afternoon

It’s hard being five-years-old. You have to be right about everything. Every. Thing.
You have to practice reading, you can’t watch TV all day, you have to write your name on 20+ valentine cards, you have to stop at the store with you parents, you can’t go to the McDonalds playground that you spied while in the car, you neck hurts, your head hurts, you’re thirsty – right now!

…and that’s just Sunday morning.


Then after some cuddling and all the whining and pouting and gnashing-of-teeth, it all went quiet.


and that’s where I found him - fast asleep.


Don’t you love those days where you can just dig in and take a nap?


I know I do.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Wordless Wednesday | The Eddie Café

After making breakfast with me, he became inspired - once again - and soon concocted several dishes at his latest eatery, the Eddie Café.

play food
This special dish had a great name; but it has since escaped me. Good thing it's WORDLESS Wednesday.

My personal favorite {Harrison created} restaurant was "Hot Naked" because "it's spicy hot and you tear off the skins of the fruits and veggies to eat them".

Happy Wednesday!

More Wordless Wednesday here

Famous Last Words

"but let's hope he doesn't stick his tongue to a frozen metal flag pole when we visit the Midwest this winter."
What was I thinking to even utter the idea anywhere?

 We visited the St. Louis Arch over Christmas; the first time for Harrison and me. It is pretty freakin' cool!
[Oh yeah, you see where we're going with this]

Now the boy doesn't read his blog, and I don't THINK we talked about it in front of him... AND I know for a fact we didn't Triple-Dog-Dare him; but non the less, a light-bulb went off in his little five-year-old head immediately after I took a picture of him standing up against that gigantic, cold, metal wall.

I can only imagine the wheels in his brain turning as he examined it, "Hmm, this is interesting, I wonder what it tastes like; what will really happen if I touch it with my tongue..."

...and before I could stop him, out came the tongue and made contact with the cold surface of the arch.

Yup, I took the picture first - then I did the mom-thing,

"Harrison, Eeww! Don't lick the Arch"!

Luckily, it was only 30 degrees out and his tongue didn't stick.

Never. A dull moment.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Daddy Files | “This is not the castle you are looking for…”

One of our dear friends had a very important birthday this year, one of those ending-in-a-zero birthdays – always an occasion for a BIG birthday bash. So that’s what he did. It was hosted at his friend’s home in the Hollywood Hills. Sadly, I wasn’t able to attend the event since I was already in Huntington Beach attending a photography workshop.

But the G.I.D. took Harrison and Big Brother to the party. On the way there he told Harrison they were going to a party in a REAL castle. Harrison wasn’t buying it… until they pulled up to the house.


Shortly after arriving Harrison was ready for something to drink, being out of practice in the art of “just-in-case” snack preparedness for children, Dad had left the canteen behind. He couldn’t find a single beverage that was mom-worthy (not even bottled waters). So as he handed a plastic cup, filled with what he deemed the least unhealthy drink, to Harrison he muttered “Your mom is going to kill me.”

Harrison took one sip of the clear liquid in the cup and an expression of utter shock, bewilderment and excitement washed over his face all at once.

WHOA!!      WHAT?… IS?THIS!??

Just like that, he guzzled down his first-ever 7-Up and immediately held out his cup for more. It’s hard to say just how many more he had that evening; but he seemed to handle the sugar rush fairly well.

Later in the evening, Harrison was apparently being followed about by a smaller boy who became quite taken with him; unfortunately he quickly became annoyed by the younger, much louder boy. Being five years old, Harrison’s way of dealing with the boy was, well… uniquely, creatively… Harrison.

He finally stopped, looked seriously at the boy and waved his hand from left to right saying, “This is not the castle you are looking for… Move along…”

The little boy just stared blankly at Harrison. Speechless.
(Apparently, his dad hasn’t versed him in the finer points of Star Wars yet.)