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.

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.


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.

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.)

Three Up - Twelve Times

Blogging often taken a back seat to our busy lives in 2010 but the intention was always there. As I browsed through my personal photos from 2010, I remembered events and adventures we went on, all the moments we lived that didn’t quite get blogged and I realized the incredible growth that took place in this wonderful little boy - in just. one. year.
So here it goes…
Three Up – 12 Times.












Hard to believe that in less than two months he’s going to be six years old.
He amazes me every day with his energy, his wit, his spirit.
He is a BOY… ready to take on the world.

WW | "You'll shoot Your Eye Out!"

I LOVE a Christmas Story. Classic.

And when Harrison dressed up for "Red Ribbon Week" as a scientist (the best we could come up with) and {very} reluctantly posed for a quick pictures... Well, one word came to mind. Ralphie.

He warms up...

Luckily, no Red Ryder BB gun here; but let's hope he doesn't stick his tongue to a frozen metal flag pole when we visit the Midwest this winter.

More Wordless Wednesday here.

The Daddy Files and a Dead Fish (OR When Mommy Takes a Pass)

Daddy had just sat down in Harrison's room to read a bedtime story when I walked in to fix the bed covers.

I had barely crossed the threshold when, with alarm in his voice, Harrison said, "Mommy, Speed Racer is dead!"

Sure enough, in the bottom corner of the tank, Speed Racer lay motionless. Daddy looked at me and asked, "When was the last time you fed him?"

"Oh, you're funny..." I respond. Then I looked at the fish food container hidden behind a small pile of Legos and wondered...only for a moment. "I fed him yesterday!" I added. [I think]

So I tell Harrison that "we'll take care of him tomorrow" and before I can skip a beat Harrison asks, "Can we cut him open and look at his insides like a scientist?!"

Eh...er...

Then like any [good] parent, I brushed off the request and said goodnight. I'll flush the dead fish, end of story.

Not.


Upon returning home from work the next afternoon, I open the door to immediately be greeted with, "ARE YOU READY TO CUT OPEN MY FISH NOW, MOMMY!"

Great.

After wrangling, negotiating, posting on Facebook, getting advice, watching fish dissections on YouTube, old-fashioned bribing [with a pet burial], and finally convincing Daddy to take on the task - we had a dissection of said dead fish.

Poor fish, poor dead fish.

 

Poor dead, stinky fish...

Oh, but look at that cool eyeball!

Five minutes later, he was off to do something else, "Thank you, I'm done."

With that, Ken flushed the remains as planned.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day Harrison asked, "Daddy, what did you do with Speed Racer?" Er...eh... "I flushed him".


"Oh," Harrison said, "I wanted to give him a Decent Burial."

Pause.
"Well, Navy officers and Pirates have burials at sea, that's decent."


And that was all he needed to know.