Thirty Eight Dollars

That's what he expected from the tooth fairy for his front, top tooth.

The tooth fairy has made two visits to our house so far.

On both occasions, she has successfully left four shiny quarters, {well there was that night she forgot to stop by and the disappointment on Harrison's face was heartbreaking as he tapped me awake early in that morning, holding up a tooth-fairy pillow - tooth still snug in the pocket.

This time we had a slight delay when we couldn't find the tooth-fairy pillow; however, after showing off his tooth to a friend the next day and finding the little purple pillow, he put it next to his bed, ready for the prize.

She didn't leave quarters this time. No, she left something better - or so I thought.


Harrison walked out of his room with a frown on his face and held up a Two Dollar Bill.




"Awesome!" I said, "What's wrong?"

"It's not 38 dollars."  He sadly replied. 

What!? As my eyes spin.

Reading my dazed and confused expression he adds, "I wanted  the Lego Ninjago Cole's Tread Assalt Vehicle from Target."

And I want a new car.

Good luck with that.

Wordless Wednesday | He Likes It!

Baseball season is almost over...

I think he likes it. What do you think?

Link to more Wordless Wednesday here! 

{almost} Wordless Wednesday | The Trick Is…

 

Doesn’t he look cool in his catcher gear?

Like he’s been playing ball for a long time.

So official, with his mitt up to catch the balls that come in.

Keeping a neat little pile next to him…

Only…

Wouldn’t it work better to catch balls with his eyes open?

That’s what I’m thinking.

 

Keep your eyes open to catch the baseballs – yup. That’s the trick.

*Tonight he kept his eyes opened and caught several balls, including a couple great plays on first base getting a couple batters out and received the game ball.

More Wordless Wednesday here.

Hair Today…

He wasn’t really that thrilled to get a hair cut.
And I admit, I kind of like that long hair – until I look at pictures of his messy, no style ‘do! He is blessed with my hairline (and thickness) that just falls right down into his face.

It was time.


So we went to our favorite guy at our local Floyd’s Barbershop. Alan has been cutting Harrison’s hair since he was four years old and we adore him (well I adore him, Harrison thinks he’s cool).
To be honest, myself being the Murphy Brown of hairstylists, I don’t know what I will do if {when} Alan moves on in life. Harrison always walks out with a great cut.

On the first visit Harrison came up with something to preoccupy his time in the chair (as DVD viewing was no longer an option). He discovered the little, built-in ashtray on the arm of the chair.

He began scooping up cut hair and shoving it in the ashtray; and to his happy surprise it came out for better ease of use! Three years later, he still scoops up as much hair as possible (which was AH. LOT. this go-round) and smashes it down in the metal container.

Somehow, I suspect this is as much action as that little ashtray gets all year, seeing as how most indoor public places are smoking-free.

The hair is cut, the ashtray emptied, the lollipop crunched - and here is the NEW {7-year-old} Harrison.

Happy Monday!

Sir Harrison

This year to celebrate Harrison’s seventh birthday we took him and two of his friends (brothers) to Medieval Times. He promptly announced that he was taking his knight’s armor to be ready for what he may experience. A knight is always ready…

A lot of fun awaited some very excited boys.

 

To start he was knighted in special ceremony.

Some new medieval weapons and off we went to the festivities

Maybe we should have dubbed them the Three Musketeers…

The boys had an awesome time and were beside themselves with excitement.  There was plenty of cheering, yelling, waving of banners and laughing hysterics. 

One birthday we’ll remember for quite a while. 

Happy Valentines Day!

This year we made Harrison’s Valentines Day cards, he whet to town drawing on each and every card – unfortunately before he got through the last few cards he came down with a nasty cold.

Fortunately the last few cards were for the girls, so he drew hearts and flower gardens which seemed to be faster and easier.

He said to me, “Don’t say that I love so-and-so!”
“What? Why would I say that?” I responded.
(Because I tease him about loving girls every day…NOT)
He held up a card for me to see and pointing to each said, “Because I drew - one, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN hearts on her card.” 
“Okay.”
“She is cute though.”
[pause]
”And nice. But I don’t love her!”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” he repeated and continued drawing hearts on the rest of the cards.
Sadly, he didn’t get to pass his cards out today, he stayed home - still sick.

Earlier today as he looked at a picture of the cards with the heart shaped lollipop. He asked what happened to the heart-shaped lollipops. “I threw them away because they are REALLY bad-for-you candy.
“Hey, Wait! Why do you let ME eat the bad-for-me candy!?”

good point kid.

From Duke to Duchess | Photo Story Friday

Hard to believe that it’s been two years since we said goodbye to Duke-the-Dog. However, he is not forgotten in any way. Duke comes up in conversation fairly regularly with Harrison and he is always pining for another dog – most likely named Duke or maybe Carl.

Then last summer he had a new plan. A parrot. I suppose between all the pirate stories, pirate toys, pirate cartoons, pirate movies and even pirate Legos, he decided on a parrot. 

Why a parrot?
Because parrots can talk.

Harrison wanted a talking bird.

Now, I loved my pet parakeets when I was young, so I was able to quickly talk him into the more manageable size bird. We read about them on the internet and watched YouTube videos of talking parakeets and Harrison even picked out a name, Duke. In memory of Duke-the-Dog.

Although I was trying to hold out for Christmas or his birthday I found a great bird store that hand feeds and hand raises their parakeets and I took Harrison to see the birds. He immediately picked out a blue, male parakeet (males are more likely to talk than females) and was able to touch and hold it. He was sweet and gentle… and he was sold.

A month later, we went back to our favorite bird store ready to adopt. Harrison walked to the parakeets and picked out a sweet little yellow female. He was set, she was IT.  But Duke no longer fit. Then the G.I.D. offered up '”how about Duchess?”
Duchess it was.


She’s still a bit shy.


 But we keep working with her, like letting her watch some Disney channel with Harrison.


We give her the run of the house…


Yet she always heads back to her “safe place”.



And like Duke-the-Dog, she doesn’t always want her picture taken and has no qualms about screaming about it.

After I walk away.





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