Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Scrambler was Mo's favorite ride this year.
On his seventh scrambling of the afternoon - the second time he convinced me to ride with him - I started getting quite dizzy.
"Why do we do this to ourselves?" I asked, mostly to myself.
"What Mom?" Mo asked.
"What do you like so much about this ride, Kiddo?" I groaned, watching the world spin around me at warp speed.
"I just like it," he answered quickly.
But then he thought some more.
"Mom, I like it because I like the hole it makes in my tummy," he shouted as we flew around in circles, pinned together. "It makes me feel not dead, Mom."
Then we finally started slowing down. Thank goodness! And though I did feel more alive, like Mo observed with his 4-year-old's wisdom, I was mostly just glad it was over.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
- Can you break your head?
- Wouldn't you need to use a saw, like the one Daddy has in the garage, to break your head for real?
- If you did break your head off, you would be dead, right?
- Would you be dead right away? Could they fix you up at the hospital? You know, put your head back on.
And then I finally started to figure out the source of these weird questions when he asked:
- You have to jump in the water at the deep end of the pool, right Mom? If you jump in where it's shallow, you'll get dead. Because you'll break your head off. Right?
Of course, no one's ever said that to him explicitly. But they don't have to. In every single pool we've visited this summer, there's been a posted sign with some iteration of this image...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
- When Mo was home sick and Curly was a day care recently, Mo excitedly got down a bucket of standard-sized Legos that are usually hidden on a high shelf in a storage area. He asked me, "Can I play with these choking hazards, since Curly's not here?"
- We walked by a buggy, wooded area that Mo loves to play in. He asked, "Can I go play down by the ticks today?"
- And when Curly took off running toward the street today, his big brother shouted at the tike, "Stop! Do you want to DIE?"
Monday, July 12, 2010
- Play space ship in the shower (Mo's idea)
- Take out a bunch of tissues and shoot them all over the bathroom with the hair dryer (Mo's idea)
- Crawl around, bark loudly and pretend to be dogs (Curly's idea)
- Combine 1 and 3 and play a game of Space Dogs
Thursday, July 8, 2010
One of the highlights of our trip - something Mo begged for and had been anticipating for months - was a tour on the Ducks. The Ducks are amphibious vehicles, used in WWII, now retired to giving land/water tours. They look like fishing boats with wheels.
Our kids are 2 and 4. There weren't any seat belts and the life jackets were stowed away in overhead bins. I was a little nervous about safety, but then felt like I was being paranoid. They moved very slowly and the lake is shallow.
Well, did you hear? There was an accident in Philadelphia yesterday when a duck boat stalled in a lake and a barge crashed into it, sinking the duck boat and sending the riders flying and presumably killing two of them.
Now that in itself might not seem too coincidental. But get this.
Our last vacation was to Orlando in January, and besides our visit to the ocean, our favorite excursion was the day we spent in Sea World. I loved the Shamu show - to which my husband and sister constantly made fun of me for - but they did let me drag them to two Shamu shows.
Well, get home and a few weeks later there's a breaking news story about a whale trainer killed in a tragic accident, right in front of the audience at a Shamu show.
Tell me, is that creepy? Or am I just paranoid?