Pill bug, pill bug, run away home. Our house is on fire, our mom needs a comb. Our sister can fly, just give her a push. Mom may seem angry, but her brain’s just mush.
Lesson #1: If you’re looking for hours of entertainment (and a low maintenance pet—yes, afraid we had to let Anke go), send your kids a-huntin’ for pill bugs. Preferably in your very kind neighbor’s garden. Bonus if she provides shovels and pays them for any weeds they pull along the way.
Lesson #2: Real life offers so many great teaching moments. Like this week, Little not only learned what a synonym is, he learned the power of alliteration. He illustrated both concepts beautifully by changing his bath-time song from “Wiggle Your P3ni$” to “Wiggle Your W33ni3”. So this is what pride feels like, huh?
Lesson #3: Sometimes using our words—or letters—is dangerous. The other night at dinner, Lenny thought he was being coy spelling “a-$-$” to me in a conversation. He forgot we now have a kid who spells. “A$$?!” And a kid who talks a lot, “A$$, what’s a$$? Mommy, what’s a$$?” (I chose to ignore the teaching opportunity here and, magically, they moved on.) Again, pride.
Lesson #4: The fact that Little calls his Chewbacca the mom and Darth Vader the dad (having not seen Star Wars and really having no clue what the role of these characters is), I’m thinking both Lenny and I are in need of some pretty major makeovers.
Lesson #5: In our house, the Johnny Jumper should really be called the Pink Launcher.
Lesson #6: If somebody tells me I’m on fire, it’s likely to be in the literal sense of the phrase. (Especially if we’re in my kitchen.) This week I managed to burn a good chunk of our butcher block boiling—wait for it—water. And within seconds of reheating Pink’s mini carrot chunks, it looked like the Fourth of July in our microwave. Consider this a public service announcement: Carrots are flammable. You’re welcome.
Lesson #7: When your kind, generous nanny wants to take the boys on a rainy day outing to celebrate a birthday, double check to be sure the place you send them is actually open to the public on weekends. Otherwise it might take them an hour to find another activity, then another couple hours to complete it… Wait a second. This was one wild goose chase I actually benefited from. Happy early birthday to me!
Lesson #8: Say what you will about Miley Cyrus, but in our house she’s a miracle worker. Party in the USA cures ouchies, hurt feelings, the no-nap blues and teething pain.
Lesson #9: If you want to give your six-year-old boy a crash course in worship, be sure Jim Harbaugh is going to be at church. (Yep, even in the off-season the 49ers dominate Big’s Sundays.)
Lesson #10: “Saying goodbye to something you love this much isn’t easy.” -Big, when we made him set the pill bug colony free
May you love freely and deeply this week. (But keep a fire extinguisher close by just in case.)