My ladel somehow ended up in the bathroom sink, and has to stay there. Samantha explains,
Sam: "Is 'cause Ernie is ticky!"
Mama: "Tricky?"
Sam: "Ernie is ticky!"
Mama: "Needs a tickle?"
Sam (exasperated): "Mama, Ernie TICKY!"
Mama: "Stinky?"
Sam: Sigh.
I went to move the ladel to the dishwasher.
Sam: "Mama! Leave it! (Something, something, something, something) Ernie ticky!"
So, Ernie, apparently, is ticky. And I, apparently, have a ladel in my sink.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
A longer-than-planned nature hike
Sam and I went to a Wild Animal Show today at a county park, or at least, that's what we planned. We showed up only to learn that it had been canceled. Ah well. We checked out the turtles and the "Birds of Prey" exhibit. It was a beautiful day, so I thought we'd hike one of the little nature trails on the park property. I hadn't really planned for this to be our activity, but we had a drink and some snacks with us and the trails looked short and easy. I consulted the marker at the head of the trail and chose the red trail, which (I thought) the marker indicated was 1/2 mile. That seemed like a distance we could easily do.
So off we went, my junior hiker and I. Happily, the trees along the trail sported red dots to mark our path, which Sam enjoyed pointing out as we went. She stopped to inspect a lot of things and wanted to sit or stand on every log on the path. This slowed us a little, but she also ran along the trail quite a bit, which helped make up time. It wasn't long before I was pretty darn sure we'd already gone a 1/2 mile. We hiked a little further. Then I was REALLY sure. I was tempted to turn around, but kept thinking that it would be stupid to turn around if we were almost back - so I didn't.
We came to a little creek. Sam threw pebbles and attempted to go for a swim. We played for a while and had a nice break. Then we got back on the path and kept hiking. The weather was gorgeous and birds were singing. It was lovely. I was surprised that she kept such a lively pace. Had she not, perhaps I'd have been more inclined to turn around.
We stopped again for a snack - goldfish and bananas and water. Sam assured me that this was very fun, but I was starting to worry a little. I mean, we hadn't gotten SO far - I could definately walk back. But what was the right decision? Keep going or turn around? Would she be able to hike the distance back if I turned around? Would she be able to hike the distance back if I didn't turn around?
By this point, she was starting to slow. I kept pointing out things along the trail, and she wasn't complaining. Finally, I heard what sounded like a car. Looking up the trail there was an incline that turned out to lead back to the parking lot. Sam and I scampered up, and sure enough - we were back where I'd parked. I went and checked the trail markers again - it turns out we'd chosen the 2.5 mile trail - which is somewhat different than a 1/2 mile trail! To Sam's credit - she walked the whole thing and didn't want to be carried even when I offered! I promised that next time Mama would check the trail length before we set out. She asked, "And the rocks?" Which I assume means that the length of the hike is less important than whether or not she gets to throw pebbles in the creek.
We didn't, by the way, see another soul out in the woods the whole hike, which was nice in one way, and somewhat terrifying in another.
Pictures of our day are here.
So off we went, my junior hiker and I. Happily, the trees along the trail sported red dots to mark our path, which Sam enjoyed pointing out as we went. She stopped to inspect a lot of things and wanted to sit or stand on every log on the path. This slowed us a little, but she also ran along the trail quite a bit, which helped make up time. It wasn't long before I was pretty darn sure we'd already gone a 1/2 mile. We hiked a little further. Then I was REALLY sure. I was tempted to turn around, but kept thinking that it would be stupid to turn around if we were almost back - so I didn't.
We came to a little creek. Sam threw pebbles and attempted to go for a swim. We played for a while and had a nice break. Then we got back on the path and kept hiking. The weather was gorgeous and birds were singing. It was lovely. I was surprised that she kept such a lively pace. Had she not, perhaps I'd have been more inclined to turn around.
We stopped again for a snack - goldfish and bananas and water. Sam assured me that this was very fun, but I was starting to worry a little. I mean, we hadn't gotten SO far - I could definately walk back. But what was the right decision? Keep going or turn around? Would she be able to hike the distance back if I turned around? Would she be able to hike the distance back if I didn't turn around?
By this point, she was starting to slow. I kept pointing out things along the trail, and she wasn't complaining. Finally, I heard what sounded like a car. Looking up the trail there was an incline that turned out to lead back to the parking lot. Sam and I scampered up, and sure enough - we were back where I'd parked. I went and checked the trail markers again - it turns out we'd chosen the 2.5 mile trail - which is somewhat different than a 1/2 mile trail! To Sam's credit - she walked the whole thing and didn't want to be carried even when I offered! I promised that next time Mama would check the trail length before we set out. She asked, "And the rocks?" Which I assume means that the length of the hike is less important than whether or not she gets to throw pebbles in the creek.
We didn't, by the way, see another soul out in the woods the whole hike, which was nice in one way, and somewhat terrifying in another.
Pictures of our day are here.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
How to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
I was asking Sam about the steps to make a PB&J this morning as I was fixing her lunch. I like holding conversations like this - it makes me feel more like a responsible mother trying to teach her something, and less like a lunatic trying to throw together some food and get out the door in time for work. So I prompted that the first step would be to get some bread. Then . . .
Mama: "So we've got some bread. What's the next step?"
Sam: (Gestures to indicate bread in front of her)"Bread."
(Gestures as if pushing something away) "No cat!"
Mama: "WHAT is the next step?"
Samantha: "NO CAT!"
(Gestures as if spreading peanutbutter) "Then, pea-butter . . . "
Cue Mama rolling on the floor laughing! Who knew that was a step in making a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich? Hahahahaha! I live for this stuff!
Mama: "So we've got some bread. What's the next step?"
Sam: (Gestures to indicate bread in front of her)
(Gestures as if pushing something away) "No cat!"
Mama: "WHAT is the next step?"
Samantha: "NO CAT!"
(Gestures as if spreading peanutbutter) "Then, pea-butter . . . "
Cue Mama rolling on the floor laughing! Who knew that was a step in making a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich? Hahahahaha! I live for this stuff!
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