Things we debate in our house: Is the plural 'Tyrannosaurus Rexes' or 'Tyrannosauruses Rex'? Day #263 When your Sundays revolve around dinosaurs
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Day #262 Up close and personal
We were at the zoo again today. I’ll spare you the details write about the details in another post, but there was one thing on our way out that deserves its own story. We were on the way out at the zoo’s main entrance and exit, which is a wide platform with a deck-like extension…
Day #261 Inside the mind of a toddler
The Mister is a fan of witty and clever t-shirts, and this one – a gift from his sister – is a frequent favourite. I’m not sure, however, that I can ever look at it again now thanks to the dark, devious, and twisted thinking of our toddler. Let’s be honest – no one really…
Day #258 Bears, oh my!
“Who made these?” Hawkeye asked me today on the way home. “I think those are dog prints, honey.” I replied. “A dog made them.” “Nooooooo.” he retorted emphatically. “Not a dog!” “No? Then who? Was it a really big cat?” “No…” he said and paused for full conspiratorial effect. “It was a BEAR!” “A bear?…
Day #256 Yes, it’s the zoo again
We were at the zoo again yesterday. You might be thinking, oh my god, really? Yes, really. It’s the best place to kill a couple of hours if you’re in that part of town and you have an annual membership and a toddler with a constant need of diversion. It’s, frankly, better than television. You’ll…
Day #250 Headwinds
Ever drive past a farm countryside and notice cows all clustered together in one part of the field? Or see them all lying down facing the same direction and wondered what it meant? I’ve heard it said often enough that an experienced farmer in tune with his land and animals can tell the coming weather…
Day #248 The Stolen Child
Yesterday morning I posted the following on my Facebook page: “We woke up to a changeling in our bed instead of Hawkeye. After two mornings in a row of crying and screaming and kicking and having to wrestle him into his clothes and shoes and stroller, this morning he meekly slid out of bed with…
Day #247 The inescapable passage of time
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” ~ Albert Einstein Almost everyone knows the famous quotation from Albert Einsten about the relativity of time. Parenting has its own peculiar relativity…
Day #246 Gone bananas
Hawkeye insisted on walking home today which meant that passing by the shop without going in was guaranteed to provoke a tantrum. Thankfully, he has learned to accept that “ice cream” comes from the fridge at home, not the shop, and can once again be bribed to exit the shop eating just a banana and…
Day #244 Gone batty
One last snippet from the weekend zoo trip. We paid our customary trip to the gift shop to see what small animal we could add to Hawkeye’s collection. Normally I don’t bring him with me to avoid the begging and the inevitable tears and tantrums. He’s too young yet to understand why he can’t have…
The Feathered Rose 