Thursday, April 12, 2007

The days to remember....

....Kyra riding her bike without training wheels after just one "supported run" with Matt and a few minutes of coasting with her feet along the ground....

....Kyra and Lucas both attempting to tell knock-knock jokes with their 5 and 2 year old sense of rhythm and comic content....

Knock Knock.

Who's there?

Tree

Tree who?

Tree, tree--bucket truck, won't you cut down me?

(Insert roaring, belly laughter here! While I appreciated the sing-song, poetic nature of this joke told by Kyra as we drove to school this morning, I do think we need to work a bit on her environmental sensibilities!)

....Lucas's perpetual challenge to my belief that anatomy is NOT destiny. With words like "shoot" and "kill" coming from his mouth despite no exposure to TV, day care (no longer since he's home with peace-loving Daddy) and bigger children, I'm honestly starting to wonder....

....Kyra recently discovered the word "damn" all on her own. While we've explained that swears are adult words for very strong feelings and reactions--words we are very careful about using around strangers--she is having a great time trying it out at home. Remind me of my amusement and complacency when her "words that rhyme with bam" game becomes "words that rhyme with truck...."

Pure love!

2 comments:

Sue said...

I don't know, Jen ... anatomy just might be destiny after all! We had a similar experience with Aidan, suddenly very interested in guns ("freezers," he called them). I have no idea where it came from -- like you, no mention of it at home, no exposure to them on TV, etc. I even spoke to his teacher about it, who did believe it was a "boy thing," having seen many an "innocent" little boy suddenly start wielding a pretzel stick like a sword. Strange and fascinating little creatures, our boys ... Hang in there, my friend! And I love the list -- gotta tuck that one away for my own future use (good reminders for me!). Glad you're back!

Grampa Peter said...

Have missed the blogs. The insecure part of me wishes I was as Matt is, (you as well Jennifer) in teaching bike riding. what joy I felt watching you ride across the back yard in Franklin despite my short comings as a teacher. There will be many such treasures in your days, and I' m grateful to share in them.