Sorta Tidbits

My favorite part of "Sid the Science Kid" is the song he sings each episode to his mom, "I love my mom. My mom is cool. And now it's time for having fun at school." And so, one day last week, I asked if I were cool. Sis responded, without missing a beat, "Sorta cool, Mom. You're sorta cool." I guess my "cool" -ness plumets like the value of a new car. By the time she's a tween, I won't have any coolness left.

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Bud and Sis had an opportunity to play on a neighbor's trampoline the other day. Absolutely thrilling. For them. Actually, if there hadn't been three older kids on it at the same time, I probably would've been fine; as it was I was just very observant. Especially when Bud would do his "Super Duper Ooper Mooper Silly Flop." This mainly consisted of jumping and landing on his bum, legs stretched out forward. He's tried to do it since then on the beds at home but can't get the same bounce. Thankfully.

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Sis was having trouble coming up with happy thoughts a few nights ago, so I was trying to help, "Trampoline? Picnic from the deli? Playgroup?"

"Forget about it, Mom. I can think of happy thoughts by myself."

Hmmm, maybe I'm already down to zero coolness.

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On our list for the wholesale store recently was two big empty cardboard boxes, you know, the kind you get at check out to carry your stuff home. And so, Mama showed up with two nice new boxes. "Everything boxes," a la Olivia (I think. Maybe Caillou). On the first day, they just played in them. By the second day, they were decorating them with markers and collaged construction paper. But the best part, on the third day, involved punching small holes in the boxes to insert Tinker Toys. Bud put a wheel on each side and added a steering wheel. Sis has a periscope for her, and one for Amy the Bunny. It's ingenious. Mama had long thought that the Tinker Toys needed some kind of base or platform to be more interesting to younger kiddos (who don't always understand solid construction and would make wonderful but wobbly creations). And these boxes are perfect. I've read people waxing poetic about refrigerator boxes in childhoods of long ago--how often do you get a new appliance? But you can go to the wholesale store a few times a month. The possbilities are endless. Well, until the kiddos physically outgrow them.