Monday, April 20, 2009

Hooray for Warm Weather

This weekend it was in the 70's and I was just beside myself with things I wanted to get done. On Sat. morning I convinced Vaughn that we should go out to Sauvie Island first thing to walk/bike (him biking, me walking) the loop trail.

We threw ourselves in the car and were out there enjoying the frogs croaking and birds chirping in no time flat. Unfortunately, I had misjudged the trail quality for someone of Vaughn's dirt biking skill and when he had fallen for the second time he was howling that he wanted to go home. As we walked back (me pushing the bike) in relative silence, he finally said, "Why did we even come out here?" The majesty of the natural surroundings was almost totally lost on him until I was able to save it at the last minute by finding an 18 inch long garter snake and picking it up by the tail.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

It Finally Sticks

This morning I was downstairs and hear Vaughn yell out, "YES! I remembered!!" What could this be that he remembered (my natural thought was that it had something to do with a G level or attribute of a particular Bakugan). He followed up with, "Don't worry mom! I remembered to put the toilet seat down and flush!" I guess he has been paying attention.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Spring Chickens

Jacob called me at work today while he was picking up Vaughn wanting to know how many chickens we were allowed to have. Apparently, four baby chicks in need of homes were in Vaughn's classroom for the last two days. Putting baby animals in need of homes in a first grade classroom seems like shady business. Smart and effective - but shady.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Spring has sprung!

Well, temporarily at least. We are having a few days of beautiful weather here in Portland which, as my friend pointed out, shuts Portland down quicker and more completely than a snow day.

Vaughn continues to grow (as I hear they do) and continues to delight with such sassy phrases as, "I think I already asked you to get me some strawberry juice but I'll ask you again." Overall he is as super and quirky as ever. Despite being not quite seven, we see glimpses of the teenager inside.

This morning Jacob and I were upstairs and heard music blasting from the computer at really unreasonable volumes for so early in the morning. Jacob pointed out that the music sounded "suspiciously Christian" when it took an even louder, more aggressive turn. I started downstairs vowing once again to monitor the computer searching more closely (you would have thought the superhero fetish pictures he found would have taught me a lesson). The culprit ended up being a Pokemon video set to music by Marilyn Manson. I don't think you could find a better metaphor for these pre-tween years if you tried.