Friday Fun

Friday Fun! It’s Healthy!

Charlie under the bed

The anecdote about William explains why I’ve suddenly become even busier and only have two stories to share this week, till I manage a new schedule. đŸ˜‰

It’s tax season. That time of year when costumed people stand by the side of the road waving signs and Charlie says, “Let’s go visit the Statue of Liverty!”

Charlie – Age 4

I’ve started working out on the treadmill because of unique encouragement from William. We had gone to Busch Gardens and for about five minutes I followed the boys on Jungala’s climbing maze of rope bridges and nets.

Five. Minutes.

My legs were painfully sore for the next several days. There were times I wasn’t sure they would support me going down the stairs. I guess I spend too much time sitting and writing. William thought it was funny to poke my sore muscles and see the way I squirmed.

At least I can listen to an audio book on the treadmill.

William – Age 6

I’d love to hear from you!

Are your kids monster hunters? Do they appreciate national monuments? How do they encourage you to exercise?

Friday Fun

Friday Fun! Ewww!

While waiting in the line for the Grover Coaster at Busch Gardens, I was chatting with a parent ahead of us in line. When the line moved, I looked to William to make sure that he was following.

He was following, all right.

He had his tongue out and ran it all the way down the bar that separated the line from where guests boarded the coaster.

Yuck. Just. Yuck.

William – Age 5


Charlie was building his train set (again). He asked for my help setting up the waterwheel. When I put it where the boat was, he said, “No, it’s in the water where there are crocodiles.”


So I set it on the other side of the track so it wouldn’t be in the invisible pond. “There,” I said. “Now it’s not in the water, but close by.”

Apparently, that didn’t make much sense to him because his response was, “If you say so.”

Hmm, I wonder where he heard that one…

Charlie – Age 4


Charlie argued with me over whether he should eat a rice cake or the rice pudding that he asked for and never finished.

“Rice cake!” He said.

“Rice pudding!” I said.

“Rice cake!”

“Rice pudding!”

Eventually, Charlie started saying, “Rice rice cake!”

So, of course, the first thing that came out of my mouth was to sing (to the tune of ‘Ice, Ice, Baby’), “Rice, rice pudding. Ba-bum ba-bum, ba-da, bum-bum. Vanilla rice, rice pudding…”

That stopped the argument for a moment because Charlie looked at me like I had two heads. đŸ˜€

Charlie – Age 4


When I was putting Charlie to bed, he kept picking his nose. I told him not to. When I checked on him after he fell asleep, he had a booger on his cheek.

Charlie – Age 4

Are your kids gross? Or are they too cute to be too gross? Do they inadvertently pop songs in your head?