Super Important Business of Today

Rowan and Poppy had Super Important Business to take care of today. There were playgrounds to be played at, Prairie Dogs to be watched, rocks to be tasted, empty creek beds to be wandered through, rocks to be balanced on, dandelions to be picked and gathered up, and more playgrounds to be played at. Although we did get a few things ticked off the adult agenda, it was a mostly child-paced day. And lovely. This video of Poppy is, in the words of Great Grandma June Todd, "priceless!"

Weekend Fun

Rand found Rowan's Etch-a-Sketch thingie on the floor after Poppy had been chewing on the pen for a while and found this - so sweet. I Heart U Daddy - (heart melting).

And here's a video of Poppy walking - very short but cute.



And if anyone wonders why my house looks so messy when it's a weekend and we've both been home, here's a poem to help you understand our parenting philosphy found on another blog:

My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn’t make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.
Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I,
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky.
We waded in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood.
My kitchen wasn’t swept today,
But life was sweet and good.
We found a cool sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest
Where fern and larkspur grow.
We watched a robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill,
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky;
We plucked a daffodil.
That my house was neglected,
That I didn’t sweep the stair,
In twenty years no one on earth
Will know or even care.
But that I’ve helped a little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years the whole wide world
May look and see and know.
-Anonymous



Happy Weekend!!

Poopy Pee Pee Fart in a Diaper.

I can't find my cord for the camera to put up some great video of Poppy walking across the living room (hollering at me for some reason or other) so I will attempt to write about the deep conversations in our house of late.

Ahhhh....Four. Four year old boy. I just didn't know it was possible to talk about pee poo farts and diapers in so many ways....I wish I had written down some of the eloquent conversations being had in our house and van these days. This one was great:

I was laying with Rowan in bed while he was trying to fall asleep. We had some philosophical conversation earlier in the day about feelings - can't recall exactly what but he asked why you can't see love - but if you could what exactly would love look like, etc. Part of this was due (I think) to Poppy's greatest trick of sitting in her seat at dinner, tilting her head back slightly, closing her eyes, holding her arms waaayyy out and sounding like she is sucking air in her lungs at a high pitched sound - hard to describe but I will import video soon. I think I should make a video of it for people who are feeling down because you cannot be anything BUT happy when you watch her do this. I think when she does that she is sucking up all the love she has to shoot out in to the universe to share with everyone. I am guessing that's where this conversation started. But oh, not how it ended.

So back to trying to sleep. Rowan is chatting away about this and that and I remembered the earlier what would love look like conversation. I asked, "If love was a colour, what colour do you think it would be?" I think he answered 'red' - his favorite colour. Thinking I am such a great parent, because look, my 4 yr old and I can have these totally deep phisosophical conversations man, I decide to go further. Then I asked, "If love had a flavour, what would it taste like?". And he said "Hmmm....cookies. Mom? If love was poo, what would it smell like?" INSANE giggles (from both of us). Laughter, crazy can't stop laughing giggles. THen, "If poo was on your diaper what would it smell like? If you farted in a diaper and peed on your head what colour would it be?" And on for about ten minutes. I laugh along because shit, this IS funny stuff. God I wish people would just lighten up and have a good pee poo fart diaper laugh once in a while. But, ok, ten minutes has passed. Let's go to sleep already. Rowan is giggling constantly. Like he is totally killing himself with his own jokes. "Ok. That's good. Time to go to sleep, Rowan." "Mom. I JUST can't STOP! Like, I have all these words in my head about pee and poo, you know? I can't sleep, Mom." Three minutes later he was out. I can only guess what the little cherub was dreaming about.

Yesterday, we're listening to a great song by Elizabeth Mitchell, and then she starts singing Jingle Bells. Do you know the other lyrics that are not as widely known? Rowan so kindly taught them to me. Here you go - they may just take around our house:

Poopy Pants
Poopy Pants
Poopy poopy pants
Poopy pee pee pee pee pee poo poo pee pee pee pee poo
OH!
Poopy pants
poopy pants

You get the picture.

I'm sorry to say this will not be the last blog about pee poo fart in a diaper because these are very important subjects around here and there is much more laughter to be had!