Lions, and tigers, and bears!
While cooking dinner Erik needed a temporary distraction from the fact that mommy was not currently feeding him, and that I, myself, was busy. I brought him and the high chair into the kitchen, gave him a few animal crackers, an small orange bowl, and his large plastic shapes. At one point, when I looked over to check on him, I noticed his eyes were filled with an wildly running imagination, and it was priceless. My not so little, little guy had put all his animal crackers into the bowl and tipped it on his side so he could get to them one by one and make them "bounce" out. Some of the "animals" found homes as he perched them on top of his shapes. Man, of all times to have filthy hands and no camera in arms reach.
Dinner is now over, as is his pre-meal jungle adventure. Skot and I just got him changed and in about a half an hour we'll be heading to the park for some live music from the gazebo. Erik loves it, we love it, and it is quite nice to let him burn off all that before bed energy! I have no idea who is playing tonight, but the first week we went it was the Starline Rhythm Boys... I think. Let me double check that. Last week it was the David Keller Blues Band (http://www.myspace.com/davekellermusic). Very much blues and soul stuff. I would suggest you check him out if you are into anything of that genre.
Tomorrow I will be reunited with my hoodie! YAY! *does a little dance* A hoodie might not mean much to a lot of people but in Vermont it does. Hell we have 5 seasons, one of them being hoodie season, did you not hear?! ;-) Yes, I am totally joking but almost all the natives I know would strongly agree that hoodie season, indeed, should be a season in itself.
Hoodie season would be defined as that beautiful and brisk time of year between fall/autumn and winter. Thus, the season being too cool for a short/long sleeved t-shirt, but not cold enough yet for a winter jacket and that whole deal.
Now, as for where my hoodie grews legs and "walked off to". One of my dear residents that I care for "took" it. The sweet old man used to own and operate a bowling ally, though I think sadly dementia is starting to kick in. Really, that is all that I can say. Aside from the fact that if half the mindless morons I work with would actual shut the doors to our breakroom, in which the doors are LARGE PRINT labeled "Employees Only". Apparently if you are over the age of 70 that sign does not apply to you. I will have to remember that. Perhaps I won't. Maybe I too will develop some form of dementia. NOTE TO SELF, in that case.
Dinner is now over, as is his pre-meal jungle adventure. Skot and I just got him changed and in about a half an hour we'll be heading to the park for some live music from the gazebo. Erik loves it, we love it, and it is quite nice to let him burn off all that before bed energy! I have no idea who is playing tonight, but the first week we went it was the Starline Rhythm Boys... I think. Let me double check that. Last week it was the David Keller Blues Band (http://www.myspace.com/davekellermusic). Very much blues and soul stuff. I would suggest you check him out if you are into anything of that genre.
Tomorrow I will be reunited with my hoodie! YAY! *does a little dance* A hoodie might not mean much to a lot of people but in Vermont it does. Hell we have 5 seasons, one of them being hoodie season, did you not hear?! ;-) Yes, I am totally joking but almost all the natives I know would strongly agree that hoodie season, indeed, should be a season in itself.
Hoodie season would be defined as that beautiful and brisk time of year between fall/autumn and winter. Thus, the season being too cool for a short/long sleeved t-shirt, but not cold enough yet for a winter jacket and that whole deal.
Now, as for where my hoodie grews legs and "walked off to". One of my dear residents that I care for "took" it. The sweet old man used to own and operate a bowling ally, though I think sadly dementia is starting to kick in. Really, that is all that I can say. Aside from the fact that if half the mindless morons I work with would actual shut the doors to our breakroom, in which the doors are LARGE PRINT labeled "Employees Only". Apparently if you are over the age of 70 that sign does not apply to you. I will have to remember that. Perhaps I won't. Maybe I too will develop some form of dementia. NOTE TO SELF, in that case.
Labels: animal crackers, dementia, dinner, hoodie, imagination, local, metal mama, music, play time, seasons
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