Colorado Quickie

Bound and determined to see my bff's new babe, P and I just did our first solo roadtrip.  And it was a blast.  I was a tiny titch nervous, seeing how last year's roadtrip to Colorado found me fulltiming it in the back seat with the Little Man... and I wouldn't be in the back seat this time....  But the kid was seriously self sufficient.  He snacked and watched a video on the way out (and I sent up silent thanks to the library's DVD section.)  I expected more of the same on the return trip, but the kid surprised me by sitting in his seat for EIGHT hours.... just chillin'.  He chatted with me and looked out the window.  Played with a toy.  Chatted and looked out the window.  For EIGHT hours.  (Just as a point of comparison, the same trip took us about 12 hours last year and was fairly painful...) I'm seeing endless road trip possibilities here...

The visit itself was fabulous too.  The boys are two of his favorite friends ever, and he played with them, non-stop, our entire stay.  The child was introduced to Nerf Guns and, truly, thought he had died and gone to heaven.  They turned off the lights, ran and hid and cackled and chased and laughed.  It was delightful.  They sat and plotted paper airplane approaches and then folded and taped and cut their way through an afternoon.  It was so touching to eavesdrop and hear them chat with such consideration and camaraderie.  Then, at one point, I saw him try on this mask and the ridiculousness of the size on his small form just cracked me up...  Ahhh, fun with friends.  Just can't be beat!

Back in Kansas

 Happy, happy fall harvest.

More fire, of course.

 Cruisin'

P has become fascinated with quill and ink writing.  I promised to pull mine out when we hit Kansas and the kid didn't forget.  We spent hours today with our turkey quill and traditional fountain pen.  My mother gave me the most glorious inks years ago.  They are waterproof and vivid and.... scented.  I shit you not.  Delicious, natural aromas that make you want to draw for days on end.  The child was in heaven.  

Travel

 Taxi.

Airport.

Drawing on the plain.

Packing (etc) pics

 The child, arranging his favorite shrine.

First, my sister in law rocks (for lots of reason, but I'm speaking specifically, here).  This new iphone app has me swooning with happiness.  Sure, the shots are shit so far, but I'm positive that with the right combo of lens and film, phone photos will soon be so faaaaaab I'll cry.  Yes.  I am a geek.  Thanks, Alicia!!!!

So, I was using absolutely any excuse to snap a shot while I cleaned and packed last week (yah, its an all week affair for us...)  It was like getting to play every few minutes all day long.  I love new toys that cost a buck, create no trash and bring endless happiness.

Still the fave toy: BB's Chateau.

The child, he figured out that he could really draw.  It just happened, all in one day.  Then he started sketching scenes of scariness (featuring me, amidst a storm etc) and laughing with glee.  Afterwards, he folded his stories into airplanes and flew them to me so that I could writhe in anguish.  He was very pleased with himself ;)

He moved on to sketching the cat.  She was a dutiful model.  And he chased her down and returned her to her post if she forgot her job.  Eventually, he set up an entire art table (chairs and a board as the table, books for inspiration, a trash can for rejects, select drawing accoutrements) in the corner of the room.  Believe it or not, I didn't snap it ;)

Moonstone Beach

Our journey, to Phoenix, was one long collecting adventure.  We missed Agate Beach (much to the Little Man's dismay...), making Moonstone Beach a must.  Though it didn't live up to the kid's imagination (a beach made entirely of moonstones, which would be lovely;), he was pleased to fine 3 moonstones that afternoon...

He was also pleased to find a really deep cave.  And this one wasn't half buried by water.  Unfortunately, it also wasn't as remote as the ones we'd found half buried by water and was therefore less, erm, clean and desirable, so we didn't venture into the deepest, darkest recesses, sans flashlight ;)

To be perfectly honest, I'd vote this as our least favorite stop, moonstones aside.  I'm not sure if its because this particular beach just wasn't anything special.... or if it was the stench of wet dog and dung that hung heavily (and mysteriously) in the air...  All I know is that we were quite happy to head to the car (and roll up the windows) after this particular stroll :)

Old Growth

As with all things, once the child's needs had been met, he was more than merry to meet ours.  Satisfied with the new crab haul from the beach and an afternoon of stream hopping, he happily agreed to go to an old growth grove.  Exactly what E had been dreaming of, for years...

It was almost dusk, brisk in the shadows and frustratingly impossible to photograph.  I was torn between documenting and reveling.  These trees were mind boggling.  The silence and space were beyond words.

P found one tree he was determined to live in.  He carefully described how he would rig a stove, where he'd attach the water bucket that would be fed by the stream below...  He was adorably shocked when he realized we wouldn't actually be doing this ;)

Our super cute kitsch lodging that night.  We hiked so late we almost had to sleep in the car, everything was booked up but this.  I can't even express the sheer joy of finding a bed when you think you may be scrunched in the filthy back seat, kicked by a five year old, all the chilly night ;)

A well rested Little Man, the next morning.

Don't sit under the apple tree...

P and I, back when we had a porch and a yard...

We love living in NYC.  As P and I ran errands today (the first day in a few weeks that I could scoot, thanks to the lovely hole in the back of my leg from that venomous varmint...) I sighed (happily) that we could scoot, feel the crispness, ride through the leave's rustles, taste that taste the air always has in November... rather than being trapped in a car.

But its funny how quickly that all changes.  A few more blocks, a little more breeze, and a heated vehicle doesn't always sound half bad ;)

But seriously.  We love so much about NYC that we've left lovely lives, twice, to endure the pain that is moving to this city.  And, yet, we can't help but think about leaving it...

I read an article the other day in which a mother defines the one problem with raising kids here: S-p-a-c-e.  I'd add access to nature, but that's pretty much it in a nutshell.

And so we chat about moving, on a regular basis.  Its just chat, so far ;)  Our trip to Portland fueled the fires, we luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv'd Portland.

And the child.  He fans the flames, regularly.  Wistful childhood wishes.  A yard to hold a stick collection.  A spare room to hold a.... well, a lot of collections ;)

E and I, ever devoted (to that gag yourself degree) feel pulled by our charge's yearnings.  And then he'll say something that has us head-smacking, remembering his brain, and thereby his decision making faculties, is still, erm, developing ;)

Like shortly after his birthday, when he announced at dinner that he no longer longed to move to Portland.  "Yah, why?" we asked.  "If we moved, then I couldn't get to the Lego store."  Oy ;)

Similarly, was yesterday.  E and I have a weird habit of singing songs (constantly) that contain a phrase we've just heard.  Sometimes this extends to something we've just seen.  Its ridiculous and subconscious.  So, I simply saw an apple on the shelf and started singing "Don't sit under the apple tree," as I joined P at the table. We were working on a project.  He loves hearing songs, and was listening carefully, so I repeated it a few times.  Long pause.  "Sing it again, Mama."  Repeat.  Long pause...

"Mama, what does "Boddee Ells Bummee" mean?"

Wha???

Oh, "anybody else but me?"

"Ahhh, sing it one more time."

Then, a smile of understanding.  "He likes to have all of the attention, doesn't he?  He's just like me!  I like to have all of your attention.  Or Papa's."

That's a whole 'nuther blog post in itself.  (Like, when I was massaging E's locked neck this weekend and the child decided he just Couldn't Stand not getting my attention.  Despite the fact that he and I were chatting away while E lay prone and silent.  It wasn't alllll of me:)

Hehehehehe.  I love kids and their still developing brains, wherever they want to live (that day).

Hehe. Cake, take two.

The kid and I kept it mellow yellow today, giving him a little extra R&R space after his exhaustion induced fever last night.)  Silly kid ;)

But a girl can only take so much Lego and lounging with toys.  So I suggested we bake that cake we skipped last week.  P changed it from a carrot to pumpkin request and we rolled up our sleeves...

Of course, the child wanted many, many layers (the efficient, dishwashing mama much prefers the single, non-stack variety.  B-o-ring;)  Speaking of, as I washed the dishes, he hummed happily behind me.  I glanced around and saw that he had cracked open the b-day candles and was on a decorating spree....  This quick snap was taken when only one of the layers had been blessed by his brilliance. Guess he took that B-day make-up thing seriously ;)

When we lit it tonight, I swear, I thought our fire alarm would go off.

Redwood National Park

Seems like E and I have been trying to get to the Redwoods for forever :)  Years ago, a doomed trip had to be abandoned (due to emergency surgery - how many times can a guy need crazy surgeries before 40?!?!  He just had another one last week....)  So we were beyond thrilled to finally make it, and with the kid to boot!

But things didn't start out as dreamy as we'd hoped that day.  The child hadn't slept enough the night before and was very tired.  He was therefore feeling a bit obstinate about the whole "hiking" business.  Beach was what he wanted.  Trees, shmees ;)

I'd been smacked over the head, just a few days before, with the universal reminder to go with the flow (after oh so not flowing en route to the lighthouse ;), so I was determined to stay centered (at least kinda ;)  So we focused on finding a solution that would meet all of our needs... and boy did we!!!!

Driving out of the park, around to the coast, back into the park and up a dusty dirt road at 5 miles per hour (for an hour or so) landed us exactly where we needed to be.  There was a beautiful, forlorn looking beach (with sea lions and crab shells and fog) and a gorgeously green hike (with canyon walls and streams for jumping.)    The kid was happy.  We were happy.

 A swamp sat between us and the beach.  Logs were strewn over the small streams, serving as passages.  This made a small child very, very happy :)

 Huge dunes, between the swamp and the ocean.

When we got to the beach, the child saw... crab shells.  Happyhappyjoyjoy!  He had been a bit morose, ever since the collecting beach in Oregon.  He'd have happily lived his life right there, and our passing south to less collectable sands seemed less than ideal to some... 

  Playing with his favorite crab...

We lolled about the windy beach until the child had his crab-finding-fill and then headed inland for our hike.  It followed a fern-walled ravine, right up a creek bed, switching back and forth over the water.  The anti-hiking child was more than happy to leap back and forth over the stream and balance on beams in the dark ravine, despite his earlier promises to the contrary.  Phew ;)

P, giddily disappearing into the shadows. 

Balance beam hiking.

Honestly, I can't even imagine the upkeep on a trail like this.  The "boardwalks" must float away every season when it rains.  The logs are alllll over the place. The child took a chunk out of his head, attempting to pass under one at a high speed.  (We, left behind in his dust, didn't see it happen.  So, a few minutes later he says, "I got a bonk, there might be blood."  Pulls off his hat - HUGE gash!  He decided to just leave his hat on for a bit, "To catch the blood."  Oy:)

P, showing "crabbie" the trees.

 Where our trail started to disappear...  Here, we met up with two other hikers, also looking for the "correct" trail...  We all eventually discovered a strange dead end, despite trail markings...  So, P, E and I decided to loop back around and retrace our footsteps for an easy, fern filled finish.  Our new friends chose to follow the third trail blaze.  Of course, hiking with a child takes time.  So, by the time we were just reaching the trail head, they had already tried the new path, looped back around and overtaken us, telling us their crazy reason for repeating their steps.  The third blaze had been marked with a "caution" sign that stated: "Danger: Possible Death ahead."  Ummm?  

 P's make-shift boat certainly kept our pace leisurely.   He set Crabbie sail downstream and dodged and jumped behind, "saving" the crab when it sunk.  

On a bridge at the top of the river.  P was tickled.

Totem Beach

P admires this spot's crab shell find.

I think this was just after we crossed the border to California, but we weren't really keeping track of where we were ;)  

P is really drawn to shrines, totems and nature objects, so the fact that someone had taken the time to collect the same things he was busy collecting and then make them into cool little sculptures... Well, that simultaneously shocked (who else collects stuff like me?) and thrilled (somebody else collects stuff and builds stuff like me!) him.  

It was a beautiful, little spot.  But, at the time, our previous stop had been the endless, vacant, Collecting Beach, an absolute dream for the Little Man.  So, in comparison, this was just a nice beach, sporting only a few crab shells.  That day, we all laughed at how relative it all seemed.

I've got about a week...

You'd be excited too, with a fab Lego haul.... ;)


We're heading back to Kansas soon... and I still want to get our summer trip stuff up ;)  But the Now always calls more than the Then.... ;)

As for the Now, the child has run himself ragged.  Perhaps he's been too pumped about the new toys.  Or maybe its been the Halloween and Bday plans of the past week.  I dunno, but the kid has been burning the candle at both ends, Big Time, this week.  And, of course, now he's sick ;)  The last two nights, as he seemed unable to settle, I mentioned that his body needed rest to stay strong... And after spending today in a state of sheer exhaustion, a fever is spiking tonight.  Poor kid.  But nobody says "I told you so" to a still-learning six year old ;)

But hopefully I can lay here and blog while he attempts to settle, for forever, again tonight ;)  Poor kid.  He just sat up, red, hollowed out eyes, flushed, fever-y cheeks and sighed, "I can't sleep."  Story of this week!  Poor kid!

Awwwww. Sweet at Six.

Amidst some of the depressing post election news, the excited new six year old is certainly striking some sweet relief notes.  (He, by the way, purposefully decided to devote part of his birthday to go vote with me.  He saw a comparative graph on the funds funneled towards war (gotta love mailers, grrrr) and has been feeling a bit political ever since;) His fab karma had us done at the booths in mere moments... but apparently didn't cover the whole world ;)

Anyway ;)  The sweet stuff!  The kid had an amazing birthday, at least, according to him :)  All day, he kept repeating: "This is the Best Birthday Ever!"  I found this unusually endearing, since his proclamations typically followed simple pleasures.  We were bouncy house, clown juggler free and yet the child was beaming. Ahhhh ; )   Per our family tradition, P was King for the day, deciding the when, the where the what.

This is what he laid out:  Gifts (first things first, of course;) From E - a couple of Buddha's/relics for P's shrine.  From me - a couple of sewn mice for P's treasured Mouse House (a Converse box he reconfigured;)   Breakfast: Saucy Eggs (a shortcut we've devised for Eggs Florentine, since the child likes to eat this about twice a week - and really, who makes true Hollandaise sauce twice a week?!?)  A new book and then voting (to make the money go to peace ;)  E took a half day vacation, which absolutely thrilled the Little Man, and met us for Lunch: Lasso's divine pizza.  We read and subbed to Rockefeller Center for a Lego store stop, thanks to Grams and Gramps, and then zoomed home to play and build.  P's grand bday plan got a bonus with we bumped into his awesome Aunt and Uncle (we LOVE being neighbors!) en route to his Birthday dinner: "Frittata cheesecake (he meant ricotta;) and penne pasta with peas hold the prosciutto" at Bar Toto.  Declaring it a perfect birthday, he knew the fun was only half over.  That night, the kid could barely sleep for the excitement of his party the next day.

Which rocked.  Due to being hobbled by the spider bite for so long, party prep hadn't gone as planned.  Thus the child spent a lot more time not playing with me than he preferred.  But he also really, really wanted specific foods for his dinner party, so he made the trade and played on the floor of the kitchen.  His Uncles and Aunt and Uncle's girlfriend all joined us for the Little Man's menu: Ceasar Salad (of course, we had to make a triple crouton recipe, since the kid planned on eating 1/2 of them as they finished;), Butternut Squash soup with Ginger, Coconut and Corn, homemade bread, a roasted turkey, roasted fall veggies (with the child's emphasis on brussels sprouts) and pumpkin pie.  (The kid also wanted carrot cake, but we ran out of time!)

Wild wrestling, gift opening, torturous tickling, balloon bouncing, crazy people machine riding, book reading, occasional food consuming fun ensued.  The evening got away from the child and when he was ready to conk he realized he still hadn't assembled his new toys.

So, being the determined child he is, he stayed up as late and woke as early as possible to remedy things :)

As we sat to snack today, after assembling and playing a new game, the child looked at me all dreamy and smiled.  With an olive chunked in his cheek, he said, "When I was coming, I picked you, because I thought you would be the Best Mama.  And it turned out, it was, its that, you are just like I wanted.  What I suspected."

I love the idea of him "picking" me as his Mama.  I love that he's happy.  I love that today I heard him, swinging in his swing, gently chanting to himself, "I'm six, I'm six, I'm six."  I miss his baby curls, being able to hold all of him in a tight little package, his toothless gums, his afternoon sleepy eyes....  but I do love six :)  And, so far, so does the kid.

Bittersweet Birthday Boy

Good bye 5!

P turns six tomorrow.  Today we celebrated his last day as a five year old, and we both had bittersweet thoughts!  We lay in bed for almost an hour after awakening while he chatted about growing and changing and life.  He was excited and red rimmed at the same time.  I think that pretty much sums up this stage (does it sum up all of childhood?!)

Then, tonight, as he lay in bed trying to drift off, he suddenly turned to me and said, "Mama!  I can't see the Universe's energy the way I could before!  I used to be able to see every color, and now its just red, purple and..." (I forget the other color...)  P's always talked about being able to see energy.  He used to grab at it when he was a toddler, smiling at it and telling me what it was doing.   He, seemingly (from the way he describes it) sees people's auras too.  (Call the kid crazy, just not to his face ;)  Tonight, he seemed panicked that this would change, that he was outgrowing it... and the cynic in me could only think, well, you are almost 6, the world was bound to beat that beauty out of you sooner or later ;)  (Don't worry, Mom, I just kissed his forehead ;)  He had enough on his mind already!)

Ahhh, here's to finding six as sweet, amazing and fun as five.  Cuz, honestly (I'm having trouble saying good-bye to it;), five was Faaaaaaaaaaaabulous!!!

Harry Potter Halloween

The Little Man, who could do it all *hisself*, thank you very much.

The full effect, with BB in his costume, too.

The Little Man has *so* been looking forward to Halloween.  I think its his favorite holiday :)  He *loves* making decorations, he *loves* setting "spooky" items around the house, he *loves* scaring BB with goblin and ghost talk....

And he was super pumped to hand out candy this year (his favorite part from the last two years).  To that point, he chose an enormous bag of some noxious mix and then brought it home to examine it all.  He sniffed it, but never even ventured a lick.

Other preparations included creating small, clay pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns.  He made spiders with dozens of eyes and dangerous pinchers, and we made long, long rows of bat garlands with silly eyes and shiny fangs.  And, of course, the spider webs came out too!

The house covered, his costume in order, and thus fully prepared for the weekend, Saturday saw E and P off to a fall carnival in the nabe (while I sprawled at home, pitifully, on my side :()  The kid came back, flushed from the cool air and delighted with the haunted house he had braved.

Sunday, D-day, the boys crossed the park for the last carousel ride of the season (it was bedecked for the day) and returned just in time for Trick-or-Treating.  The child, reticent to wear costumes in public in the past, wavered in his duds decision.  He talked to BB about it, worrying that people would laugh (E's delight always takes the form of a loud guffaw.  Its his way of expressing happiness.  This is totally unacceptable to the Little Man.)  or comment.  He wanted to wear it, but he wanted everyone to treat him Exactly. The. Same. As. Always. ;)

BB, ever the very best Baby Brother, just listened.  And, standing up for Phoenix in a way only a younger sib can, he told P that P didn't have to wear anything he didn't want to, darn it all to heck.  This was just what the Little Man needed - permission to do what he wanted.  And so he happily slipped on his treasured cloak, carefully wound his embroidered scarf, purposefully pushed up his little lenses and shouldered his pet owl.  As he passed the full length mirror he stopped to stare at his reflection.  "I look absolutely brilliant" he quietly summarized - and then trotted off to grab his candy bucket and BB.

The fab duo of Seth and Alicia joined us for the crowded walk up 7th Ave.  The kid politely pandered at the appropriate shops, not really knowing what he was missing.  His native midwestern parents were a bit shocked at how hard a kid has to work to cover the bottom of a bucket here.  When we were little (and walking uphill in the snow both ways;), we could easily pop from house to house, sans crowds, and score candy galore.  Here, the child was pushed and pawed, repeatedly.  After a few stops, the kid quietly whispered to me "I want to say "trick or treat."  I realized the street was just so damn loud, it was almost pointless.  And out of fashion, apparently.  It hit me that all of the other kids were just walking up to the dude holding the candy box and holding out their stash for a new addition.

So, despite the stops being few and far between on the side streets, we steered the child that direction.  Then we were able to enjoy the fall leaves, the crisp air, the jack-o-lanterns flickering against the brownstones.  Here, the child could say "trick or treat" and actually be heard ;)

We eventually rounded back to the parade, where P watched from E's shoulders while bands and floats and costumes drifted past.   Such a long way from our childhoods' (comparatively) dull, dark streets, with *doorbells*.  But with family just down the block and great friends on all sides of us (who even found the kid candy he isn't allergic to!), the child seemed just as happy as I remember being on Halloween.

Defrosting at home, we had a carpet picnic while P poured over his hard-earned confections.  He had fun looking at the colors and learning the different names.... while eating olives, hummus and eggs ;)  But it was all good, we'd surprised him with some fair trade chocolate eyeballs in the morning (which he'd gobbled until giddy) so he seemed happy just reliving the evenings adventures, sans nasty chemical concoctions that make his skin creep!

The Itsy bitsy spider...

P, on our autumn hobble.

I am bound and determined to chronicle our family trip...someday ;) It'll be snowing out and I'll still be typing "what we did on our summer vacation...."

But we've been busy with... a silly spider bite.  Its simply insane to type that an arachnid could erase a week of walking, but its true.  Its hilarious something so small could down something so big, but it can.  Its shocking that a pinch of poison could produce unending, exquisite pain, but it does.  Along with the venom, a very serious respect for Mother Nature's pint-sized pets has crept into my Being this week.   Along with an endless stream of thanks that it did not bite the Little Man.

The child has been precious through it all.  When I was first looking up spider bites, he was right there, dragging over a chair and clambering up to see what I was seeing.  "Read it out loud, Mama." :)))  As E analyzed the spread of my six inch ring of raised redness all weekend, P would crouch there, serious eyes, studying and suggesting.  After my doctor visit, he repeatedly piped up with quotes from the doctor, reminding me of her instructions.  When he was displeased with the doctor's performance (a whole different disaster) he laid on the bed beside me and told me long stories about how he would... throw rocks at her head (along with other creative, erm, solutions ;)  As I swallowed enough raw garlic to float a pizza parlor (which I credit, along with sheer dumb luck, for the lack of infection in this fiasco thus far), the child offered up his own vitamin C's :)  He consistently told me he was sending my wound Lots Of Love.

And then, today,  thoroughly d.o.n.e. with the long days, trapped at home, standing surrounded by mountains of mixed-objects that I have been unable to pick up for him (and seemingly but silently wishing for a little more Mama play, but never once complaining!), he sighed and said that he sure wished that spider hadn't of bitten me ;)  I so agreed.  

But now that the pain isn't constant and nauseating, I can feel kinda thankful.  It simply gave me a chance to really say "screw it" to our house. Which I never can do for longer than.... half a day? (it adds up fast around here!)  And that alone stretched my mind in interesting ways, despite what CPS would think ;)   Plus, the kid seemed to feel all the piles were kinda fun...

But better yet, it gave P a chance to be super self-sufficient.  He's the kid (so far;) that experiences love through actions (hearing about it doesn't do it for him, physical affection isn't his cup of tea (though he requires lots of physical contact! Its a strange combo...), of course, he loves gifts (duh!) but his love language definitely seems to be actions.)  Its not laziness, he'll jump up to do something for us anytime.  Its just that when he asks us to tie his shoes or put on his t-shirt, its his way of saying, hey, I need love right now, here's how to love me.   And, typically, we're more than happy to show our love in the way he needs it.

But he knew it just wasn't possible this week.  So, he's completely dressed himself (each and every one of the multiple times a day that he changes clothes (which, of course, adds to that "piles" bit).  He's even found and fed himself a number of meals (in addition to bringing me food and water!) He's spent enormous amounts of time playing alone, seemingly happily.  Though he would occasionally forget the current cripple and zoom precariously close to my wound (watching E toss himself between us, screeching in protective horror was, I gotta admit, heartwarming;) The kid was just so understanding.  A number of times, he would start to ask me to do something and suddenly stop, remembering, with a "never mind - its ok."  I mean, he was still (almost!) six.  Its not like the laundry got done or anything ;)  But, honestly, the level of empathy from someone so short was kinda shocking.

So when the child finally sighed his dis-satisfaction, Guilt, ever the motivator for me ;) had me grimacing at my poor, pale faced, flat trapped child.  (The only downside to homeschooling: no substitute teacher.)  So we hobbled on a walk through the woods together.  Me, doped up on a whole Tylenol (I never take anything anymore, so that was huge for me :), him, holding my hand and going at my snail's pace.  We wandered to a meadow and just laid in the grass together, playing games with the sticks we found on the ground beside us.  The leaves were so gorgeous and the fresh breeze and the sun felt absolutely amazing.  I flash-backed to the Heidi Golden Book, feeling stronger just from being outdoors :)

E, on the other hand, scoffed at us when he found out we had lain in the meadow rather than on the mattress.  "Seriously?  I can't believe you guys would go back to the park and lay in the grass.  Last time you did that a spider bit you!"

But it couldn't happen again.  Right?  Which had me thinking about the improbability of it all.  The, according to my doctor, rarity of a true spider bite.  Could it be karma?  Something to produce a little more empathy in me towards E's arachnophobia?  I thought about it while I was brushing my teeth.  Seems like lots of lessons to help me understand loved ones have been surfacing lately, could be possible...  Then I started gut laughing, hysterically spitting toothpaste everywhere, remembering E's (over)reaction to a spider this summer.  Shit.  I'm chuckling just thinking about it now ;)  Ahhh, well, I must be a slow learner.  Guess I'm destined for another bite...  At least the empathetic kid should be in the clear!

Busy little bee

Bronx Zoo.  Lovin' those baby lion cubs!

My father sweetly sent me an email letting me know I'm behind :)  So, while I'm bound and determined to finish putting up pics of our summer trip before we head back to Kansas for our winter visit (yeesh), tonight is a quick catch up of our busy, busy days....

The child has chosen to participate in an art class every Wednesday and a book club every Friday.  After art typically finds us frolicking afar on some adventure and our post club E-free Fridays are our fun "date-night."  Tuesdays and Thursdays have been filled with playdates and errands and projects, leaving lowly Monday to supposedly catch up on housework... hah :)  Well, we had a great time in the park on a treasure hunt this Monday... the best  of intentions....

I know I've said it a million times before, but its soooo fascinating to watch the child go through cycles and seasons.  There has been a flurry of creativity and projects around here (more to come on that!).  He's jumping to play with his friends more and more interactively and is really excited about adventures.  Then, suddenly, like today, we c.r.a.s.h.  Despite the planned playdate (sorry, Dina!) the intake finally comes and respite has to be found.  We lolled and cuddled and crafted our way through the day in our p.j.'s  :)

At any rate, here's some quick phone pics from our fun-filled days....

Beach time, post summer filled frenzy.

I swear.  A soft frisbee is the only safe frisbee with a five year old ;)

P's freebie pedal bike.  The child biked all the way to Dumbo, played, then biked to Red Hook.  That's no joke.

Rocks in the park.

Bronx Zoo.  Mysterious tiger caravan and super cute cubs.

The Aviary was the one area P requested we hit.

The box house.  We've had it for 2 years (yah, store that shit in a Brooklyn pad!) and it has undergone a HUGE renovation this week... Pics of later stages to come.

The subway.  P got his first card.  He was hanging it out, all cool-like ;)

Hapkido trial class.  The child was So Focused.  The instructor even came up to us after class, amazed at the child's focus.  E, the proud Papa who had never seen the kid in a class before, was seriously beaming.  I had to chuckle from experience.  Give the child a chance to get comfy in a few more classes and he'll get as squirrelly as the rest of 'em :)  The instructor also handed out stickers for accomplishments.  It was fascinating to see a child raised without rewards focus on getting one :)

Treasure hunting with pals.

Awesome new climbing gym in the park.

Cooking.

Climbing some more!

Oh. And there is LOTS of Birthday and Halloween talk too.  Serious T-Minus mode here. Harry Potter has been chosen as Halloween inspiration and the child is beside himself with happiness, constantly wearing his costume in anticipatory glee (which, in and of itself is a huge change to his fancy-frock-free past).  To keep the vibes going, the child chooses his Harry Potter book each night for pre-bed reading.  Since the story is thoroughly memorized, the Little Man just thumbs to any ol' page and we read for as long as we want before nodding off to magic filled dreams.  But this is only after he expresses his sheer delight at all of his plans for the next day.  His love of life and fire for Do-ing and Be-ing is down right contagious.