On Monday we had two library fun things. The first one was at Trussville library (the same place Aesop's Fables puppet show was). Some people came from a Karate school to talk to parents about the benefits of Karate and to let the kids break a board. Just enough to whet all those kids' appetites, you know?
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Two weeks ago, our library had an activity. First, the kids had to follow this path that literally wound through the entire library. (It's not a very big library, but still!) This is EJ crossing back over the path. Eventually, it ended in a mostly-empty room I'd never been in before.
When I saw that there was a whole series of Jigsaw Jones Mysteries, I was excited. Not wanting to give my son material to read I haven't read first, I decided to check it out of the library first. I was so disappointed by what I read. In the second or third chapter, Jigsaw is told by his mom to clean his room. His response was basically "not now, I'm busy". She in turn responded by saying, "This is not me asking, this is me telling. And now this is me exclaiming, Clean your room!" She walks out of the room, and the rest of the page is spent exploring Jigsaw's thoughts: "I have better things to do than clean my room. I am an important person and have important things to do. Studying clues is better for me right now. This is no time to pick up legos." His mom never makes an entrance back into the book to reprimand him; he never feels bad about his disrespect and disobedience. There is no way, as wonderful as the rest of the book is, that I would want my son to read this. I have enough other things combating my son's attitude I don't need to add to it. I just don't understand how someone could on purpose write such attitude-garbage. P.S. His real name is not Jigsaw, it's Theodore, and any time anyone calls him Theodore, he gets upset. Not like, I just dropped my ice cream on the ground kind of upset. More like, I've played this level one hundred million times and WHY CAN'T I WIN THIS STUPID GAME ALREADY kind of upset. I reviewed this book on Amazon and gave it a one star. Too bad, too, 'cause the mystery part was pretty cool.
We went to the downtown library on Monday for some fun crafts. They had free popcorn and lemonade. There were four tables set up. Here EJ is making fossil rubbings. His didn't really turn out well, but I made one that looks nice. We made bead crafts. He made a necklace for his aunt--until he finished, and then he held it out to me and said "Surprise! It's for you!"
In true "me" fashion, I waited until this afternoon to figure out what EJ could do for his daddy tomorrow. Pinterest was my first stop, of course, but I quickly became disillusioned with the many beer and man cave ideas. At the very end, after about three years of scrolling, I came across a daddy questionnaire. I didn't really like the specific questions on it, so I swag bucks searched for others. What I quickly discovered was that "questionnaire" is a word that not many people can spell correctly. Seriously? In this day and age of red squiggly underlines, misspelled words are just not acceptable.
EJ is officially 7 years old. I just can't even believe it! All day (on the 9th) he kept saying he wasn't 7 yet, because he was born at 9:30 at night. Finally, at 8:30 he agreed he was finally 7. (Time difference from EST to CST, you know.) Normally, I would not encourage multiple birthday celebrations, but this year was a little different. Sunday, May 5 First, the Sunday before his birthday, his cousins came to visit (because the evening before his aunt had graduated from college). So his cousins threw him a spontaneous birthday party. Blow dart gun. It is much less dangerous than it sounds.
I found this list of questions here, and I thought that although I've missed maybe 4 years already, 7 isn't too late to start. :-)
1. Who is your favorite person in the whole world? --Every girl at church. No adults, just the girls. Except for my big friends, like (insert name of 7th grade boy from church). {This got him thinking, and after a minute he asked, "Do you know of anyone where the wife is older than the husband? Because sometimes I want to marry kids like (insert name of 9 year old girl from church)."} Today my son asked me if I wanted to hear a fun fact about bowling. Of course I said yes, and while I don't remember what he said, it was cute to watch him talk like a grown up for a few minutes.
Several weeks ago, we signed up for "Kids Bowl Free", a program that lets kids bowl two free games every day from May to September. Awesome! (Our specific bowling alley doesn't participate on Tuesdays, for some strange reason, so for us it's 6 days a week, which is still pretty cool.) Since the program started last week, we've been every day (except Tuesday, of course). Needless to say my shoulder muscles are KILLING me, but that isn't going to stop me from bowling! I guess I should clarify that parents could sign up for a family pass, so we did. Last year, I thought for a while that one of my military friends would be deployed to the danger zone. Not a fun feeling, for sure. He ended up not going. Then last month I found out another friend was on his way to the Middle East. Again, not a fun feeling. He will be there for 6 months, and I pray for him every day.
That was not random, I promise. My little Einstein Junior's birthday is next week, and his grammy sent him a birthday box. I have rapidly learned that grammys can't send birthday boxes and NOT include some stuff unwrapped to be enjoyed right away. One of the immediate gifts was a helicopter puzzle. There were actually two puzzles, and put together they made two 3-D whirlybirds. No, that is not some insightful pairing I made, with interesting correlations between them and a deep pocket of my heart. Rather, Rapunzel and the Rabbit is a children's play, where they took the story of Rapunzel and got rid of all the magic parts and wove a rabbit into the story instead. This morning, Einstein Junior and I went to see this play.
I will spare you the details of being kicked out of two parking areas and feeling that frustration mount to the point of wanting to just turn around and go home, but knowing I had already paid good money to see this show so I finally found what I was looking for, even though we were a few minutes late to the production. That part was boring. The Birmingham J-something Civic Center has several theater stages--Peter Pan (that we saw last Christmas) was in the main stage, and Rapunzel was in the "Wee Folks" stage. I don't know what exactly it was that I was expecting, but imagine story time at the library with a background prop. The seats were four rows of carpeted stairs. It was small and quaint. Several times the Rabbit asked the audience for help remembering something--Rapunzel's name, and where the lettuce alarm was hidden (yes, you read that right). |
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