Cubby's driving trains . . .
This one does NOT say "choo choo," FYI. It says "vroom."
Rockin' out to some tunes . . .
"I always have to wear ear muffs when I'm listening to music, you know, Mommy." I did not know, but I do now.
Fishing . . .
The lake trout bite like crazy on Daddy's black dress belt. A little tip for you, courtesy of Cubby.
Meanwhile, Charlie is bouncing maniacally in his station . . .
While chewing on the top to the calf bottle A. bought to feed the bottle lambs and then switched out the calf'-sized nipple for a lamb-sized one. Turns out that calf bottle nipples are the perfect baby teething toy. Albeit a little phallic and a LOT woodchuck.
And then there's this . . .
They're lantern fish, I'm told. I failed to see the resemblance, but then I'm notably slow on the uptake sometimes.
Just another day, full of Cubby and Charlie and their attendant insanity.
You can always spot kids that don't watch a lot of TV, they have very active imaginations.
ReplyDeleteI read this post a couple of days ago and thought "Yeah, the title of that short story sounds familiar, and 'kitchen things' has a vaguely familiar ring to it, too." And then this morning, your blog was still up on my browser and I happened to catch it again and remembered it. Thank you, subconscious! I like a good short story, and - you're right - that is a good short story.
ReplyDelete....aaaaaaand then I commented on the wrong post. Maybe I'll just go back to bed.
ReplyDeleteI see his backpack...was he ready to go hiking when he got it?
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