Today AH decided to stay home today and get some projects done around the house. Here's a conversation we had this morning.
Me: "Would you mind watching Beeb for an hour this afternoon while I go take pictures of Mr. B's class party?"
AH: "You can't take Beeb with you?"
Me: "No."
AH: "Okay, I'll watch her."
Me: "So do I need to give you multiple reminders between now and then so your Man Brain doesn't forget?" Snicker, snicker.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
An Explanation of the Male Brain
Tonight my husband explained to me how a “man’s” brain works. Keep reading, this only gets more interesting.
This afternoon while talking with our plumber AH mentioned how he would be home early on Friday. I look at him with raised eyebrows and respond with, “You’ll be home all day. I’m leaving for the beach at 8:30am.” “You didn’t tell me that.” he says. Oh yes I did.
After the plumber leaves he says, “So I’m supposed to take Friday off? I thought you were leaving Friday afternoon.” Of course my reply was, “I told you when I made the plans that you would have to take Friday off. That it was a long weekend away, which I am sure you will be taking one or two of this winter so you can go skiing.” End of subject, or so I thought.
When I got home tonight AH finds me and takes a moment to explain to me how a “man’s” brain works. He tells me it was my duty to remind him several times of the plans and because I didn’t do this it is not to be expected that he will remember. Essentially he cannot be expected to remember the plans, even though they didn’t change at all from what I originally told him, because he’s a man. (These are his words – which he repeated several times) Forget that for weeks I have been talking about this trip, planning the details and that it is on our family calendar. Apparently it is a woman’s responsibility to remember everything the first time and a man has to be told repeatedly before he is to be expected to retain any of the information (per AH, literally).
My response? Honey, I am sorry the male brain is inferior to the female but you still have kid duty all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
(Wait till he remembers there is no school on Friday - ouch!)
This afternoon while talking with our plumber AH mentioned how he would be home early on Friday. I look at him with raised eyebrows and respond with, “You’ll be home all day. I’m leaving for the beach at 8:30am.” “You didn’t tell me that.” he says. Oh yes I did.
After the plumber leaves he says, “So I’m supposed to take Friday off? I thought you were leaving Friday afternoon.” Of course my reply was, “I told you when I made the plans that you would have to take Friday off. That it was a long weekend away, which I am sure you will be taking one or two of this winter so you can go skiing.” End of subject, or so I thought.
When I got home tonight AH finds me and takes a moment to explain to me how a “man’s” brain works. He tells me it was my duty to remind him several times of the plans and because I didn’t do this it is not to be expected that he will remember. Essentially he cannot be expected to remember the plans, even though they didn’t change at all from what I originally told him, because he’s a man. (These are his words – which he repeated several times) Forget that for weeks I have been talking about this trip, planning the details and that it is on our family calendar. Apparently it is a woman’s responsibility to remember everything the first time and a man has to be told repeatedly before he is to be expected to retain any of the information (per AH, literally).
My response? Honey, I am sorry the male brain is inferior to the female but you still have kid duty all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
(Wait till he remembers there is no school on Friday - ouch!)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Code Adam
I forgot that today was Veteran's Day and so I hadn't planned any activities to keep my kiddo's entertained. However, I did luck out that my mom decided to pay us a visit and showed up on Monday and left this morning. Of course the kid's were excited to see Grandma but even more excited to have her dog, Paddy, come along too. Poor Paddy (a teacup poodle) was chased, grabbed and held so much he was completely exhausted by the time the kid's went to bed.
The excitement of having the "dog" visit carried over to this morning and so my mom and her pup were out the door early on to visit their next friend. This left me the rest of the day to keep these two very excited children busy. What to do? Head off to the Seattle Children's Museum!
This was a great plan. I even timed it so that we got there at lunch hour hoping the masses would be out eating followed up by napping. This left only a few hundred kids to wade through to have our turn at the Mr. Potato Head exhibit.
Mr. B spent all of one minute trying out the MPH exhibit before passing it over in lieu of the fire truck and gear. He planted himself there for most of our three hour visit.
Now anytime you go to a place this size with children who are younger but not young enough to want to hang with you it is very hard to keep track of them both. I definitely make it a priority to keep a close eye on Mr. B but it was Beeb who I lost . . . first. It took me about 5-7 minutes of walking around before I spotted her. The first couple of minutes I wasn't too worried but after I checked every place and didn't see her I felt that little bit of panic induced adrenaline hitting my system. I was greatly relieved to spot her and have no idea how I overlooked her the first time.
At this point I decided the kiddo's would both have to stay near me despite their independent nature. Quickly Beeb was bored and so I thought a change of scenery necessary. I gave Mr. B his two minute warning that he would have to leave the fire truck (much to his resistance) and we moved over to the Cogs and art area.
These areas seemed perfect; smaller rooms and only one exit. Mr. B immediately got past his whining when he saw the cogs and headed in to take it over (literally, the poor kids inside didn't stand a chance to have a turn). Beeb explored it for a while and then fluttered around me before I directed her to the art studio to paint. This gave me my first opportunity to sit down on the bench directly in front of the cog area and work on making a hat (with the circular loom - so easy!). Beeb soon called for my assistance and I was gone for about 90 seconds helping her get paper on her board so she could paint. When I got back to my post Mr. B was gone. I didn't panic at all because this is Mr. B and whereas I panic over Beeb, who doesn't find trouble on an hourly basis, Mr. B does and so my response rate is much slower (hoping someone else will find the mess first and clean it up before I get there).
I figured he either went back to the firetruck or would come running by momentarily. After a few minutes Beeb finished her art and we went in search of her brother. After going through the entire museum I started to get a little worried so I enlisted the aid of the staff. I really like their system. You tell them you need help finding your child, they take the child's description and radio it out to the other staff and then you get to sit on a bench lounging while you watch all these adults with hand radio sets run around for you.
Of course during all this you want to appear to be the worried parent so I decided it would be a dead give away if I continued to work on my hat. Every few minutes someone would come by and assure me that they would find Mr. B to which I would reply, "You might want to check any area that is off limits." only to be assured that everything was locked up or had an alarm. Yeah right.
It took about 20 minutes and six adults but he was finally located in a restricted area that was pitch black dressed as a fire fighter. Ah yes, who knows best? That would be "MOM". You could see the relief on all the employees faces. They actually thought they might have "lost" one, which made me giggle. Mr. B wasn't going anywhere and there would have been one heck of a fight if anyone tried to removed him from his precious fire truck before he was ready. As he told me repeatedly, it was his "job" to keep the girls away from the firetruck.
The excitement of having the "dog" visit carried over to this morning and so my mom and her pup were out the door early on to visit their next friend. This left me the rest of the day to keep these two very excited children busy. What to do? Head off to the Seattle Children's Museum!
This was a great plan. I even timed it so that we got there at lunch hour hoping the masses would be out eating followed up by napping. This left only a few hundred kids to wade through to have our turn at the Mr. Potato Head exhibit.
Mr. B spent all of one minute trying out the MPH exhibit before passing it over in lieu of the fire truck and gear. He planted himself there for most of our three hour visit.
Now anytime you go to a place this size with children who are younger but not young enough to want to hang with you it is very hard to keep track of them both. I definitely make it a priority to keep a close eye on Mr. B but it was Beeb who I lost . . . first. It took me about 5-7 minutes of walking around before I spotted her. The first couple of minutes I wasn't too worried but after I checked every place and didn't see her I felt that little bit of panic induced adrenaline hitting my system. I was greatly relieved to spot her and have no idea how I overlooked her the first time.
At this point I decided the kiddo's would both have to stay near me despite their independent nature. Quickly Beeb was bored and so I thought a change of scenery necessary. I gave Mr. B his two minute warning that he would have to leave the fire truck (much to his resistance) and we moved over to the Cogs and art area.
These areas seemed perfect; smaller rooms and only one exit. Mr. B immediately got past his whining when he saw the cogs and headed in to take it over (literally, the poor kids inside didn't stand a chance to have a turn). Beeb explored it for a while and then fluttered around me before I directed her to the art studio to paint. This gave me my first opportunity to sit down on the bench directly in front of the cog area and work on making a hat (with the circular loom - so easy!). Beeb soon called for my assistance and I was gone for about 90 seconds helping her get paper on her board so she could paint. When I got back to my post Mr. B was gone. I didn't panic at all because this is Mr. B and whereas I panic over Beeb, who doesn't find trouble on an hourly basis, Mr. B does and so my response rate is much slower (hoping someone else will find the mess first and clean it up before I get there).
I figured he either went back to the firetruck or would come running by momentarily. After a few minutes Beeb finished her art and we went in search of her brother. After going through the entire museum I started to get a little worried so I enlisted the aid of the staff. I really like their system. You tell them you need help finding your child, they take the child's description and radio it out to the other staff and then you get to sit on a bench lounging while you watch all these adults with hand radio sets run around for you.
Of course during all this you want to appear to be the worried parent so I decided it would be a dead give away if I continued to work on my hat. Every few minutes someone would come by and assure me that they would find Mr. B to which I would reply, "You might want to check any area that is off limits." only to be assured that everything was locked up or had an alarm. Yeah right.
It took about 20 minutes and six adults but he was finally located in a restricted area that was pitch black dressed as a fire fighter. Ah yes, who knows best? That would be "MOM". You could see the relief on all the employees faces. They actually thought they might have "lost" one, which made me giggle. Mr. B wasn't going anywhere and there would have been one heck of a fight if anyone tried to removed him from his precious fire truck before he was ready. As he told me repeatedly, it was his "job" to keep the girls away from the firetruck.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Pineapple Express
Today I got a call from AH at about 1:30pm with the news that he was headed home early from work. Was he sick? Not physically, just sick in the head.
You see, he came home early so he could clean the gutters out. Last night on the news they talked about the 3-10" of rain we are expecting over the next couple of days and it must have just bugged him all morning (while it was a raining buckets) to know his gutters were potentially over pouring. So he lost the battle, packed it in and headed home (his dad will be so proud - seriously). AH spent from 2:00pm - 5:30pm with the pressure washer cleaning gutters, decks, patios and our driveway. When he was done he was completely soaked down to his ankles. Luckily he has really nice Sorrels that kept his feet dry.
He is one tired hubby tonight. Good job babe!
You see, he came home early so he could clean the gutters out. Last night on the news they talked about the 3-10" of rain we are expecting over the next couple of days and it must have just bugged him all morning (while it was a raining buckets) to know his gutters were potentially over pouring. So he lost the battle, packed it in and headed home (his dad will be so proud - seriously). AH spent from 2:00pm - 5:30pm with the pressure washer cleaning gutters, decks, patios and our driveway. When he was done he was completely soaked down to his ankles. Luckily he has really nice Sorrels that kept his feet dry.
He is one tired hubby tonight. Good job babe!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
A Procrastinator to the End
Yesterday I realized that I had better tackle Mr. B's October homework. Even though I didn't look at it until last night we luckily did his homework assignments without realizing it. Yeah for kindergarten simplicity. Whew!
I also decided we had better do better this month since his folder came home stuffed with things due in November. So for FHE we decorated, as a family, his paper turkey with feathers, pipe cleaners, colored pasta and of course colored it with markers. It was a fun little project and it isn't even due until this Friday!
This morning Mr. B and I filled out his chart about himself since he is being honored as the student of his class all this week. Of course I misread the original letter and sent him to school yesterday with nothing but the teacher politely sent the reminder back to us again. So today he and I picked out pictures, wrote in his favorite ___________ where appropriate and drew a picture of Fort Casey (his favorite place) and a motorcycle (if he could have one wish). Only a day late, not too bad!
Next we have to work on writing the letters they are studying this month and read for 400 minutes so he can earn the Mariners Pencil Pouch. The reading is cake, we do that every day. The writing will be a challenge since he hates it and I hate fighting with him over it.
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