Sunday, June 10, 2012

Chicken Rancher-oo

So we played a little trick on my Baba. A small one. My baba (my mom's mom) is the most worrisome person. Ever. Seriously, ever. We couldn't do cartwheels at her house because if we fell "we could break our necks." You know, in that awkward moment when you're doing a cartwheel and your arms completely vanish and you land on your spine.

When I broke my collar bone as a kid (I was 6 or 7) I was still in the sling when it was her birthday. So when we called her from Louisiana my mom said, "If you don't tell her about your collar bone, I'll give you ice cream." 

She worries.

Anyway, she gave us some money and told us to buy Charlie a Christmas present (this was around Christmas-time). And what did we buy our, then, four year old from her worry-worry Studda Baba? A balance bike. A slightly smaller bike with no pedals. The idea is to teach the kids how to balance on two wheels. I mean, with a big bike the hard part is the balancing (kids get the pedaling as soon as they can reach).

I've already posted her riding her bike (feel free to scroll back). The balance bike worked like a freaking charm.

So for her birthday Bart got her a new helmet. Purple with sparkles.
 Asher likes it, too.

I honestly have no idea when, or why, I took these - I just like how in one she looks like she's going to gobble everything up and the next she looks prim and proper.


Asher, not so much eating a banana, as mashing in into his face.

Posing with an Elmo puzzle (it's foam rubber with 12 or so big pieces and could probably double as a camping mat).

MUSIC BREAK: Ryan Bingham's Bread and Water. Stuck in my head all weekend. Speaking of my weekend, as I was, were you wondering what I did? First I cut out and soldering a new piece of pipe (since when I tried to unscrew it I just folded it around itself). Then I burned out a stump from out back yard. Sometimes I love being a homeowner!


Anyway MUSIC.


Asher still fits into his Halloween costume. Since it's cute as snot, I have no problem letting him. When he was dressed up he was stepping on his trains. Now, usually this is a no-no and get's him a time out or something gets taken away (like the costume). But then I realized he was just doing what every dude in a dragon costume would do: GODZILLA IMITATION! Ooooooooooooh no! They say he's got to go! GO GO GODZILLA!







This is how I know I'm old. I have three shot glasses. And I only use them to hold ink, when making comics, and as teeny flower pots.

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