I must say I am embarrased. I feel compelled to apologize to the world for my gross abuse of the English language in my last post. I wrote hurriedly, checked for problems during a late night stupor and just realized (to my horror) that I really goofed on my grammar.
Oops.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
The Look
A bit cold today, but the wind was not whipping around us at 40 miles an hour, so we got the Air Hog out today.
Isaac got his remote control Air Hog for Christmas, but today was the first day we took it out. We had multiple outside activities going at the same time, and really we didn't want to put everything away. Therefore, we just decided to fly it in the front yard. - Really, what could happen, right.
All was well for a while. I would repeatedly say directing words such as "Keep it low. Don't go near the houses. Good job!"
Then I made the fatal suggestion to let me drive the plane. Isaac threw it up and I pushed the button. Off it went sailing through the air. I was turning the controller watching the plane bank to the left and the right all the while sailing higher and higher. Pretty soon the Air Hog was higher than the two story house two doors down from us and I was pretty sure it was angling the direction of that houses roof. I tried to make the airplane come back down or turn a little more sharply back to the street.
It never made it. The Air Hog disappeared over the highest point of the roof and all sound from the plane stopped.
I immediately yelled "I'm sorry" and "I tried to keep it off the roof!" We all ran to the neighbors house and looked up. Sure enough the plane was resting on the top slant of the roof. The wind wiggled it a little here and there, but it obviously was not coming off the roof without help.
Isaac turned and looked at me with the look that said something like "I can't believe I let you fly my plane." but what he said was "Mom, I forgive you."
Fogive me! I hadn't killed it yet. I still had a chance to get the plane back. Nathan went to ring the doorbell and inform our neighbors about the stow away plane on their roof, but no one seemed to be home. We stood there on the front yard and stared at the plane - willing it down. But it just wouldn't budge.
We considered just going to get a ladder, but thought it might be considered rude for them to find Nathan halfway on their roof retrieving our plane. So, we wrote a note instead and scotch taped it to their front door.
When they found the note, the neighbors called. Nathan was the ultimate hero. I had gotten the plane stuck. Nathan however, used a 20 foot ladder and a telescoping painting pole with a zipp tied fishing pole at the end to get the plane back.
He got a whoop of "Yeah Daddy" in direct contrast the the look I got, but at least the plane lives to fly another day.
Isaac got his remote control Air Hog for Christmas, but today was the first day we took it out. We had multiple outside activities going at the same time, and really we didn't want to put everything away. Therefore, we just decided to fly it in the front yard. - Really, what could happen, right.
All was well for a while. I would repeatedly say directing words such as "Keep it low. Don't go near the houses. Good job!"
Then I made the fatal suggestion to let me drive the plane. Isaac threw it up and I pushed the button. Off it went sailing through the air. I was turning the controller watching the plane bank to the left and the right all the while sailing higher and higher. Pretty soon the Air Hog was higher than the two story house two doors down from us and I was pretty sure it was angling the direction of that houses roof. I tried to make the airplane come back down or turn a little more sharply back to the street.
It never made it. The Air Hog disappeared over the highest point of the roof and all sound from the plane stopped.
I immediately yelled "I'm sorry" and "I tried to keep it off the roof!" We all ran to the neighbors house and looked up. Sure enough the plane was resting on the top slant of the roof. The wind wiggled it a little here and there, but it obviously was not coming off the roof without help.
Isaac turned and looked at me with the look that said something like "I can't believe I let you fly my plane." but what he said was "Mom, I forgive you."
Fogive me! I hadn't killed it yet. I still had a chance to get the plane back. Nathan went to ring the doorbell and inform our neighbors about the stow away plane on their roof, but no one seemed to be home. We stood there on the front yard and stared at the plane - willing it down. But it just wouldn't budge.
We considered just going to get a ladder, but thought it might be considered rude for them to find Nathan halfway on their roof retrieving our plane. So, we wrote a note instead and scotch taped it to their front door.
When they found the note, the neighbors called. Nathan was the ultimate hero. I had gotten the plane stuck. Nathan however, used a 20 foot ladder and a telescoping painting pole with a zipp tied fishing pole at the end to get the plane back.
He got a whoop of "Yeah Daddy" in direct contrast the the look I got, but at least the plane lives to fly another day.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Rocket Launching
Saturday, the boys and Nathan discovered a new hobby. I am actually surprised they didn't discover the joy of ignition, launch and rockets blasting in the sky much sooner. It was a great time for Nathan and Isaac especially.
Aaron wanted it to be a great time, but having several run-ins with getting burned, he is usually less likely to be in the middle of something that has to do with fire and small explosions. So he sat in our car with the windows up and doors locked during the rocket launches.
He says he is ready for it next time, though.
In the picture below, you can see Aaron right in front of the man with the boys scout uniform. This is our friend and assistant cubmaster, Jim. Isaac is holding a rocket right up to his face and so he is partially blocked from view and squinting as well. He is behind the boy rubbing his eyes. Nathan is not pictured because he was messing with the third rocket he wanted to launch. There is nothing like waiting til the last minute to do things.
Aaron wanted it to be a great time, but having several run-ins with getting burned, he is usually less likely to be in the middle of something that has to do with fire and small explosions. So he sat in our car with the windows up and doors locked during the rocket launches.
He says he is ready for it next time, though.
In the picture below, you can see Aaron right in front of the man with the boys scout uniform. This is our friend and assistant cubmaster, Jim. Isaac is holding a rocket right up to his face and so he is partially blocked from view and squinting as well. He is behind the boy rubbing his eyes. Nathan is not pictured because he was messing with the third rocket he wanted to launch. There is nothing like waiting til the last minute to do things.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Happy Birthday Aaron!
This weekend we celebrated Aaron's 6th birthday. One of my favorite parts of the boys' birthdays is making their cakes/cupcakes. I usually let them help a little, but since cake is a creature where taking time is essential to the frosting not dripping onto my table, almost always, the boys are not up to witness the final touches.
So, I finished Aaron's fairly simple cup cakes and showed him the final product the next morning. They were all iced, sprinkled and with a letter of his name on each one. He sucked in his breath, opened his eyes wide and started announcing to his brother. "Look, Look, my cupcakes are done." and "I want one, now." He was galloping around the room with a look of joy and feeling special. I love those moments. I love the looks of excitement and knowing it was my work that made the boys feel that way.
Nathan was still working on the 4 layer cake baking at this time, so I was the first to show him his treats. Aaron's birthday consisted of cupcakes AND birthday cake AND a good amount of presents. He played with a friend all afternoon and actually dug into his lego set and started creating ships! A great turn around from a couple weeks ago when he said he wanted legos, was given legos and then said he didn't want them anymore.
We did promise the boys and combined birhtday Wii system in exchange for me not having to plan huge expensive birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese. (Ugh, I hate that place). Unfortunately, the levels of supply and demand are out of whack and Aaron has a Wii game and no Wii to play it on- still. I am searching, and most likely will eventually order it on line.
All in all, his birthday was a success.
Since turning 6, Aaron has informed me that he would no longer call me Mama, because only babies did that. He also managed a whole night in his room - by himself. I am hoping for two!
So, I finished Aaron's fairly simple cup cakes and showed him the final product the next morning. They were all iced, sprinkled and with a letter of his name on each one. He sucked in his breath, opened his eyes wide and started announcing to his brother. "Look, Look, my cupcakes are done." and "I want one, now." He was galloping around the room with a look of joy and feeling special. I love those moments. I love the looks of excitement and knowing it was my work that made the boys feel that way.
Nathan was still working on the 4 layer cake baking at this time, so I was the first to show him his treats. Aaron's birthday consisted of cupcakes AND birthday cake AND a good amount of presents. He played with a friend all afternoon and actually dug into his lego set and started creating ships! A great turn around from a couple weeks ago when he said he wanted legos, was given legos and then said he didn't want them anymore.
We did promise the boys and combined birhtday Wii system in exchange for me not having to plan huge expensive birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese. (Ugh, I hate that place). Unfortunately, the levels of supply and demand are out of whack and Aaron has a Wii game and no Wii to play it on- still. I am searching, and most likely will eventually order it on line.
All in all, his birthday was a success.
Since turning 6, Aaron has informed me that he would no longer call me Mama, because only babies did that. He also managed a whole night in his room - by himself. I am hoping for two!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
The Important Book
Isaac wrote a book about his family for a school project recently. He gave it to us for a Christmas present and I just had to share.
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