So, Alex's new favorite store is the DI (Desert Industries) he has told me this repeatedly since purchasing his crappy walkie-talkies on Saturday. Luckily for him it's one of my Dad's favorite haunts too. I told Alex that Grandpa goes to the DI quite a bit, maybe next time he could go with Grandpa.
I asked him what his plans were for today after swimming lessons and he told me he was going to make a Grandpa a "prisint". I wasn't surprised because I knew he loved those huge Walkie-Talkies so much that he wanted to do something nice for my Dad. Alex made him a huge wooden "hold the drill bits" board and then took it down to my Dad's. Grandpa wasn't home. I guess he kept checking back until he caught my Dad home and then Alex came home and announced that Grandpa was going to take him to the DI this afternoon. ("Me talk Grandpa DI-him say yes DI afternoon!") I found out later that Dad said he "might" go to the DI this afternoon but "might" isn't a word Alex has mastered yet.
After lunch Alex asked me "What is afternoon?" I said anytime between noon and five. Then pretty soon I get a phone call from Alex from my Dad's house. He's all fired up, and saying something about the DI. I tell him "Alex, you are stalking grandpa? You should have stayed home and waited for grandpa to pick you up. He's not even sure if he was going he said he might go". (I can tell Alex isn't understanding a word of this.) Let me talk to grandpa. He hands grandpa the phone. I apologize that Alex is stalking him and Dad says not to worry, he's going to the DI in a few minutes and he doesn't' mind taking Alex.
Alex came home with a $1 cassette tape player/radio that takes yet more batteries! I told him he's going to have to start buying his own batteries and we don't even have cassettes to play in it. He asks "You mad me?" No I say-how can I be mad at him? It's just hard because he's buying crappy/junky things but it's his money. (Well, MY batteries!) And this boy is a saver of all things and I know this crappy-battery eating toy is going to be with us for a long time! Speaking of saving, he also wants me to save every picture and origami folded paper thing he makes. I on the other hand am not a saver, ask my other children. I LOVE to throw things out and I'm just not super sentimental about school work or every picture my children draw, call me calloused I prefer to call myself selective and anti-cluttered. I tried explaining this to Alex when he hastily folded a large paper in to a lopsided heart during church and told me to put it in his book. (I made the mistake of telling him I keep a book of special things my children have done and that I have started a book for him.) I explained that I only keep very special papers that they spend a lot of time on or write special things on. Things that are special to me. He then quickly folded a 3-D helicopter out of paper (yes, he is THAT creative!) spending about ten minutes to make it-which is about nine minutes longer than the heart he made- and told me to put that in his book. Good gravy....
I asked him what his plans were for today after swimming lessons and he told me he was going to make a Grandpa a "prisint". I wasn't surprised because I knew he loved those huge Walkie-Talkies so much that he wanted to do something nice for my Dad. Alex made him a huge wooden "hold the drill bits" board and then took it down to my Dad's. Grandpa wasn't home. I guess he kept checking back until he caught my Dad home and then Alex came home and announced that Grandpa was going to take him to the DI this afternoon. ("Me talk Grandpa DI-him say yes DI afternoon!") I found out later that Dad said he "might" go to the DI this afternoon but "might" isn't a word Alex has mastered yet.
After lunch Alex asked me "What is afternoon?" I said anytime between noon and five. Then pretty soon I get a phone call from Alex from my Dad's house. He's all fired up, and saying something about the DI. I tell him "Alex, you are stalking grandpa? You should have stayed home and waited for grandpa to pick you up. He's not even sure if he was going he said he might go". (I can tell Alex isn't understanding a word of this.) Let me talk to grandpa. He hands grandpa the phone. I apologize that Alex is stalking him and Dad says not to worry, he's going to the DI in a few minutes and he doesn't' mind taking Alex.
Alex came home with a $1 cassette tape player/radio that takes yet more batteries! I told him he's going to have to start buying his own batteries and we don't even have cassettes to play in it. He asks "You mad me?" No I say-how can I be mad at him? It's just hard because he's buying crappy/junky things but it's his money. (Well, MY batteries!) And this boy is a saver of all things and I know this crappy-battery eating toy is going to be with us for a long time! Speaking of saving, he also wants me to save every picture and origami folded paper thing he makes. I on the other hand am not a saver, ask my other children. I LOVE to throw things out and I'm just not super sentimental about school work or every picture my children draw, call me calloused I prefer to call myself selective and anti-cluttered. I tried explaining this to Alex when he hastily folded a large paper in to a lopsided heart during church and told me to put it in his book. (I made the mistake of telling him I keep a book of special things my children have done and that I have started a book for him.) I explained that I only keep very special papers that they spend a lot of time on or write special things on. Things that are special to me. He then quickly folded a 3-D helicopter out of paper (yes, he is THAT creative!) spending about ten minutes to make it-which is about nine minutes longer than the heart he made- and told me to put that in his book. Good gravy....
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I have had to pile things the kids have made together and taken a picture of them so I could throw them away. We have a craft table down stairs and the kids make the exact same princess 10 times and day and want to tape them all over the house... the pictures are helping : )
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