Music to my ears

My Monkey Man loves to sing. And boy, does he sing.

He belts it out like no one is listening.  Not that we could avoid listening, because he is very loud.  So loud, he often plugs his own ears and says he is singing so loudly it hurts his ears.

Imagine how we feel.

So I thought I would share him singing a lullaby for our Little Lady, who I was just getting ready for her afternoon nap.

Worry Wart

I happened to run across an episode of Hoarders: Buried Alive today.  I  never watch these shows because I start to compare behaviours of my family members to the people on the show.

My mom, she still has our baby clothes stacked in rubbermaid bins in the basement.

My father in law has tools and old furniture and pieces of wood filling both his house garage and his cottage garage.  Because you never know when you might need them.

My sister keeps magazines.  Lots of magazines.  Mostly Martha Stewart ones, with recipes and crafts she says she will reference. I don't know if she has ever actually referenced them.

Me... well, lets not talk about me.  I'm a work in progress.

Mostly though, I look at my kids.  My monkey man in particular.

He does this: (notice the line of toys in front of him?)


and it sometimes worries me.

He loves to build what he calls "gates" out of the toys he is playing with.  He needs a gate when he plays.  It started because our dog kept on stepping on his toys and he built a gate across the doorway to keep her out.  And then it became a regular thing. Sometimes they are much smaller, confining him to a square foot or less of space.  Sometimes they are bigger.  Depends what kind of a mood he is in.

It worries me even though I know it shouldn't.  Especially since I have a diploma in early childhood education behind me.  Especially since I have worked with kids for over 10 year now.

It also worries me that I can't keep a pair of pants on this kid to save my life.  Seriously, it is chilly here and still he insists on taking off his pants and just wear his underwear and top.  And socks.  He needs socks too.

People tell me I worry too much.  But at least if I worry, I will be prepared.  That is how I think of it anyway.
Plus, I tried to stop once, and I worried that I was too relaxed.

So I stopped.

See? I'm a lost cause.

On a happier note, this is what my monkey man took a picture of first thing this morning.  I love it.



Happiness.

Cheers!
Marina

Art

My monkey man has been very interested in drawing and printing these days.

Here is are two of his most recent works of art, portraits of little lady.

In this one she is doing a somersault.  That is why her feet are coming out of her head. Just so you know.

When he does these drawings, he gets his little notebook, sits near my little lady and starts to draw, looking at her frequently and then back to his work.  He really focuses.

This post brought to you by the letter A.

From the Eyes of My Babe

Alexander has become interested in photography as of late.

Probably because he has a camera in his face all the time.

And because I've been showing him pictures of cows online from The Pioneer Woman. He's picked no less than 500 to put up in his room.

His world has been photography lately.

This happens to kids who are at home with a parent. They get sucked in to their hobbies.

I hope there isn't any permanent damage.

Here are some pictures he took recently. It is interesting to see what the world looks like from his height.