Aidan had previously thought that he'd like to have five jobs when he grows up (these are coincidental, not sequential): soldier, builder, accountant, astronaut and zookeeper. There's been a change to the plan (I'd like to add that none of this is prompted or provoked - the whole was one long dissertation).
When Aidan grows up, he will be twelve different types of scientist. He's currently working on which twelve, but he's considering astronomy, biology, marine biology, zoology, entomology, gastronomy, microbology, etc. The list keeps growing and all sound good to him.
He's worked out the schedule. It'll be too overwhelming to try and fit all of these into a single work day, and he's concerned that he'll not be able to get much done. Therefore, he'll assign one science to each day and work just on that one. He'll work long days, but he would like a break from lunch each day. He'll work through weekends, but he'll take Mondays off. He'll work very, very hard, but the world will need him to study science.
You go, little man.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Seven hours
On Saturday, I took Aidan to the science museum here in town. It was a pretty spectacular day--we got to see exhibits, a double feature of imax films, and a local meterologist.
On a side note, the meterologist, who's been on TV as far back as I can remember (which is saying something), asked Aidan whether he'd seen his forecasts. Aidan's reply? "Yes! Sometimes my daddy turns it on, but I don't really like it." Sorry.
So, we're walking down the stairs an hour past Aidan's naptime, and I tell him that I think he's tired and we should go home now. "Who really cares what you think, anyway?" Really? His punishment is normally to sit on the stairs, and since we were on some already, I had him just sit down where he was. He kept saying, "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" They know.
Seven hours later, I'd been dumped for basketball. We had tickets to the theater, but I took my sis so that Steven could watch the tournament. No problem. He was putting Aidan down for bed and came into the room to see Aidan kneeling in the middle of the bed, praying to Jesus (not an everyday event). Steven heard something like, "help bring her home safely." He asked Aidan what he was doing, and found out that he was praying for my safe return - you know, as though I'd gone off to war the year before. He said, "Aidan, she's only been gone two hours!" "Oh, Daddy--it seems like forever! I just hope Jesus brings her home safe to me. I miss her so much."
Okay, that's undeniably cute. Really, though? Really? In the same span who really cares what I think anyway and also please, Jesus, please bring her back home to me? Okay....
On a side note, the meterologist, who's been on TV as far back as I can remember (which is saying something), asked Aidan whether he'd seen his forecasts. Aidan's reply? "Yes! Sometimes my daddy turns it on, but I don't really like it." Sorry.
So, we're walking down the stairs an hour past Aidan's naptime, and I tell him that I think he's tired and we should go home now. "Who really cares what you think, anyway?" Really? His punishment is normally to sit on the stairs, and since we were on some already, I had him just sit down where he was. He kept saying, "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" They know.
Seven hours later, I'd been dumped for basketball. We had tickets to the theater, but I took my sis so that Steven could watch the tournament. No problem. He was putting Aidan down for bed and came into the room to see Aidan kneeling in the middle of the bed, praying to Jesus (not an everyday event). Steven heard something like, "help bring her home safely." He asked Aidan what he was doing, and found out that he was praying for my safe return - you know, as though I'd gone off to war the year before. He said, "Aidan, she's only been gone two hours!" "Oh, Daddy--it seems like forever! I just hope Jesus brings her home safe to me. I miss her so much."
Okay, that's undeniably cute. Really, though? Really? In the same span who really cares what I think anyway and also please, Jesus, please bring her back home to me? Okay....
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
one down
I ran a 5k on Saturday - I didn't walk it, and I sprinted the end. I've never run a race before. I was completely surprised when I was tempted to try it. Lara spoke of how fun a race was, and traditionally my thought about running has been something akin to, "running is for people who are being chased." For some reason, though, I was tempted.
Despite the fact that I've been busier this winter than normal, which is saying something, I completed a "couch to 5k" program that had me running three times a week, first 90 seconds at a time and then more until I ran outside last week. I really like it? I mean, I really like it!
I still have an issue of getting going. It's hard to get myself to get out there and run, but I'm always so happy I did. I'm a little afraid that without a goal (read, "race") I won't be able to keep going, even though I know it's best for me to do it. I'll sign up for a 10k in June in hopes that that keeps me going (note that this week I haven't been out at all - ugh - training for the 10k starts April 15. Sure, I'm not feeling well and my hubby's working late, but could I find a way to make it work? Sure...).
However, I ran my first 5k! I had a real number and results and everything! Good start.
Despite the fact that I've been busier this winter than normal, which is saying something, I completed a "couch to 5k" program that had me running three times a week, first 90 seconds at a time and then more until I ran outside last week. I really like it? I mean, I really like it!
I still have an issue of getting going. It's hard to get myself to get out there and run, but I'm always so happy I did. I'm a little afraid that without a goal (read, "race") I won't be able to keep going, even though I know it's best for me to do it. I'll sign up for a 10k in June in hopes that that keeps me going (note that this week I haven't been out at all - ugh - training for the 10k starts April 15. Sure, I'm not feeling well and my hubby's working late, but could I find a way to make it work? Sure...).
However, I ran my first 5k! I had a real number and results and everything! Good start.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
I will not try to top this next year
Aidan is five.
That would be enough for an entry - it's big.
But it's been quite a birthday week. Started with a party on Sunday, a pool party with 17 of his friends. It was fantastic - we went to a rec center, and even though it was March 11, we rode over in shorts and flip flops - amazing. The kids had a blast and played great together, the parents all loved it, the timing worked out, the food showed up - AND there were more presents than one child can mentally process. It was great. But that wasn't all.
The night before his birthday, he and I had pizza with our dear friend Lori and then spent the night with my folks and my sister's family (which includes his favorite sister). How awesome is that? But that wasn't all.
At 8:15, a fire truck pulled into my folks' driveway, there to drive him to school. His little friend Addison came over and rode with him, and her brother and Audrey (cousin) got to get into the truck and look around. I gave my seat to my dad, who might've been the most excited about the whole thing. The truck went to Aidan's school, and I rode in my car behind. When we got to the school, all of the kids were outside waiting for him, clapping. He got out of the truck, and my dad said that people should sing, so the whole school sang Happy Birthday to him. Aidan, Addison and Dad sat on the front of the truck for pictures, and then each class got to stand in front of the truck for their pictures. Even the babies in their wagons got to walk around and see the flashing lights.
It was amazing from so many angles - Addison's mom was crying (as was I) because it was so special. The teachers all thought it was amazing, the kids were awed, my dad was beyond. Even the firemen benefitted - they said that they'd never done this before, other than VIPs in parades. One had been on the force over 30 years and was never able to give his parents or kids a ride. He came to work having a bad day, and he said the kids completely brightened his day. He felt special when the kids said he was a hero, which he said he rarely hears.
Best $150 ever spent - we got it from a charity auction, and even better is that the money went to buy prom dresses (and accessories, shoes, bling, even hair and makeup) for girls who wouldn't be able to have them otherwise, to make them feel beautiful and special and magical.
Excellent week.
That would be enough for an entry - it's big.
But it's been quite a birthday week. Started with a party on Sunday, a pool party with 17 of his friends. It was fantastic - we went to a rec center, and even though it was March 11, we rode over in shorts and flip flops - amazing. The kids had a blast and played great together, the parents all loved it, the timing worked out, the food showed up - AND there were more presents than one child can mentally process. It was great. But that wasn't all.
The night before his birthday, he and I had pizza with our dear friend Lori and then spent the night with my folks and my sister's family (which includes his favorite sister). How awesome is that? But that wasn't all.
At 8:15, a fire truck pulled into my folks' driveway, there to drive him to school. His little friend Addison came over and rode with him, and her brother and Audrey (cousin) got to get into the truck and look around. I gave my seat to my dad, who might've been the most excited about the whole thing. The truck went to Aidan's school, and I rode in my car behind. When we got to the school, all of the kids were outside waiting for him, clapping. He got out of the truck, and my dad said that people should sing, so the whole school sang Happy Birthday to him. Aidan, Addison and Dad sat on the front of the truck for pictures, and then each class got to stand in front of the truck for their pictures. Even the babies in their wagons got to walk around and see the flashing lights.
It was amazing from so many angles - Addison's mom was crying (as was I) because it was so special. The teachers all thought it was amazing, the kids were awed, my dad was beyond. Even the firemen benefitted - they said that they'd never done this before, other than VIPs in parades. One had been on the force over 30 years and was never able to give his parents or kids a ride. He came to work having a bad day, and he said the kids completely brightened his day. He felt special when the kids said he was a hero, which he said he rarely hears.
Best $150 ever spent - we got it from a charity auction, and even better is that the money went to buy prom dresses (and accessories, shoes, bling, even hair and makeup) for girls who wouldn't be able to have them otherwise, to make them feel beautiful and special and magical.
Excellent week.
Monday, February 27, 2012
already?
Aidan to his Nonna on the phone a moment ago, about me: "She always acts crazy, like a total mom." I'm not sure whether to be proud or offended. I ama total mom, after all. Crazy doesn't seem too hot, though.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Birthdays are the currency of (almost) five year olds
"If you do something great, "You're invited to my birthday!" If you don't, "Then you're not invited to my birthday!" (Nudges of, "Without me, there IS no birthday" are no help to that logic.) When Addison dumps Phillip and falls in love with Aidan, she's not invited to Phillip's birthday. Eventually, they're forgiven and birthday invitations resume. Aidan spends his time making tickets of sorts (the last set were swords cut out of paper and colored) and giving them to friends to show their admissibility to his birthday party. Birthdays are big. Really big.
Party's coming up - we bought actual invitations Friday, the kind that have details about the when and where of the party. Can't wait to hand them out at school tomorrow. It's a pool party at a rec center, and we're inviting the whole class. Big stuff. That's not the best part, though.
We're going to spend the night at my folks' house the night before his birthday as a special treat. He'll think that's the special treat. In fact, that morning, the morning he turns five, a fire truck will pull up to my folks' house and drive him to school. He doesn't know, but the school does, and they'll all be standing outside waiting for the firetruck to pull up when he gets there. It's the coolest thing I've ever heard of - I didn't even know it existed. We got it in a silent auction. I can't wait.
I. Can't. Wait.
Party's coming up - we bought actual invitations Friday, the kind that have details about the when and where of the party. Can't wait to hand them out at school tomorrow. It's a pool party at a rec center, and we're inviting the whole class. Big stuff. That's not the best part, though.
We're going to spend the night at my folks' house the night before his birthday as a special treat. He'll think that's the special treat. In fact, that morning, the morning he turns five, a fire truck will pull up to my folks' house and drive him to school. He doesn't know, but the school does, and they'll all be standing outside waiting for the firetruck to pull up when he gets there. It's the coolest thing I've ever heard of - I didn't even know it existed. We got it in a silent auction. I can't wait.
I. Can't. Wait.
nuances
Was just reading my last blogpost. I must be taking my baby's beginning of school harder than I thought, because I said he's starting college this year. It's actually kindergarten. Very, very slight difference.
I crack myself up!
I crack myself up!
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