Squeaker takes an hour to eat her lunch, so we recorded an hour of her eating and sped it up to a minute. Enjoy!
…when they think no one’s listening.
This is Lunch Bucket, our four-year-old.
All of our kids have mastered this dance by the age of two months. Sqeaker’s already got her percussion part down, too.
Remember the old Muppet show with the two pink… well, whatever they were – some kind of muppets with permanent ooooh mouths, and the shaggy little guy with sunglasses that sang, “Mahna Mahna” while wandering around the stage? Well, Lunch Bucket has the shaggy dude’s part down pat… at least the mahnah mahna part, though I think she leaves out the first “ma” leaving a nahmenah instead.
We drove to a downtown area, where we stopped at a gardening store (my choice) and a candy store (Tootle’s choice) and bought some licorice. We also stopped at a music store (my choice), and a small park (Tootle’s choice). But I realized the adventure would be cut short when Tootles started emanating a suspiciously unpleasant scent. Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought a diaper bag.
So we left after the park – but not before the part of the adventure where we discovered bear tracks! They were in the grocery store in the ice-cream section, so we took some home. Soon Tootles had bear tracks all over his face.
Took the munchkins shopping today. All I can say is…
Things started out all right. But soon Lunch Bucket and Tootles were fighting over a curtain set that we were purchasing, and when I took it from them, it was complete pandemonium.
I’m sure there was some in the store that suspected that I was kidnapping the kicking, screaming, and thrashing little three year old, as I took them both out to the car and left Jenni to do the shopping. Especially when the said three year old would not get in the car, and which I finally has to shove in the door and slam it before she escaped.
Tootles was only slightly more cooperative. At least he calmed down once he was in his carseat. Trying to buckle in the struggling Lunch Bucket was very challenging, but soon the three of us were sitting in the car amidst frantic tantrum gasps.
Jenni finished up the shopping and came out in time to see a calm but very pink and wet-faced Lunch Bucket.
We didn’t take her into any more stores after that. I did feel bad for her throughout the ordeal, but I felt at least as bad for me. Thinking back on it now, I feel even more bad for my poor parents.
While Jenni was pregnant with Lunch Bucket, I decided to write a collection of childrens stories to read to our kids. This was one of the stories I wrote. It’s a little long – but it was intended as a childrens book. I just thought it would be fun to share here:
Once upon a time there was a clockmaker. He could make large clocks, small clocks, blue clocks, green clocks, and just about any kind of clock you could think of. Whenever someone wanted a clock, they would come to the clockmaker’s shop, knock on the door, and say,
“Clockmaker, clockmaker! Where could you be?
I need a clock that is made just for me!”
And the clockmaker would come to the door and respond,
“I am the clockmaker, for heaven’s sake!
What kind of clock would you like me to make?”
Then the person would describe a special clock, such as one that chirped like a bird, or crowed like a rooster. Some would ask him to make a clock that grew out of the ground from a seed. Others would ask him to make a clock that sang, or danced, or laughed, and the clockmaker could always fulfill the request.
One day a man came to the clockmaker’s shop, pounded on the door, and said, Continue reading The Clockmaker
I think there are few things that Lunch Bucket and Tootles like more than running in circles and dancing. So you get to see Making Moments in action!
Tonight frog was looking for a home, so he enlisted Lunch Bucket’s help. First they tried making one of Continue reading Making Moments – A House for Frog