Sunday, May 5, 2013

Some randomness!

 An Angry Bird Cake. The birds far out gathered the pigs, but they all tasted delicious!

 A certain wee girl is going to sit RIGHT HERE and eat ice cream.. 

 I'm BORED..

The boy is always on her. And she lets him. She doesn't let ANYONE touch her. BUT him. 

CAKE!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Homeschool Gym

Right after we moved to our new house in January I started taking the kids to a free homeschool gym class that the community center offers. The boy likes it because they play dodge ball - thusly he has permission to throw balls at other people. The girl likes it because it's running and chasing and there are other girls her age there. I like it because I steal their Internet. It's a winning situation.

But, on the way here today (we come from swimming lessons - you'd think they would get tired, but no) I was thinking of all those Facebook rants (for lack of a better word) about summer and how parents need to put down their iPads, phones, books, whatever's and "play" with their kids more. Every time I see that particular posting, I get irritated. Yes, there ARE a good half of the population of trashy parents who suck and never spend time with their kids. But what about that other half? The half that are fantastic parents? That are purposefully ignoring the incessant pleas of their child? *I* do at the park. The entire point of going is to teach them to play nicely with others, to come up with their OWN games, resolve their own conflicts, develop their own physical skills, build confidence, burn off energy, improve skills with people they don't know.... *IF* I am playing with them, when will they do these things? Of course it's easier for mommy to push the kid on the swing, but kids can do if for themselves. Sure, I can come up with a cool game to play - but I rather they meet some random kids they've never met and invent some goofy ruled game of tag.

I am watching my children the entire time, by the way. It may appear that I'm *ignoring* them, but I see every single thing they do. I see that YOUR kid kicked them, that my kid isn't running off like a loon, that mine isn't begging for candy... My kids are staying in the area I said to. They are using their  mostly polite words and ignoring the rude kid instead of being mean back. I can be proud of them and not interrupt their play. They know. I'll smother the with kisses and list every good thing they've done. And I'll continue to use my iPad, phone, and book when I go out.