Joseph, this boy, is always thinking. I left the "bump medicine" in his room tonight to get a q-tip. When I returned, I found this:
"Joseph, what will we do with this?"
"Mommy, dis can HELP you with the bump medicine."
Yup, he built a holder for the bottle. No more fumbling with the bottle, putting it down, knocking it over. Ready. Steady. Go. Genius.
He wanted to be sure he got in the picture, to show his idea,
then graciously moved aside so one can see the shape of the blocks he used.
More and more, Joe reminds me of my dad. Always thinking, asking questions, trying to figure it out, maybe try a new way to do something, or discover a way to just do the unknown. When I mentioned to Dad in a past conversation that I thought Joe thought a lot like he does, his reply was something like:
"Oooohhhoooo," (Dad's jolly laughter when he is amused) "that boy is in for some trouble."
In this house, we often talk about how eating healthy foods can make a healthy body. Sometime in the recent past, Joe decided to make himself a snack while I was showering. I'm not sure what his thinking was when he put this feast together,
although I will tell you that the box of raisin bran is on the very-most-tippy-top shelf of the snack cabinet. I don't want to think about how my boy got that one down.
Lots of carbs for this boy, lots of energy-boosting carbs...and a small bowl of non-dairy hazelnut flavored powdered creamer. Oh, and ketchup. Oh, and those two plates? We never use them. They are housed in the very-most-tippy-top shelf of the corner cabinet where the non-dairy creamer is housed. That boy, he is all about presentation. And climbing on the counter tops, I suppose.
Yesterday I served Julie her pretzel sticks and cream cheese for breakfast and went to the laundry room to do, well, laundry. When I came back to the kitchen, I saw this:
Yes, Julie was wearing safety goggles, as if they just arrived by themselves on her wee face. She was sitting with a plain face when I left. When I came back, goggles had appeared. No laughter, no pittering of feet, a total shock to this Mama.
When I replied "Oh, those are nifty," Julie calmly replied "Mama, I didn't want to get PWETZELS in my eyes!"
She ain't no dummy, gifted and talented I tell you.