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Friday, February 19, 2010


it doesn't look like I'm keeping to the pace I've set myself does it? I was supposed to be done with this big milk chocolate colored block (it will be as tall as the smaller one below it when it's done) this morning. I'm not even 1/3 of the way there. I'm hoping to make up time this weekend, so we'll have to see how that goes. In Olympic terms, it looks like I stopped mid race, took off my skates and toodled over to the concession stand for some hot cocoa. We'll see if I can get my act together again and get back in the game!

Yesterday's blog entry might have caused some confusion (or not, I don't know). The word "Squeee" is a link. Click it and all will be explained. Or maybe not, again, I don't know.

For a completely random change of subject, I have to tell you what Caleb did yesterday. We have a standing rule I call The Duck Rule. There are ducks in the ponds around our neighborhood and Caleb had asked me if he could have one (typical 9 year old). So instead of fighting with him or disappointing him, I told him if he could catch one, he could keep it (these ducks are not the kind that get fed by humans, they just swim around the pond doing duck things). It hasn't occurred to him that this just isn't going to happen. Yesterday we had Lump Birds show up at the bird feeder (most of you will know them as Mourning Doves, but due to their tendency to show up at bird feeders and just sit there - like lumps - Caleb named them Lump Birds when he was 3 and it stuck). Caleb asked if he could have a Lump Bird. I told him Lump Birds could be part of The Duck Rule, so he gets up, grabs the shoes by the back door (my bright yellow Crocs) and tromps outside, hollering at Finn to Sit, Stay on the way out. Even if the bird hadn't had the sense to go sit on the neighbor's roof at this point, he was on the fence when Caleb started this adventure. The fence is 6 feet tall. Caleb isn't. I have no idea how the kid had planned to actually get the Lump Bird if he hadn't scared him off just going outside. Something tells me that this is going to be fun to watch!

Have a great weekend!



Blogger Yarndude said...

Oh, phew, I thought you were going to say that Caleb actually *caught* a "lump bird".

9:40 AM  
Blogger Nicole said...

Lump Birds! Oh, how adorable!! I love that. Might have to adopt the name here, too.

12:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your father says, "Just wait! Caleb will devise a trap and have himself a duck or lump bird in spite of you!!"

I tend to agree with him. Of course, that is the confidence of grandparents in their grandchildren. :)

6:47 PM  
Blogger Danielle said...

I'm with Yarndude...and I see either a duck or a lump bird in your future! Good luck with that! :-)

11:20 AM  

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