Forts

This is turning out to be the winter of the snow fort.  We are on our third snow forst of the season. 

Task 2: Episodes IV, V, VI of the Star Wars Movies

Little Man has become obsessed with Star Wars.  There are Star Wars books at his school's library and he has been begging to watch the movies.  After surveying several parents of older children, I determined that he was at the right age to watch the original three movies(not the Lego movies). We watched the first one over Thanksgiving and I had promised him that we would watch the next two sometime in the next year.  This only momentarily satisfied the child and I began to make a plan for securing the next two movies from a friend of ours. 

Once the movies arrived at the house, the constant flow of Star Wars questions began.  No matter how many times I responded with "you are going to have to wait and watch the movies," the questions did not cease. We actually had to stop "The Empire Strikes Back" mid-movie because of the onslaught of questions.  We promised to resume the movie when he could relax and watch without asking questions every three seconds.  He missed the fact that Yoda died in "Return of the Jedi" because of the constant flow of questions. 

Now the movies have been watched(quickly because I couldn't handle the questions from sun up to sun down).  Hopefully the next three will be much more enjoyable because he knows how the story ends.  Maybe I should send him to someone else's house for the next movie......

Utility Trip

Typically when going to the farmers market on a Saturday morning, there is a free flow type of feel to the trip.  Not this Saturday; we were on a mission.  Little Man was out of honey for his toast, Andy was out of nut butter, and I needed some elderberry syrup to kick this cold that does not want to go away.  Everyone walked into the farmers market with a plan. 

The plan was so extreme that we had a mild 5 year old melt down in the middle of the farmers market.  Andy and I were concentrating on the items we needed and walked right by the Pakistani food vendor on our way to the honey table.  The poor honey man asked Little Man if he wanted to sample some of the honey and he just about lost it right there.  After paying for the honey, we lovingly pulled Little Man off to the side and asked what was wrong.  In the saddest most distraught voice possible he explained that we had just walked past lunch.  His lunch! We slowly backtracked and sat down to enjoy lunch and the band that was playing on stage.  Next time, we will head to the farmers market with a more relaxed agenda.