Privacy

I really haven't been to the bathroom by myself for years, now, 'though not for lack of trying. Today, again, I asked for privacy and explained, again, that most older people do expect to be able to visit the restroom by themselves. Not surprisingly, this had little lasting effect. Again.
So...a few moments later, as Superboy returned and was burrowing, face hidden behind the towel hanging on the rack, I asked for privacy yet once again, and he replied,
"I guess hiding doesn't count?" Agh!

Pearl of Wisdom

This one was so lustrous, I just had to share it with you all:

"Mom?"
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"You know, you're supposed to have food at every meal."

Yes, indeed.

Murphy Bed, er, Baby...

...I sometimes wonder if the thoughts that amuse me so much are funny to anyone else, or if I truly am an odd, odd bird.

She hung out in this drawer for quite some time. I guess it's more comfortable than it looks.

Homeschooling

A dinosaur lesson for the Girl, taught by our resident expert.

The Look

I've been hoping to capture this one for a while; it is Supergirl's newest favored expression. I have yet to figure out the rules for its frequent utilization, but here she has directed it at me because I placed two new crackers on her tray while she wasn't looking. Shame on me!

Moments later: it's all good.

And in go the crackers.

Lemon Bread Nostalgia

When I was a little girl just learning to cook, Mom and I used to make this lemon bread together. I got the jobs of greasing the pan, grating the lemon peel, juicing the lemon, mixing the glaze for the top, and brushing it on after the baking. I dug out the recipe recently, and the Boy and I decided to give it a whirl together one afternoon. How odd, a little bit sad, yet wonderful it felt to pass my own erstwhile lemon bread tasks on to my little cooker, who took to them like a fish to water.

Ice Cream Truck

The Boy can hear that truck when it's miles away. We chased it down and bought a super-duper frozen ice cream bar. I sent the Boy out back to enjoy it; wisely, as it turns out. When I went to check on him, my lordy! What a lovely, drippy, chocolate-y mess! I don't think a single body part was spared. "Oh my goodness!," I exclaimed, to which the Boy replied, "yeah.........I sure did like it, 'though! It was chocolate and banana flavor together!"

Pool Party

Supergirl has been very busy discovering the finer things in summer life.

Boy of Steel

Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound! ("Look! Up in the sky!" "It's a bird!" "It's a plane!" "It's Superman!")... Yes, it's Superman ... strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men! Superman ... who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel in his bare hands, and who, disguised as a (mostly) mild-mannered preschooler in an arid southwestern town, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the American way!






(This is the solution to the Mystery Challenge of August 7th, of course. I know you've all been on the edge of your seats!)

And the Burritos Go To...

Grandma S., my dear friend, R.B., and their brilliant powers of deduction. Come 'n' get 'em!

Blog

Here's the Girl trying to interfere while Superboy is checking himself out on the blog. Maybe I should post a picture of him looking at a picture on the blog of himself looking at a picture of himself on the blog. Ooff. Musn't make the poor little brain cells work that hard...

Mystery Challenge!

Okay, ladies and gentlemen--a project is in the works, commissioned by a certain young person. I think I can do it with a couple of old T-shirts and a holey cotton jersey bedsheet I got for free. If you can guess what it is before I post the completed project (however it turns out!), I'll buy you a Garcia's burrito with chile and cheese over--your choice of filling! The only catch is, you'd have to come here to pick it up...

Goggles

Standing On The Corner...

...watching all the boys go by...

What she was watching:

And I thought I wouldn't have to worry about him driving until he was at least 16...uh, 18...no, how about 35?

Sharing Traditions

The Boy and I have been doing backyard picnics since he was a wee one, although I'll admit we do far, far fewer since moving here. Too sunny! I know, I know, I was the one down in the dumps about the 9-month sog-fest where we used to live. But the sun here is quite brutal and intolerant of anything but our deepest respect. Plus our backyard is 75% rock and concrete and nearly completely devoid of natural shade. Still, we do try from time to time. The last time, the Boy thought it was high time we tried to include the Girl, and so we did.



Hey, you food-stealer! Where's your sense of boundaries?

Stuffing it in as fast as possible while her back is turned.

Easy Reader, Is That His Name?

Seems like Superboy has known his letters and their sounds forever, but he wasn't much interested in using them for reading. He had great fun learning to write them, and we read together all the time, but the idea of reading himself just wasn't much of a draw. No worries; seriously, no reason to push that at his age, right? But lately his interest has been growing by leaps and bounds. Now he reads to little sister. Here they are looking at an "I Spy" book Grandpa S. gave to the Boy on his second birthday. What a lucky girl! She sure loves her big brother.