As I held the teeny-tiny toes to a fishing lure frog, my fingers gummy with super glue, I knew I had something for Andrea’s You Know you’re a Mom When link up.
Behold, the inspiration. One squishy frog that brought such joy to the youngest Small Person that I felt my cynical heart peek out from the ashed remains of my hope for humanity. Elliot is, with a select few things, very easy to please.
Elliot and Frogly (not misspelled) cavorted together in their bath. Elliot told Frogly all about the blanket house they would build together. I listened to Elliot explain the safety rules betwixt Frog and Dog.
Frogly’s puny little toes fell off. At bedtime. An over-tired 4 year old’s bedtime.
Ah, the evening trifecta arrives just in time to relight the flames.
How do I know I’m a mom? Because I doctored up Frogly’s foot with super-glue, that’s how. And, as I wrestled with tape reinforcements (a cast, right?), JB checked the tackle box, finding duplicate Frogly.
We all live another day.
But wait– there’s more. Z has been rereading all of his “How to Train Your Dragon” books, in between which we’ve have long conversations about mythology, historical timelines, and evolution. When he asked, “Mom, can you…uh… make me a picture of everything important since, like, the dinosaurs?”
I assumed google was gonna hook me up. One free infographic on history from dinosaurs until now … what? No FREE INFOGRAPHIC? Cue microsoft word, insert tables, copy row, and carpal-tunnel-inducing cut and paste.
No worries– there WILL be a free infographic. Eventually.
But I did find out how to make him a viking helmet out of a t-shirt, duck tape, and some tin foil.
Apparently this one has heard all the jokes. He was not a fan of viking helmet good times.
He did put on the Toothless tail though.
Sidebar: Go back up to the picture of viking Zach. Look down and right. See where I still haven’t rehung the doors on the armoire-turned-food-pantry (from January 2012) in my kitchen? Bah-ha-ha… I love me.
Finally, the coup de grâce— the tee-pee. Now, before y’all start throwing jokes, I’d like to point out a few things.
1) Post-photo trim work gave it a more conical shape. Look at it again, two days– MAX– before a glimpse of that thing at dusk triggered life-long ghost nightmares.
2) Children chose and sorted the sticks. Well, one of them did; Elliot excavated a lake.
3) Children dug the holes–in Carolina red clay.
4) Children sawed most of the tiny side branches. Meticulously and slowly with a dull box saw.
Alright, I used the jig saw for some of the large stuff, but c’mon!
Of course, now I want to build a yurt.