The Paradox that is Will

Recently Will came up to me, gave me a big hug, and said "Mama, some people are worth melting for."

Me: Huh?...
Will: You know, Olaf said that in Frozen.

Me: You know Olaf was a snowman and if he melts he dies. So he's saying someone he loves is worth dying for.
Will: I know. Mama, you're worth melting for.

And then *I* melted...

Until a couple of days ago when we heard a Canadian Blood Services ad on the radio looking for blood donors. I used to donate, but now I'm ineligible; I believe people should give if they can.

Me: Will, I hope when you're older you'll consider donating blood. There are lots of sick and injured people who could use it. They don't take very much and your body makes more.
Will: I don't think so. It sounds scary.

Me: Well, it wouldn't be until you're an adult. It really doesn't hurt. And they don't take very much. Your body wouldn't even miss it.
Will: No.

Me: What if *I* was dying and needed blood. Would you give me just a bit?
Will: No.

Me: What?! You wouldn't give me just a bit?? I might die.
Will: There are other people around who can give blood.

Me (crossing slightly over to crazy): Ok. What if we were on a spaceship? And there was only you and me? Would you give me blood then?
Will: I don't think so.

Me: What if I was the only one who knew how to fly the spaceship? If I died, the spaceship would crash and you'd die too, you know. You'd really be saving yourself.
Will: Still no.

WTH?

Outer Space

Will: Mom, how come we never go into outer space?
Me: Well...how would we get there?

Will: On a spaceship!
Me: Do you *have* a spaceship? Because I don't.

Will: Why don't we just go find one and get on it?
Me: Because they're not like buses. You can't just find one, put a few quarters in and hop on.

Will: Well, how do you get to go on one?...
Me: You need to be an astronaut.

Will: How do you get to be an astronaut?
Me: Well, you probably have to study to be an engineer or a physicist or something like that.*

*My knowledge is entirely based on the Big Bang Theory.

Me: Also, I think maybe if you're a really good pilot, you could be an astronaut.**

**I clearly have no idea, but it would seem reasonable to me.

Will: Oh - ok. So if you're not a good pilot, then you just fly planes?

OMG - I hope not!

Frozen

I'm thinking someone's becoming a bit too obsessed with Frozen.

After half an hour in bed, Mia gets up because she just *has* to sing "Let it Go" to me. I patiently indulge this; after all, we all get a song stuck in our heads once in a while. But will she go back to bed afterwards? No.

So I repeated my request in her own Frozen language:

Let us go! Let us go!
Let's go straight up to bed!
Let u...s go! Let us go!
Time to rest your tired head.

I don't care if you scream at me.
Let the tantrum rage on!
The noise never bothered me anyway.

She went to bed after that. I like to think her sense of humor + my singing in her language made her see reason and go to bed. But it may have just been her needing to escape my singing.

February 2014

February 10, 2014

Mia is in Will's way.

Will: Mia, can you please move?

She doesn't....

Will: Mia - you're in my way. Could you move?

Still no movement.

Will (singing): Mia, you better move. You better dance. It's going down. I'm yelling Timber.

OMG - that kid cracks me up!

And if you don't get the reference...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHUbLv4ThOo

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February 27, 2014

Will has recently discovered Star Wars and is obsessed with light sabers. Using a pool noodle lying around the house with a bit of duct tape slapped on for a hilt plus a bit of hockey tape to decorate the hilt, we made a light saber.

Yesterday was Show and Tell and he planned to bring his light saber.

Me: Maybe we can practice Show and Tell? Your teacher will want to know what it is, where you got it, what you do with it...
Will: Ok! I'll tell them it's my light saber.

Me: Ok, good. Where did you get it?
Will: I got it from the store.

Me: What? No you didn't. We made it. You were there. It didn't come from the store.
Will: The pool noodle came from the store. The duct tape came from the store. The hockey tape came from the store. It. Came. From. The. Store.

Hard to argue with logic like that.

 

 

Time to catch up!

January 17, 2014

Mia lost another tooth today. And just before bed, she dashes off a quick note to the Tooth Fairy to leave with her tooth. Clearly mistaking the Tooth Fairy for Santa, it's actually a request for the Tooth Fairy to please leave her some pixie dust.

Me: Umm...if the Tooth Fairy actually leaves you pixie dust, what do you plan to do with it?
Mia: Fly!

Of course...how could I not know that?



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January 17, 2014
And then there's Will...

It's Show and Tell day at preschool. They were asked to bring what they got from Santa/favorite Christmas present. And here's my boy, getting ready to demonstrate the stapler - yes, you read that right, a stapler - that... he got from Santa.

You can imagine how that conversation went when he was sitting on Santa's lap with Mia in Disneyland...

Santa: And what would you like for Christmas, Mia?
Mia: A Nintendo 3DS!

Santa: A very popular choice! And what about you, Will?
Will: A stapler.

Santa (clearly thinking he misheard): A skateboard?
Mia: That's not what he said. Tell him again, Will!
Will: A STAPLER.

Santa: A stapler?
Will: Yes! A stapler!

Santa: A stapler...well...hmmm... (clearly at a loss)

I hear all the kids in his class now want a stapler after his demo (and then the demo of REMOVING staples with the bonus stapler remover Santa gave him).

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January 21, 2014

Keeping the tooth fairy busy this week. Second lost tooth in 4 days.




 

After spending the day at a friend's house, the kiddos were excited to tell us about playing with a suction cup bow and arrow. I suggest that maybe one day they'd like to try real archery.

Mia: Yes! Yes! We want to try bow-and-arrow-ing! Can you sign us up for lessons?
Me: Lessons might be a bit premature. Maybe you could try it once before we commit to lessons.

Both: No - we know we'll like it!
Me: Of course you think so. Tell you what, if you can tell me what you call the pouch you keep the arrows in, I'll go to Bass Pro right now and get you guys real bows and arrows.

Mia: Ummm...is it called an arrow pouch?
Me: Nope. I'll give you a hint: it starts with a "Q".

Will: Is it a Cuba?

 O. M. G. Could not stop laughing! Get it? Starts with a Q...  Q-ba! Hahahahaha!

Sad news from the George House

RIP FERGUS
 May 25 2002 - November 29 2013

Will: Mama, how do you make ingredients?
Me: How do you make ingredients? Or how do you make stuff with ingredients?

Will: How do you make ingredients? Like if you use all your ingredients to make ingredients and you don't have any more ingredients to make ingredients, how do you make more ingredients?

It's like he just discovered the culinary equivalent of chicken-and-egg. He's so earnest and yet it seems kinda like he might be on the brink of his head exploding because he can't quite contain the entire concept in his head.

A new post... A new camping season.

Well, it has been a while hasn't it?  A new camping season has started and with it  a new motivation to make an update.  This year finds us with a new camping philosophy.  Over the winter we decided that making reservations and fighting the crowds at provincial campgrounds was no longer enjoyable so we have set down roots and now call Wilderness Village our camping home.

So far it has met, and exceeded our expectations.  There is lots for the kids and us to do from swimming pools, to a petting zoo, to a huge playground, back woods off road trails, a lake and more!! It has it all and it still feels like a campground.  Take a look at some of the pics from the weekend and see what you think.

THE PETTING ZOO

OTHER CAMPING STUFF

 

 

The Kids Celebrate their 4th and 6th B-days

With their birthdays so close together and the common connection between friends it only makes sense that we would combine their Birthday parties.  This year it was Super Hero themed and included fun in a pool and play room.

Take look, hope you enjoy.

And we're back!

So many little gems over the past few months that I've been meaning to post...will try to catch up soon.

So what's prompted me to get back to posting? Why, it's this little gem...

Today:

Will (examining a candle on the table): Mommy, why is this candle made from beeswax?
Me: Because that's just where we get the wax for candles from.

Will: But Mommy, bees don't have ears.

Will: Mommy, why are you laughing? Are you crying, Mommy? Why are you crying? Mommy, what's wrong? Are you laughing or crying?

A lot of both!

Halloween!!

Will, the Fireman
(or..."I'm going to use my fire extinguisher to squirt the fire out.
So you can call me Squirty the Fireman!")

Mia, the Vampire
(sans teeth because, left in for more than a minute, she gags)

All smiles