Flynn's Latest Song

Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Everybody get dressed (except for birds)
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Bird
Brid, bird bird, the bird is the word

And, repeat...

The weather

Drake: Mommy, why is it raining?
Me: Why do you think it is raining, honey?
Drake: Because we live in Washington?

That's Interesting

I took the boys for a nice long walk, and insisted they take along their cameras.  I instructed them to take a picture of anything they found interesting.  I wanted a little glimpse of what it's like inside their heads, how they think, how they see the world.

Here is a selection from Drake's camera. I did not realize that he took 100 pictures on our 45 minute walk.
Seriously...100 pictures. Drake took pictures of everything! The entire walk is documented, including which route we took.

Here are some of Flynn's pictures.
Flynn gave up after the first block. He was much more interested in the stray dog we discovered (that ended up following us for a half a mile). I particularly enjoy which items they both found interesting.

OSHA would not approve

We moved the boys' playhouse onto the deck, under the shade of the vines.  Since then, they have been spending lots of time in it, or on it, as the case may be.  For the last couple of days, they have been making improvements to their "business": hammering away, fixing the roof and the pipes, and adding a vacation house to the side.  They have been "selling" water and snacks from their business, and closing for lunch and snack times.

They make me smile.

Writer's Block/ Doubt

I am staring at the flashing cursor.  It mocks me, taunting me and my inability to put words to the page and further the plot on my “novel”.  I am distracted by the fingerprints on the keys and whatever that smudge is (I don’t really want to know).  I will never purchase a black, shiny computer again.  Beads of condensation run down my plastic cup, leaving a ring on the table dangerously close to the power cord. I can almost hear the hum of the fluorescent lights about; the music from my Angry Birds ear buds drowns most of it out.  The clicking, clicking, clicking from the other keyboards in the room remind me how inadequate I feel about my abilities. 

I am surrounded by writers, people who actually identify themselves as writers, people who make a living at writing.  I have never felt more like a fraud than I do right now. They are all serious. They have sent their works into the ether, and people have paid money for said works. How on earth can I compete or compare? This whole exercise is an examination of all my shortcomings and self esteem issues. I have done everything but write today.

Seriously, what is that on my keyboard?

I will eventually push through the feelings and the demons lined up to prevent me from forging ahead in this process. But, right now, I have been beaten back. I must regroup and rearm.

Flynn-isms

Mommy, the butterfly isn't wearing a hat.  It really needs to wear a hat in the sun.

Mommy, did we plant skies?  What happens if everybody plants skies?

Mommy, butterflies are humans because they have lots and lots of brothers and sisters.

Mommy, all the butterflies are white.  I think its mommy and daddy did that.

Mommy, what happens if a fish wears a firefighter's suit and a firefighter's helmet?

[In the car, with the windows down, stopped at an intersection, surrounded by other cars] Cock-a-doodle-do. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock.Cock.Cock.Cock. Mommy, what letter starts with cock?

End of the school year- Pre-K edition

Well, we all survived Drake's first year of school.  There were moments when I wasn't sure that he/we would (four trips to the principal's office and one suspension).  But overall, he had a good year, as evidenced by the comments on his report card.  "Some of Drake's strengths are his academic skills and his introspective nature.  He is capable of seeing a deeper meaning to most things which is such a gift at this age."


Part of his end-of-school packet included a book made of artwork and pictures throughout the year.  I love seeing his progression throughout the entire year, especially since I wasn't in the classroom very much.  He also had a packet telling all about himself.  This was my favorite page:

This is a picture of his family.  Daddy, Mommy, Drake, and Flynn, and something else.  I asked him what it was; I was curious since we don't have any pets to be included in the picture.  It's dragonfly, his wind up toy that he considers a pet.  He cracks me up.

He already misses his friends and has completed several pages in his "summer school" workbook.  Let's hope summer goes by quickly.  :)