Nick has been zipping around outside on an old plastic bigwheel that was mine in another lifetime, which we brought down from the attic because he's decided to ride his toys down the sledding hill now that it's Spring, and the bigwheel is closer to the ground when he wipes out onto his face. So he rides over to see Mr. Steve, the neighbor, who is an engineer for Chrysler. And I overhear him say, "Mr. Steve, you have two Jeeps now, what the f#$k!" Of course his mother is mortified that this can't help our standing in the neighborhood. He says he learned it on the computer. I am at least proud it was a nice application of the word, in a reasonably correct context.Flying his remote control plane outside has become a favorite activity. He was out in the yard flying it one afternoon, and crashed it into his mother's head... tangled in her hair. She tells him to get into the house, and he replies, "How about I just wait for you in the garage?" He's clamoring more to get outside with the onset of Spring, wanting to 'play baseball' and toss the frisbee (but not necessarily catch it). We're even running into his friends now at the playground, like Devin this past weekend.
Most inpressive has been Nick's drawing abilities. In about two weeks he went from unrecognizable scribbles of a toddler to a better artist than I am (the bar is very low)
. He's been posting drawings all over the house of the Titanic (his latest obsession after seeing a documentary), planes and trains, with intricate details. And lots of drawing on the driveway; one of the photos is a peashooter from Plants v Zombies. But the true obsession is still trains, which we visited the Detroit Model RR Club earlier in the month.
We had another month of battling birds; the starlings from last summer have returned, insistent on nesting in our exhaust vents... particularly those vents that are 25 feet above the ground. After a couple days of me teetering on a tall ladder with long poles and duct tape contraptions, taping vents shut, and them busting through, a printed photo of a hawk did the trick. Now I have horny hawks circling the house every morning flirting with the photo.
Pictures this month, click here. And finally a couple new videos at right.
- Jason
Most inpressive has been Nick's drawing abilities. In about two weeks he went from unrecognizable scribbles of a toddler to a better artist than I am (the bar is very low)
. He's been posting drawings all over the house of the Titanic (his latest obsession after seeing a documentary), planes and trains, with intricate details. And lots of drawing on the driveway; one of the photos is a peashooter from Plants v Zombies. But the true obsession is still trains, which we visited the Detroit Model RR Club earlier in the month.We had another month of battling birds; the starlings from last summer have returned, insistent on nesting in our exhaust vents... particularly those vents that are 25 feet above the ground. After a couple days of me teetering on a tall ladder with long poles and duct tape contraptions, taping vents shut, and them busting through, a printed photo of a hawk did the trick. Now I have horny hawks circling the house every morning flirting with the photo.
Pictures this month, click here. And finally a couple new videos at right.
- Jason
