Rediscovered Cribsheet: Isaac at about 3.5 or 4 years old
Random notes
Isaac: (Picking up the little green train, Percy and waving it about over the track) "Percy was amazed to learn that engines could fly."
Isaac: (while I was drawing a picture of James the red engine) "Ladies and gentlemen, we're drawing a splendid red engine."
I started teaching him to howl a long time ago and he didn't every really do it - till now. Now we howl together fairly often - it's very satisfying to howl with your family - I recommend it. We just up and do it once in a while when the mood strikes, not too often. We were taking a walk and I howled and he started howling - "My little wolf cub" I said
"Ow0000 -I'm a wolf cub!" He said.
Muckle Bad Dad.
What you need to know:
In one Thomas story there is a little Scottish engine and a bad recalcitrant brake van who is causing trouble.
Bad Brake Van: "I'm essential!"
Scottish engine: "Ye're a muckle nuisance - It's tae leave ye behind I'd be wantin. what are ye in the end but a screechin and a noise?"
Ok. Remember that.
Isaac and I were at Green lake walking and stopped to rest under a tree in some shade. We had a great time tossing pebbles in the lake then he noticed the lumpy roots of the tree we were sitting under and asked about them. I told him a tree is similar above and below, that the leaves are drinking sunshine and that the roots are like branches reaching down into the earth drinking water. "What's all this rocky stuff?" he said, feeling the bark. "That's the skin, called bark. It 's rough and thick to keep the tree safe." He smiled up at the tree.
"Let's call it Duke!"
I looked at the one across the way - "Let's call that one Betsy."
He pointed across the way "And we'll call that one Googi! And that one Spoogi!"
He pointed at every tree in sight, giving them silly names and slipping into hysterics over his own goofiness, giggling till he was nearly out of breath.
I went and sat on the bench. He walked over with a funny smile. "I'm essential!" he rasped, like the brake van.
In my best'worst Scottish accent I barked at him: "Ye're a muckle nuisance - It's tae leave ye behind I'd be wantin, what are ye in the end but a screechin and a noise?"
I heard a loud snort behind me and looked over. A woman was walking by on the path give me a burning glare that said I was a monster Dad.
Random notes
Isaac: (Picking up the little green train, Percy and waving it about over the track) "Percy was amazed to learn that engines could fly."
Isaac: (while I was drawing a picture of James the red engine) "Ladies and gentlemen, we're drawing a splendid red engine."
I started teaching him to howl a long time ago and he didn't every really do it - till now. Now we howl together fairly often - it's very satisfying to howl with your family - I recommend it. We just up and do it once in a while when the mood strikes, not too often. We were taking a walk and I howled and he started howling - "My little wolf cub" I said
"Ow0000 -I'm a wolf cub!" He said.
Muckle Bad Dad.
What you need to know:
In one Thomas story there is a little Scottish engine and a bad recalcitrant brake van who is causing trouble.
Bad Brake Van: "I'm essential!"
Scottish engine: "Ye're a muckle nuisance - It's tae leave ye behind I'd be wantin. what are ye in the end but a screechin and a noise?"
Ok. Remember that.
Isaac and I were at Green lake walking and stopped to rest under a tree in some shade. We had a great time tossing pebbles in the lake then he noticed the lumpy roots of the tree we were sitting under and asked about them. I told him a tree is similar above and below, that the leaves are drinking sunshine and that the roots are like branches reaching down into the earth drinking water. "What's all this rocky stuff?" he said, feeling the bark. "That's the skin, called bark. It 's rough and thick to keep the tree safe." He smiled up at the tree.
"Let's call it Duke!"
I looked at the one across the way - "Let's call that one Betsy."
He pointed across the way "And we'll call that one Googi! And that one Spoogi!"
He pointed at every tree in sight, giving them silly names and slipping into hysterics over his own goofiness, giggling till he was nearly out of breath.
I went and sat on the bench. He walked over with a funny smile. "I'm essential!" he rasped, like the brake van.
In my best'worst Scottish accent I barked at him: "Ye're a muckle nuisance - It's tae leave ye behind I'd be wantin, what are ye in the end but a screechin and a noise?"
I heard a loud snort behind me and looked over. A woman was walking by on the path give me a burning glare that said I was a monster Dad.
