Let’s Pretend…

Probably the most use the mixer will get this holiday season. Unless, of course, Herr Husband wants to make his famous red velvet cupcakes with the best cream cheese icing ever...

The most use the mixer will get this holiday season. Unless, of course, Herr Husband wants to make his famous red velvet cupcakes with the best cream cheese icing ever…

Today began with a long overdue playdate with a mom friend and her adorable, spunky daughter. I was excited because Das Big Boy had been asking about this particular lil’ one recently, and I was eager to catch up with her mom. As usual, Das Big Boy was rude when our guests arrived (and not just because he was in the middle of a poop change!)–telling them, “Bye-bye.” But he eventually settled down and played nicely with and alongside his pal (who is totally unfazed by his behavior, one of many reasons I so enjoy her). Then the poor little muffin bumped her head on the table and, appropriately, cried. This led to Das Big Boy inconsolably crying for quite a while. Anyone have any suggestions for the sympathy crier? He just gets whipped up and hard to calm down, even when the other kid is totally over it. Nevertheless, it was a delightful playdate and I was so glad we did it, especially as playdates are something we haven’t really been doing since I went on bedrest.

Das Big Boy has discovered several new uses for kitchen implements. My Kitchen-Aid mixer, that most primo of wedding gifts, has been re-purposed as a bicycle. “I’m riding a bike like Daddy!” Das Big Boy announced.

And away he goes! Also pictured, Big Boy Owl in the role of Martha, according to Das Big Boy.

And away he goes! Also pictured, Big Boy Owl in the role of Martha, according to Das Big Boy.

Then he stood in the wok. “My balloon,” he said, then added, “flying machine,” to be sure I understood that the wok was now the basket of a hot air balloon, as in the story, “The Flying Machine,” from James Marshall’s oft mentioned George and Martha. I love that one of my goals with my tenth graders was to have them make connections between books and their lives, and Das Big Boy is already doing so! Maybe he’ll be a low-wage earning but gleefully happy English major just like his mama! Makin’ me proud!

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