Today is Yellow day for Curious Bird’s color week. Not surprisingly, yellow was not the easiest color to find around this house. I thought of the first shot as I was dozing off last night, but the rest were scavenged in the few minutes before the school bus came. The school bus, which, now that I think about it, would have made a nice yellow image, too!
I just came back from a “Volunteer Appreciation Tea” at the big guy’s school this morning. It was a sweet and simple affair, with refreshments and student entertainment. The various musical groups (band, choir, bell choir) shared with us some of the songs they were working on for upcoming concerts. He is not involved in any of that, so I didn’t actually see him. I had to bring the little guy with me, since he’s home on Tuesdays, and despite the fact that I set him down with a cookie, a Where’s Waldo book and an I Spy book (did I mention this took place in the school library?) he still saw fit to indulge in poorly-timed outbursts. Or maybe they were well-timed, depending on your point of view… I’m hoping the bell choir didn’t hear his declaration that “this is boring.” I know several people heard him yell “Argh!” when he turned to a page he recognized in the I Spy book. This child really doesn’t get the idea of inappropriate outbursts. His teacher has started sending him out of the room during circle time lately because he can’t control his loud burping. Yikes.
Parenting is such an adventure. When I was younger I imagined myself as the mother of 3 or 4 well-behaved little girls, who were really more like living dolls and who needed very little correction from me. It never occurred to me that boys were in my future. Some boys need to be taught that belching proudly with their mouths wide open is not something that teachers appreciate. They need to be told that, as much as I may share their feelings on the subject, it’s inappropriate to express their dislike of the grade-school rendition of a High School Musical II medley until after it is over and we are safely alone in the car. Some boys don’t come with a filter, and resist all attempts to have one installed. Of course, it is just this lack of filter that can be awfully entertaining. It’s a fine line to straddle…
And now I am off to be a responsible adult and pack/ship some orders. I’m still doing very well in that department, so go me! 😀 I’ve been on time (even better than on time, actually) for a week now, which is longer than I’ve been able to keep it going all year! I think I’ve finally turned a corner business-wise, and I’d hate to blow it now, as much as I’d rather be catching up with some of my favorite feeds this morning.
It’s time to get back that great reputation I had, oh, five years ago, for being a speedy shipper! [What happened five years ago that touched off my decline in productivity? Hmmm. Could it possibly be that boy without a filter that I was just talking about? Naaahhh 😉 ]