Fun at daycare

Grady's been having lots of fun at daycare this summer. His class has a new theme each week. For sea-life week they learned how to crabwalk, read stories about underwater creatures, and snuggled with their favorite sea-creature stuffed animals from home. Mommy lent Grady the stuffed lobster that Daddy brought her back from his first work trip to Boston.

During safari week they made safari explorer hats, lion mane masks, practiced roaring, and snuggled at naptime with their favorite jungle animal from home. Grady brought his stuffed Tigger along and apparently it was a big hit.

Occasionally they also have water play outside. Grady loves the water table. This is no surprise, seeing as how we can't get him out of the pool, or away from the sprinkler, or pry the hose and nozzle from him when he's outside at home.

Uncle Chris comes to visit

Grady was excited that Uncle Chris could visit for a couple days.  It was swelteringly hot out, but fun to be outside in the yard with his spray bottle.  And Uncle Chris was nice enough to share his ice with Grady, too.

Busted!

If you look at Grady's lip, you'll notice that the left side is fat.  With teeth marks.   When I picked him up at daycare yesterday, there was an accident report in his cubby for me to sign.  Apparently another kid was playing with a drum and Grady wanted it.  Sooo, he took it.  And in his haste to run away with his ill-gotten booty, he tripped over his feet and smashed into a cupboard face-first, biting his lip in the process. 

The report goes on to describe what was done for the injury (TLC, tissue on lip until it stopped bleeding, ice).  Then I get to the section on follow up/action plan...

"Talked with the whole class about why sharing is better than stealing and why we don't run in the classroom."

That's our kid... getting the whole class lectured!  :P

Today when I picked him up, there was another accident report.  When I dropped him off in the morning, he spent an hour in the smaller infant room until more of his classmates arrived.  He was standing on a pillow, trying to look outside, and was using the pull-up bar.  (Like a ballet barre/railing for the smaller babies to hold on to while they're learning to stand up).  He somehow managed to get his arm stuck, wedged between the bar and the wall.  Scared the teacher when she went to pick him up and he was stuck.  Thought they were going to have to soap up his arm to slide it out.  The teacher in the next room over was able to extricate his arm.  More TLC, more ice, more paperwork for me to sign...

Grady and I agree that we can't wait for Daddy to come home on Saturday!

Click!

Last weekend a tree fell down in our back yard; hitting Karen's garden (/cry)... it was a neighbor's tree, not very big and we don't know them, so I figured I'd just cut it up this weekend.

At 2:30 today, I checked the weather and it was going to storm in about 45 minutes. So I threw on my work clothes, grabbed the chainsaw, and headed out to work on the tree.

Karen came along to with Grady to watch the action. Of course, I forgot my eye protection so Karen runs into the house while Grady is playing in his "Cozy Coupe" on the back porch. In a matter of a nano-second, he goes from the Coupe, into the kiddie pool - fully dressed with shoes on... gonna be in trouble for that one! But I digress...

Karen comes back out, gives me the dirty look, and I go about hacking down the tree. About 44 minutes and 30 seconds later, it starts pouring down rain. Karen takes Grady and what she can carry into the house. Then she comes back out to the porch to grab a few more things... and in that nano-second, Grady reaches up, and locks the sliding door.

Great - we're locked out, in the pouring rain!

We do that dance of "come on kid, you can open it"... just a little more. While he is gigling and probably enjoying the fact that we are now completely soaked! After a few minutes, I do the walk of shame to the neighbors to get our spare key... oh Grady, you're the man! :)

Crazy kid.

Sausage?

So we're sitting at the dinner table last night and I hear Karen say (while trying not to laugh). "Grady, we don't put sausage in our eyes!".

Goofy kid.