K is for… #atozchallenge


Move your keister meester, time to kickoff the letter of the day.

I could take the easy road and just write about my KIDS since that’s what my theme is. That’s all the other days, though.

I asked Crash last night what I could write about that begins with the letter K. As any child will tell you, K is for kangaroo. I could easily write about how they bounce and jump around the house like they were kangaroo rats. I’ve already shared a clip of Bang bouncing off a door.

Last year’s post is still fitting. In the honor of originality, I won’t use that one again.

I kissed DW good-bye this morning as she left to go to work. From the backseat a certain 4 year old hollers, “Stop that kissing!” I’m not sure why he was repulsed by kissing this morning. I kiss her good-bye every morning.

Wanna  know a secret? DW and I kiss in threes.

1 for I
1 for Love
1 for You.

It’s kinda like one for me, one for you and one for love. Kooky right?

While kissing is all good and fun and healthy and a great why to gross out your kids, my favorite kisses happen in the dark.

After books are read, after the fan is turned on, after he’s all tucked into bed with the blankets pulled up to his chin (Bang likes to be cocooned like his father) I turn off his light and turn on his star frog night light. I lay down beside him and put my arm next to him. He likes to hug arms and hold hands when falls asleep. Then I kiss his little fuzzy head. He hates it and rubs it off, but I do it any way. Sometimes I give him a million kisses all over his head and he tries to rub them off. “You missed one” I tell him. “Where,” he’ll ask. “I’m not telling”. Then he’s off to dreamland to dream of whatever craziness 4 years old dream.

The big kid is slightly different. After we read and it’s lights out, I lay next to him and we chit chat for a bit. A lot of Friday’s “Go Ask Your Father” questions originate in this 5-10 minutes of darkness. The last question is always, “Will you scratch my back?” Of course I will. 5 minutes later he’s nearly asleep and twitching. I gently kiss the top of his fuzzy head and sneak out of the room.

DW gets her three after she’s all tucked in and I hear “I like head scratches.”


A Birds and Bees Lesson from Minecraft

Crash is 8 years old. He, therefore, has a slight obsession with everything Minecraft. That 80’s pixilated video game in which you can mine for iron, gold, and diamonds (among other things). That game of blocks in which you can build anything so long as it’s made of cubes. His time on it is extremely limited, but that doesn’t stop him from knowing more about it than Steven Hawking knows about black holes.

Naturally, my curiosity lead me to get the game for myself (We have the PE edition for our tablets) to see what all the hype was about. There is something addictive about it. Perhaps that it’s endless? Perhaps its laced with heroin?

Anyway, we’ve discovered farming. You can plant seeds and grow wheat, carrots and potatoes. But if you build a fenced in enclosure and lead some animals – pigs, cows, sheep, chickens inside, you have created an animal farm. You can milk the cows if you make a bucket. You can collect eggs from the chickens. You can sheer sheep for their wool to make carpet. Of course, you could kill your animals to get beef, chicken breasts, or pork chops. But I don’t advise killing them until you’ve… uh, made them kiss.

Enough of the boring details. Your penned up animals can make babies. If you’re looking for a romantic (or raunchy) love scene you’ll have to look elsewhere. The only thing you’ll see here is some kissing (no tongue). Crash loves to tell us “My chickens kissed and made a baby.” Or “I fed my sheep and that made them kiss and they had a baby.” Yep, that’s exactly how it’s done, bud. You eat, you kiss, and then poof a baby materializes. Let this be a lesson to you. Don’t kiss anyone.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed that he doesn’t get too curious about real life babies. For that there’s always Google, YouTube and his mom!

When ya gotta go

So the other day Crash and Bang had friends over. They happen to be sisters. The oldest is a grade behind Crash and the youngest is Bang’s age. They’ll be in class together in September. The four of them played and had a grand time while DW and I chatted with their mother about camping, and work and stuff. Continue reading