Stories from Mom

The other day dg5 came home from preschool and said, Mom, do I have any extra money?"
"Yes," she said.
"Mom, we need to put my extra money in the bank."
"Yeah, we can put your money in your piggy bank."
"No, the BANK," he says.
"In the Hughes Federal Credit Union Bank?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."

We're guessing he learned something about banks in preschool.


The same day wg3 and Mom were at the scout office. wg3 was beahaving like a 3 year old, mixing up the pencils, waving the restroom key around over his head and wanting to duel with his light sabre. He very frankly asked the lady at the counter for a pocket knife.

On the way out he showed his mother a sly grin. She stopped. "What are you smiling about wg3?" No response, he just cocked his head to the side and kept on smiling. Mom noticed he had a hand over his pocket. She moved his little paws and found it full of pins and belt loops; rewards for scouts who achieve a certain amount of completed tasks.

"wg3, if we had left the store with those that would be stealing. We don't do that. When you steal the police come and take you to jail."
To which he replied, "How do you get the police officers to come?"
"You call them."
"Can we call them now?"
"No."
"But I want to call them. I want to have them over for dinner."

We think he is missing the point.

Congratulations Mr. President

"My countrymen, we do not now differ in our judgment concerning the controversies of past generations, and fifty years hence our children will not be divided in their opinions concerning our controversies. They will surely bless their fathers and their fathers' God that the Union was preserved, that slavery was overthrown, and that both races were made equal before the law. We may hasten or we may retard, but we can not prevent, the final reconciliation. Is it not possible for us now to make a truce with time by anticipating and accepting its inevitable verdict?" - James A Garfield, 1881

Whistling

Yesterday at work we used a dosimeter to measure the noise level of a machining process. When the employee reviewed the noise level she shared that a David put a finger in each side of his mouth and whistled over 100db. Very loud.

I was reminded of when I was a kid roaming the small Ohio neighborhood where I grew up. I could hear my Mom's whistle from blocks away. I don't ever remember dragging my feet when I heard that whistle. I do remember saying goodbye and running home. I never could whistle to the same effect.

Home

I arrived home from work just now. NH and the boys are at her parents house visiting her brother jg + kids and Aunt Kelly. This house is very empty without them. I don't like it here much just now.

We just can't get a normal smile

There was a period of time when dg would not smile for pictures or all smiles were goofy. Maybe I should just say that because he would not produce the hoped for smile the picture didn't turn out the way we hoped; oh and that he wasn't cooperating on purpose. dg5 is now moved out of that phase, but wg3 has no problem filling his shoes. After many pictures this is the best we got.

Ah, the picture without wg3. That's better.

Here he is in his wheelhouse.

Here he is when he doesn't know it's coming. Unfortunately, neither does anyone else. The consequence, occasionally heads are missing parts.