While out for a walk this morning, we walked past a very, well, tiny man. A little person I think is the term. Thomas, like all 4 year olds, awkwardly yelled out about it and the lovely man just smiled at us. Once past him, Thomas said “Mum? That reminds me that dad and I saw the tiniest woman ever at the mall the other day. I mean, she wasn’t the size of a bug or anything. She was the size of a pigeon.”
While working on his Lego robots, one piece was not working exactly how Thomas had envisioned it working, so, with a heavy sigh he took it apart and said “Oh well, thanks for the cardboard.”
Me: The cardboard?
Thomas: Mum, thats just a saying you say when you have to start something again from the beginning. Thanks for the cardboard.
Me: Do you mean back to the drawing board?
Thomas: Oh. Yeah. That one maybe.
This afternoon we were playing doctor and Thomas had a go at listening to my heart with my old stethoscope. As he listened he sort of squealed in a high pitch “Beeee boooo, bim bim, bomp boo bimp bimper”. “Oh dear,” I said. “Is that what my heart sounds like?”. “It is,” was the glum reply. “Do you think I`ll make it doctor?” I asked. “Nope. Not tonight,” he replied before taking off the stethoscope and walking out of the room.
He has, like, zero bedside manner.
I suggest he sticks to working with animals, as below….
Dr. Doolittle. Hard at work.
We`ve never really been the parents that engaged in baby talk with Thomas. I`ve always found baby voices irritating really (unless, of course, the voice belongs to a baby, in which case they can`t help it). We`ve always tried to his answer questions without dumbing things down, which is not always easy. I remember once hearing a dad trying to explain global warming in really technical terms to a kid that looked to be about 2 years old and it sounded about as ridiculous as if he had been saying “the sunny sun hots things up so that everything is tooooooo hot and gets all shrivelly and yucky” or however you do baby talk. There`s some sort of balance needed between saying “you wouldn`t understand” and then actually launching into a full on discussion about how an epidemic and a pandemic differ, for example. Sometimes it would be way easier to just say “you wouldn`t understand”. For example, yesterday, when I found myself trying to explain what gross income meant. Or how renting a home and owning a home differ. Or how bacteria ends up making your throat sore (and therefore why you shouldn`t lick a car). Or how steel is made. Or why saying that someone is Greek is NOT actually a swear word. And on, and on.
Sometimes though, I do have to just give up and say “Know what? I don`t understand that either kiddo.” (in response to how does a windmill make power). If someone could dumb that down for me, that would be helpful.
Andrew has this habit of chalking things up to “being a farm boy at heart” because he “grew up on the prairies” in Saskatchewan. The reality is that he grew up in one of the biggest cities there (maybe the biggest city? the capital city? errrgh, I didn`t really pay attention in geography), Regina, and he pretty much saw the inside of a farm on grade school field trips and spent the remainder of his youth playing video games and hanging out at Manchu Wok in the mall like all other, non-agrarian, Canadian kids. Thomas will have just as much right to the phrase “farm boy at heart” as his father after his three hour adventure to Riverdale Farm in Toronto this past weekend. I sense that this would be Andrew`s kind of farm, smack dab in the middle of a big city with a Starbuck`s within walking distance. Seriously though, it was this amazing space in Cabbagetown that made you feel like you were`t in the city and we had such a great day there. And here`s a whole lotta pictures to prove it!
What a fun Mother`s Day.
I am so in love with the Vancouver Aquarium on a rainy Vancouver morning. We actually went back in December but I have only now gone through the pictures to put a post together. As always, we had a great time and as always Thomas made up new names for every fish/animal we saw. I guess it is a toddler thing but every time I would say something like, “Oh look Thomas, that fish is called a Tang” he would look at me as though I had said “Oh look Thomas. That little fish is called a Giant Sea Elephant” and would correct me with his own taxonomy, saying things like “Mama! That is a BLERNER, NOT a TANG!” (emphasis Thomas). The next time we would come across the fish he would have named it something different so it was really difficult to keep track of my Blerners versus my Feenies, but I`ll learn, or he will.
These last few pics are of our favourite little creatures in the whole place. They are so crazy cute that I want to bring a ziploc bag and scoop them up and take them home, which I imagine is frowned upon. We have both agreed that these ones are called Pokey Pokies!
Can you stand it?!?!?!? They could only possibly be cuter if they were wearing little hats.