You may ask "why 3 degrees south west?"
Well, to answer that:
what is a degree? "A position on a scale of intensity" is one definition; the perfect definition for me and my family. I am the nucleus that has 3 little "positions of intensity" all born in the south with the last name of west and aptly named here Brainy, Sporty and Baby Smurf. Then of course there is my big "position of intensity" who I will call Rebel.
Hopefully over time you will figure out who fits what title.
Well, to answer that:
what is a degree? "A position on a scale of intensity" is one definition; the perfect definition for me and my family. I am the nucleus that has 3 little "positions of intensity" all born in the south with the last name of west and aptly named here Brainy, Sporty and Baby Smurf. Then of course there is my big "position of intensity" who I will call Rebel.
Hopefully over time you will figure out who fits what title.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Spiderman can't climb our walls
So, as most of you now know, Sporty smurf has a fancy for costumes. He just LOVES being superheros, a policeman, doctor, Super Why...anything he can come up with. We have a "contact strip" hook that holds our dogs leashes, or at least we did.
I'm upstairs doing laundry and I hear this THUD, then a whimper. I run to the top of the stairs to discover my middle man on the floor in his superman cape, spiderman mask and diego gloves. You see, we don't have a "real" spiderman costume, so he creates his own. I ran down the stairs in a panic afraid of what he was going to tell me. "Are you okay?" "uh huh - my fell off that hook." "you did WHAT?!?!?" "My was being spiderman and trying to climb the wall and dat hook fell!"
Now, at this point some of you are thinking "oh my gosh! Is he okay?" Yes, he's fine. Just got the wind knocked out of him. This instance though is fairly normal for our house however. I look up at the wall and sure enough there where the hook was was a BIG brown hole. I couldn't help myself...I started to laugh. I couldn't stop. Why? Because the HOOK was still attached to the paint on the wall which was now on the floor!! I couldn't even believe it! I just kept staring at it. He had ripped the hook off the wall to the drywall! I don't even know how we're going to explain this when we leave. Praises that it is behind the front door and not in the foyer somewhere. I still chuckle when I think about this because it is our "normal."
Here's what I've learned from this experience:
1. Contact strips will hold a lot of things to a wall but not a 40 lb 4 year old.
2. With a cape and a mask you can do anything. You are a superhero after all.
3. Live life in random spurts of insanity and impulse.
4. With 3 boys, you never know where your next adventure will come from.
5. ALWAYS have a camera on hand.
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I sure do miss that little guy!
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