Yesterday , we had Owen for about 3 1/2 hours. His big obsession right now is to go outside. As soon as he arrived, and before his mom left, he had asked for his boots and jacket. We were outside and down the street before she even got out of our house.We drummed on the electrical boxes , made snowballs, and watched a flock of Cedar Waxwings strip a Mountain Ash of berries in about one minute. There must have been at least two hundred birds in the flock . You could actually hear the hum of their beating wings as they took off and landed.
When we got back to the house about 30 minutes later, it was time for lunch and hot chocolate. There is nothing better than hot chocolate on a winter day.
After lunch, the first thing Owen did was get his boots and come over saying"outside". He loves being outside. This is a good thing. It certainly is better than sitting in front of a television all day like some kids do.
While we were out, he saw the scraper that we use to clear the walks on icy days. He has obviously seen his parents use one, because he immediately what it was for. Mrs. Moose showed him where to scrape and away he went. We were practically peeing ourselves laughing. The thing that really surprised us was that he would pick snow up with the scraper like a shovel. He would then try to dump it onto the pile beside the walkFor such a little guy he did an excellent job. As you can see from the pictures, he was quite proud of himself. Now if we could only keep his mitts on.
I've been thinking that if we get enough snow next year, I'll teach him how to make an IGLOO. Won't that be cool !
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Kristin can use these pictures as proof that he can shovel a sidewalk (or a driveway) when he's older. Especially if they live out on the acreage. Ha!
Erin : And show him how happy he was to do it.
You must have the right kind of igloo snow there. We used to make tunnels and igloos in Toronto. We would be outside all day long no matter what the weather. We didn't always want to go out but parents would kick all the kids out and sometimes lock the door behind us.
Hey, Moose, when you build that igloo don't forget snowball ammunition. He'd enjoy popping Grampa with a ball or two, I'd bet. I had experience with the scrapers when I was little, too and invariably got frustrated 'cause the biggies moved more snow than I did.
Babzy: actually, the snow we get here is very dry. We need to get some sticky stuff to make n igloo. or maybe I could water it a bit,
cat: he doesn't get frustrated yet. He is just happy being 'Outside"
We have already taught him to throw snowballs at Grandma moose
lol @ the mitt situation! (That would be a laugh of recognition - we suffer the same problem at my house all the time lol)
Just think, if he gets good at clearing the snow he could have a lucrative childhood career ahead of him. The little buggers around our house use the tactic where they sneak over to your house when they are positive you are home, clear your walks, THEN come to the door and ask if you'd like to pay them anything... lol
Ticblog: I thought Mrs. Moose could sew Velcro on his mitts and coat and that would keep them on.
I'll have to teach him that about clearing walks and asking for money. I could be his business partner and retire .
LOL
Yes, he could use some mittens...BTW, I recall seeing the cedar waxwings out in Montana. They'd come for the mountain ash berries, sometimes when they were fermented. Oh, the fright, when we'd see one fly into the large front window. Drunk. Then, the cats would get them. Amazing what one will recall.
Bonita: Hi. He has mittens, just won't keep them on..
As for the Waxwings, that is what happens here too. If the berries last over winter you see drunk birds trying to fly. Hilarious.
Such a bright and beautiful little boy. So blessed with his grandparents, too. It's always a pleasure and a priviledge to read about Owen. Thanks.
deb
Deb: He sure is bright. We are so blessed to have him. He just lights up our lives. I am very glad that you enjoy reading his(our) adventures together.
Get 'im a set of frogman-flippers, and bring him down here, for a while! If it don't float, we ain't gonna need it for a long while in our flat lands of our Bootheel area!
Makes me glad I live in the hills. Only thing I had to dodge was tumbling rocks, and lightning bolts...!
Bruno: Hewould probably love that. I saw the picture on your post, maybe he could help pile sandbags.
Dodging rocks and lightning bolts is not good for your back. Course, it is better than the alternative if you don't dodge fast enough.
Moose, I can't agree with you more about encouraging his love of the outdoors rather than plunking him down in front of a television. I hope he keeps that inclination for a LONG time!
very handsome little man ya got there!
Phlegmmy: Thank you very much. We think he is THE best grandson ever born. Not that we're prejudice or anything.
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