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Random PostsMay 13, 2012
Happy Mother’s day to our moms. To us. And to the special women in your lives. Last week Stacey from Mothering Moments shared with me her wonderful new link up called An hour in a day. It was so much fun reading about what you do in an hour of your life. Thank you for [...]
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Who said games are for kids?
It started with a long red light and a yellow VW beetle. I took a photo and shared it on Instagr.am. Two of my bloggy friends said they liked the Punchbug game and a challenge was set. Jessica @goaliej54, Liz @Lizs_b and I will be snapping bugs and tallying up at the end of the year. It is East coast VS Australia VS West coast. Kind of like rugby on ice skates and horseback, but with bugs…
Every time I leave the house I am on the lookout for a bug. I stop on the side of the road to take photos of them, I scan parking lots at the store and library, I have my son trained to stare out of Starbucks and shout Punchbug. Best of all I see bugs driving by Liz while she is traveling around Brisbane and Jessica’s finds as she is commuting in Rhode Island. And nobody actually punches me!
I have learned that we have an incredible amount of bugs on the roads of our little island. Either that or the same ten bugs drive around the same time I am dropping of Little J at preschool.
I have learned that even as an adult little silly things can brighten up your day. Games are fun at any age. Even more so when you are not in it to win it.
I have learned that I can commit to a project. I just wish I was as passionate about updating my page on Facebook and writing a major contract that I have been delaying for weeks. Or taxes…
If you are on Instagr.am join us. When you see a bug, snap it. Tag the three of us @lizs_b , @goaliej54 and @northwestmommy and hashtag #punchbug so we can give you two thumbs up. It is good to be childish sometimes. Trust me!
It is that time of the year, Easter!
And for Little J and I first time celebrating it in USA. Where there is a bunny. That has chocolate filled plastic eggs he randomly hides around the neighborhood. Which children then look for. While parents drink, eat and gossip. So I have been told.
Now I was going to do something rather unusual. For some reason I felt my blog lacks educational value and wanted to redeem myself by teaching you about Easter back in the Motherland. We do after all border Italy, which makes us His Holiness Pope’s next door neighbors. Seeing how that would make me an authority on the subject, I was going to question His Awesomeness the Bunny. But during research I found this great article a young lady back home wrote CLICK HERE.
Lucky for you cause all I came up till then was:
put them in a basket and go to church Sunday morning. Followed by brunch, where you dine the goodies you had blessed at the church earlier at Mass.
Now that I got someone else do the teaching (shame on you if you did not click on the link; but even from my shortened version you can see it is all very serious stuff) I can move on to what’s important. The Cul-de-sac BBQ and Party!
I made a sacrifice in the name of tradition and braved the Dollar store. Filled up twelve plastic eggs (forgot to ask why the number, but I doubt it had to do with Apostles) with what Little J chose at the store and delivered them to the Bunny. Along with carrots (and broccoli, and radish-I was in charge of bringing the vegetable tray for the BBQ).
Everybody gathered at four, the weather was perfect, kids were charged up and meat was grilling. Ready, set, GO!
Little J was off to a good start
but once he found a few his love of math took over and he started counting them, to make sure he doesn’t go above authorised quota. He did it both in English and Spanish, several times.
Every time he found an egg
he would count over again.
That finally resulted in Little J looking for his last few eggs long after the rest of the other hunters ate their treats.
My son could not have cared less about the hunt, the food and the holiday. He still doesn’t know about the bunny. What he enjoyed was playing with his friends. What I enjoyed was catching up with mine. I believe Easter was a success.
Have a happy Sunday, whatever this one means to you!
|Jerry Seinfeld once said There’s no such thing as fun for the whole family.
Growing up having fun meant seeing a ballet or sitting beside grandpa while fish notice his bait. The wildest thing we ever did was visit the circus and that resulted in a life long fear of clowns (clourphobia-google if you don’t believe me). We all teach our kids the familiar so needless to say it never dawns on me to take Little J anywhere like the mall or indoor playground. But this was a long weekend for my dearest. Men get restless left at home for too long so by Sunday lunch time he decided we have to leave immediately and dine out. Because he likes to drive we ventured off the island and into modern civilisation. Who knew all mom and pop restaurants downtown would be shut? So I remembered seeing ChuckE.Cheese’s of the highway once and asked if that is a kids restaurant. Ever since we ate in Ikea while Little J played in the corner with his new found friends I have longed to go somewhere similar. Sometimes I wonder if my husband thinks of me as a social experiment and purposely chooses not to share data with me. Like giving Little J a lemon wedge and watching his reaction.
First sign that this will be a mad house was the fact we got stamped at the entrance. But I was the last one in so no turning back. I have never been to Vegas or a casino but I imagined it looking like this. Kids were wondering around with plastic cups holding tokens and moving from one machine to the next. Husband said we have to secure a table and can’t leave it till there is food on or we will loose it. I volunteered to stay put and make sure we have a booth for the duration of our what ended up being very long lunch. I hid in the corner, ate some pizza and waited patiently till we left.
My boy had a blast and it did not look like too much of a hardship on his daddy either. I saw them zoom by a few times but the noise and the fact all customers were Little J size made it hard to see what they were doing. When it was time to live we queued up to turn his winnings into a toy. The fact that my son waited in the queue longer then I would be willing to for a 80% sale at Jimmy Choo’s and chose from a limited selection with no complaints impressed me endlessly. So I deemed this visit very educational.
As we were leaving I said to Husband it’s a shame this place was closing. He was surprised “It is?” I stared dead into his eyes: “For us my dear it is!”