August 5th, 2008 at 6:18 pm
(Animals, Damien, My Kids, New, Sergey)
Last weekend Grandma Dagelen (my Mom) and I took Damien and Sergey to the Wisconsin State Fair.
They got to see Pigs, way bigger than they were, eating and sleeping, mostly sleeping.
The boys also rediscovered raisens.
Once they had tasted the dried fruity goodness, the entire State Fair was put on hold until they ate every one, and the box was empty.
Originaly there was a box for each of them, but after I noticed addiction set in I decided that shareing one box would be best. While they were distracted eating fallen raisens off the ground, and watching a big get a hose down near by, I hid the second box.
Saying the raisens were “all gone”, was not enough, I had to prove it by showing them the empty box and letting them each double check just in case there were extra raisens hiding in the box.
Next sheep.
Sheep in blankets, fuzzy sheep, and playing on a sheep trolly (used to hold sheep for shearing).
They spent lots of time watching the sheep being sheared (hair cuts are fun when they happen to other people).
On to the Pony ride.
Initially Sergey was very interested in riding a pony but at the last second (as he was being put on the pony) he changed his mind. Well being a concerned parent and not wanting my child to be emotionly scared for life, I had to make a tough call, do I make him ride the pony and hope that he calms down after the first lap, or do I pull him now and get my $5 back.
I am sure that Sergey will forget the terribal trauma that he went through as he gorws older, but just in case I took pictures.
Damien on the other hand was very calm on the pony almost sedated, I may have to consider getting him a pony to put him on when he has one of his tantrums. Wouldn’t that be great, I could just buckle him on and let the pony lose in the neighborhood. That way I won’t have to listen to his screaming. I might have to check it out, it may become my next parenting tip.
The super big slide was next.
Damien really wanted to go and had a blast, he was only upset at the top because he had to ride in my lap sitting a specific way. the first thing he said after getting up at the bottom was “Daddy go again, Damien go again?”
But it was sergey’s turn, Sergey liked the nice walk up up the steps (because I carried him the little slacker). Once we got to the tope and looked down the slide, he was not Not NOT happy.
Too bad for him, it was a one way trip, you see the stairs are up only, even the employees slid down when their shift is over. So he just had to tough it out. Well he cried, then screamed, then laughed, then went back to crying near the end. Sergey did NOT want to go again.
Damien still did, so Grandma went with him. Sergey occupied his time not sliding by trying to get in the way of burly men pushing fully loaded hand trucks of beer, after that was thwarted, he tried the ram the stroller into people. I was supposed to get a pictures of Grandma and Damien sliding down, so I had to sit Sergey on my knee while I held onto him with one arm, and contorl the camera (while keeping it out of his reach) with the other.
The last stop was the CREAM PUFF. the line is very controled, no skipping like years before (darn it), they have security (not kidding) monitoring th ecream puff line. but the kids had fun playing with the rope and watching cream puffs get made. but they had even more fun eating cream puffs. Sergey didnt want a whole one he just scooped the cream out of mine and shoved it into his face. Damien on the other hand wanted the whole experiance, and that means a whole cream puff, he refuced to move until he finished, we may have just move him, for him, into the stroller.
The end.
PS we are still working on the remainder of the cream puffs
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July 23rd, 2008 at 4:43 pm
(Animals, Cars, Damien, My Kids, New, Parenting Tip, Sergey)
well bill (me) has been slacking lately, especially with posting cool, funny silly stories.
I’ll see if I can change that, every now and then I find myself in a rut, and the best thing to do is to first realize I am in a rut (life looking rather rutty as of late), then do some things (fun or otherwise) to climb out.
So I will try and post every day, and see if that helps if not at least I am posting silly stuff every day and ah well, you can read it.
Ta DA!
So like yesterday I put Sergey in the minivan and left the door open, and the garage door open so he wouldn’t feel that I was abandoning him in a car coffin (because sometimes he acts like he is being buried alive when I buckle him in.) Then I went backintot the house to get Damien who was being disrespectful, and generally annoying in his lack of motivation about getting shoes and sock on to go to school. My (evil Dad) plan was to grab Damien barefoot, and put shoes and sock on at daycare. Olya came down and was helping Damine with his shoes, so my evil Dad plan being thawrted, I just grabbed the kids lunches and headed back tot he garage to put them in the car.
Let me just say that I was SHOCKED to find a dog sniffing around inside the garage right at the door to the house. and I sort of went into reflex mode and yealed at the dog until it ran with it’s tail between it’s legs. Then I hear Sergey crying, and saw the pen door on the minivan as if for the first time. as I got intot he minivan I could smell dog, and the seat has a slobber spot onit that was not there less than a minuet ago when I put him in, an he was holding his finger saying “owie”, and he had dog slobber on him.
So I am pretty mad at myself for putting Sergey in that situation. and I think what if that had been a fox, which live in the surrounding marshes. I know stupid parinoid thoughts, but I have lots of those.
Probably the dog heard Segery and went to investigate and may or may not have nipped Sergey on the hand, it could have also liked him onthe hand and gottenthe same reaction from Sergey who often claims “Owie” when he does not get his way (This is because Sergey is curently channeling “The littel boy who said Owie”). The dog looked to be a young black lab probably around 2 years old, so it is unlikely that that breed would do anything to hurt Sergey.
What did I learn from this?
Well I think I’ll be putting the most annoying child in the car first, that way when a rogue grizzly bear comes by and eats him when my back is turned, at least the less annoying one will survive, and I can consoel myself by knowing that this is just natures way of dealing with annoying children.
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January 9th, 2008 at 9:11 am
(Animals, work)
I have been finding mouse turds on my desk and tables in my office. They are usually next to cables such as phone, speakers and the printer. I am thinking that they are climbing up the cables to get to the desk.
I have made an attempt to never leave food on my desk once I noticed the mice were coming. But they still keep coming.
So I bought some mouse traps and set one by the phone, and one behind the printer.
The next day the one by the phone was still set, but the one behind the printer had caught a mouse. Looks like it died instantly, from a crushed skull. I was unable to pull it free from the trap, so I just threw both out after wrapping them in a plastic bag.
I remembered that I had found mouse nests in peoples PC, at the office, and that there was an opening in the back of the printer. So I wanted to see if that is where the mouse was living. I opened up the paper tray but there was some resistance, but not more that I would expect from an old printer. When I pushed the paper tray back in there was a rustling noise from the back of the printer. There was now a small pile of cough drops behind the printer still in their wrappers. Looks like this was a mouse home, or a mouse food silo. There are even little mouse tooth marks on some of the cough drops.
The traps are still up, I guess we’ll find out if he was working alone, or had help.
*** UPDATE ***
Traps empty this morning, maybe there was only one.
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November 26th, 2007 at 10:07 pm
(Animals, NaBloPoMo, New)
This morning while getting the kids ready for school we spotted a hawk outside our window. At first I thought that it was injured and was just fluffing up its feathers to stay warm, later it moved and I saw that it had either a large mouse or a small squirrel, in its talons.
This picture does not do it justice but it is the best that I could do before the bird flew off with its kill.
{well I had planned to show you but the file is too big to upload, grrrr.}
I was holding Sergey up so he could see out the window, which is why I do not have more photos.
coincidentally I am holding him now and typing with one hand, which is why this post is so short.
The little guy has a 103 fever, lucky for us Grandma can watch him tomorrow, so we can go to work.
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June 27th, 2007 at 3:55 pm
(Animals, Damien, New)
While arriving home after food shopping a little bird followed me into the garage, perhaps it grew up in one of the trees on our front lawn and had imprinted on our SUV.
As I got out of the car, I was unable to shoo the bird out of the garage, so I explained to the bird that it was not a wise decision to move into our garage because when the door was closed it would be trapped. Little did I realize that the garage was only a staging area?
When I was brining the groceries into the house the little bird that could swooped down and landed in the bag I was carrying as I crossed the threshold to the house. Once indoors the little bird sprang out of the bag and flew around the kitchen, until it landed, on the wall, in the corner, of the pantry. I just clung their like a little bat, even using it wing feathers to support itself on the wall.
After unpacking, and putting away the food, I managed to scare the bird out of the pantry, but instead of going for the open front door, or the open garage door, it instead decided to head to the wash room just off the kitchen, and hide behind the washing machine, where it fell asleep, or died, either way it stopped making noise.
Damien’s chair is right next to the washroom door. So while we are having breakfast this morning, we here a chirp from the wash room. Damien looked around for the source of the noise; I told him it was a bird. Then the bird flew into the kitchen circling the light fixture, “Hello Bird” says Damien, “Naah.” says Sergey.
The bird headed off to our great room, so I opened the patio door so it could fly out, then I cleaned up the kids and started to prep their food for the day. I was chopping up strawberries while listening to Sergey scream his displeasure at me for not being held, when I noticed some movement in the backyard. Was it the bird, no, that would be too easy, it was Damien; he was barefoot and headed to the back of the shed. Going through the great room to the patio, I notice that the little bird is still flying around the great room, it flies from one window to another, including the skylights, going to every window but for some reason completely ignoring the giant open patio door, the closest it got was to land on the curtain over the open patio door. Luckily Damien actually came back in, when called, which is not normal because normally he ignores just about everything I say, but apparently he wanted to one up the bird.
After closing the patio door behind Damien, he decided to chase the bird around the room, saying “Bird” “Tweet”, and “get out”, he even tried his best to say “stupid bird” a few times.
After loading the kids into the car, with Olya’s help, Olya managed to corner the bird next to the reopened patio door. But the bird still couldn’t figure out how to exit the building. I grabbed a large play mat off the floor and managed to coral the bird out the open door, where is flew to the nearest bush.
Yeah!
Bye, bye birdie.
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