February 21, 2010

Are you a smarty pants?

Yesterday Trav directed me to a supremely fun website that for once doesn't make me feel like I'm simply wasting time on the internets. You can test your vocabulary, your knowledge of art, or even those rusty basic math skills (Trav's favorite) all while supporting a wonderful cause. It's called Free Rice and the premise is each time you answer a question correctly, Free Rice will donate 10 grains of rice to the World Food Programme to help end hunger. Nifty huh? You get to find out if you really are a smarty pants (it will tell you your skill level) while feeding hungry folks. Just be careful, every time you get a question wrong, they take away 10 grains of rice.*

* Just kidding :) That would be Trav's twisted sense of humor talking.

February 18, 2010

Boys. Dirt. Diggers.

When I came home from the library the other night, I found this in our front yard: 
 
Trav has been talking about making a giant sandcastle for weeks now and with the gorgeous weather we've been having lately, finally made good on his word. Petey is in love. All he wants to do is play in the sand morning, noon and night. When we are inside he constantly asks me to out "outside" and throws a nice little fit every time I say it's time to come in. I'm sure the neighbors get a kick out of that.
Petey's newest thing is to take a stick and poke it into the castle while saying "take that!" and then cracking up hysterically. I have no idea where he picked that up.
The Turkey with his assortment of diggers.

If you look closely there is actually a real back-hoe parked across the street (behind the tree). This causes no end of headache since Petey will periodically dash across the street to go "ride" on the digger. That kid gets faster every day I swear. I'm even starting to wonder if tractors and diggers will edge out the train fascination soon...

One can only hope.

February 5, 2010

Airplane drama

Yesterday I joined the ranks of parents who seriously regret not bringing a change of clothes in their carry-on during a flight. Oh, I brought clothes for Petey of course. Just not for me.

We had taken off, Petey was doing great and the stewardess had just brought us our drinks. I tell you five minutes had not passed when the turkey somehow ended up knocking an entire cup of water on my lap. I'm talking knees to waist - completely soaked. Underwear included. It's a good thing I didn't order my usual coke or (heaven forbid) tomato juice. Luckily I was wearing light-weight pants and they ended up (mostly) drying before we landed but it was enough to convince me to start bringing a change of clothes for myself on a plane too.

And of course, flying with a toddler never fails to remind me of this fabulous Bill Cosby bit: