Canadian astronaut Chris Hadfield is just so darn cool that he has my kids shooting for the stars. I love it because it gives me an excuse to remind them to study hard in their maths and sciences if they want to be an astronaut.
p.s. Is it just me or are you secretly developing a crush on him too?
1. Wake up, but pretend to keep sleeping so I don’t ruin the breakfast-in-bed “surprise.”
2. Start to develop caffeine headache while pretending to be asleep, consider ruining the “surprise.”
3. Surprise breakfast-in-bed arrives! With pancakes made by Stella herself.
4. With it, a sweet little face handing me a handmade card and a flower he has been growing at school.
5. Also, a sweet little face handing me a diamond ring. Oh, actually, I meant at dime-in-a-ring. (Get it? snort!)
6. Eat breakfast in bed while joking around with facebook and twitter friends on my new kewl phone.
First things first, I don’t enjoy games. I think it’s because I’m too impatient … I don’t like the time involved in reading through all the rules, nor do I like it when a game drags on and never ends (I’ve been known to lose on purpose just so a game would end!).
My daughter, who is almost 11 years old now, has a mild interest in games. And since this interest is mild, I only feel mildly like a bad mother for not engaging her more in them.
However, my four-year-old son seems to have developed a very strong interest in games. He wants to play and learn new games all the time. In fact, he was feeling so game-deprived, that he added “a game” on his Christmas list this year. Needless to say, I feel obliged to at least play some games with him.
So, in the interest of helping any other parents like myself who would rather pluck their eye lashes out one by one than play a long family board game, I thought I would share three games which both my son and I find to be fun.
Okay. I’m the dragon that you all know from St. George and the dragon. Or you think you know.
First things first, my name is not “the dragon”, its Clive Harmonia. My life’s ambition is to save the wandering albatross, and to find out if knights taste best deep fried or microwaved on “popcorn”. As for the princess, her name is Mud Ash-Felt. I don’t eat princesses because they are gross and high in cholesterol.
Anyways, a while ago, a leprechaun, a phoenix, and a Kangaroo started an environment club. What could I do? I joined.
This is where the story starts. I convinced Mud to join the club.
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Continued from last week’s first 5 not-so-awesome things, here are the last 5 I have to share with you.
#6: When my little brother opens up the bathroom door when I’m using the toilet: I’m trying to go to the washroom like a normal person, and then he barges the door open and announces that he is going to brush his teeth.
#7: When you hear the sound of crinkling cellophane and when you go to see what it is, it turns out to be something gross: once I heard that sound, and (assuming it was chips) went to see if Mom would share with me — it turned out to be a bar of soap.
#8: When you invest in a book that looks good, but then turns out to be a total rip-off: you save up your allowance, plan a trip to the book store, and come out carrying a shiny new copy of some book. Then when you crack it open at bedtime, the whole thing turns out to be a heap full of random gibberish words and incomprehensible Blah Blah.
#9: Strange pieces of art work that no one except the artist understands: “is this supposed to be the Mona Lisa after someone has folded it up and ran it though the washing machine or a very bad origami peace crane?”
#10: When you think that spring is just around the corner, and then there’s a giant snow storm: you are just about to pull out the bikes and start wearing T-shirts when Mother Nature hits you with a killer white out.
Stella is my 10-year-old daughter and on Saturdays, I let her rent this space from me because she thinks blogs are cool. It is her hope that her writing will appeal to kids her age as well as to the adults who read here too. (For the intro to Saturdays with Stella, click here.)
Welcome to my coffee break!
Here’s where I chat about whatever is percolating in my brain on a given day … silly family anecdotes, travel tips, a new movie or book, or just life in general.
