Cum Auxilio Ab Alto (Entries tagged as kids)

T'WAS A RAINY DAY

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — Tue, 24 Apr 2012 22:57:09 -0500

Well, I was glad that the Northeaster only brought us rains,

Snow in late April was much too uncomfortable,

the plants have grown.

I suppose I sound too whiny.

I just want those flowers. Sorry. :-)

After a day and night of heavy rains, we had a little pond.

I thought we'd miss it this year. There was not much snow during winter.

I'm glad it came. The ground was a little too dry.

Except for some fallen tulips ....

..and broken limbs, there were no casualties.

Nature is taking care of our rotten tree. Little by little.

Tree service costs a fortune.

Of course, there was mud!

What is so irresistible about mud...

..and puddles? May I ask?

Yeah, there was not much casualty.

If you do not count the dirty clothes,

and a mommy's sanity.

And the following day, it is the same story.

Thank you for visiting. Have a lovely day. Linking with PROJECT ALICIA , In Him We Move and Have our Being, .

~Imelda

COFFEEMAKER

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 06:57:13 -0500

SURVIVING THE EGGS OF EASTER

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 21:55:05 -0500

And so it came to pass that two dozen eggs (just a tad more each year to accommodate the growing interest of little boys) were boiled, dyed, and turned into the egg of little boys' imaginings: speckled eggs, colorful eggs, camouflage eggs, and anything in between. All of this for that great Easter Egg Hunt.

This was, of course, foreign to me. My parents would not have thought of buying and boiling 24 eggs just to have them painted and, in our provincial minds, played with by their little children. That was just unheard of and wasteful. And our hens would not be happy either. They would have fought with all the might of their sharp claws and loud clucking before they parted with the eggs that they were sitting on. But had we know about Easter Egg hunts, the story might have played out differently. You see, when I was a child, we celebrated Easter differently. Or should we say, we did not celebrate Easter apart from participating in the religious ceremonies.

Anyway, our children had a lot of fun, as usual, painting the eggs, as you can see. :-) That was one of the highlights of their Easter watch.

Come Easter Sunday, right after we arrived from Mass, my husband spray painted the yard to delineate the hard-mode egg hunt (in this area, all of the camouflage eggs went) and easy and medium mode hunt (this is the place where the colorful eggs and the green eggs were placed, respectively).

When the hoopla was done, we found ourselves with more than a dozen of eggs lurking in the cold recesses of our refrigerator. I quake at the thought of having a hard boiled egg for meals. It is not one of my favorites. And I think that the children are a little tired of having boiled eggs after they had their fair share of them during Lent.

What should I do with them, apart from taking more pictures of them?

I will ask my husband. He has all the answers. ;-)

Best regards,

Imelda

P.S.

Even without my asking, my Betterhalf already addressed my issue. He used some of the eggs to make Deviled Eggs which he served for dinner. We only have five more left in the fridge. If I am bribed nicely, I may have some of it.

Another P.S.

I am linking this post with

VENI, VIDI, VICI kinda sorta

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 22:10:08 -0500

BOYS AND BOXES

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 22:28:14 -0500

Just when I thought that the dump was the logical destination for our empty boxes, I had to think again. For mothers can never know what plans their little boys might have in mind.

Snip, tear, cut, tape...and voila! Some boy works of art. ;-)

A few weeks later, there were more snipping, and tearing, and cutting, and taping...

and voila! Armor.

Boxes are certainly fun stuff for the boys.

What about Mommy?

What do you think?

Thank you for dropping by.

Best regards,

Imelda