The other evening while Anna was doing some furniture painting, Kuba happened to be in a pretty rambunctious mood. He was throwing his stuffed animals, jumping around roughly, and had been given a reminder by me to tone it down a bit. Shortly after this, he happened to throw a stuffed monkey and it hit Anna's paintbrush, leaving a swath of white paint across this borrowed monkey's fur. Anna was cross and scolded Kuba for not listening and being too wild. She then told him he would have to clean the paint off his friend's animal. She was a tough mama in that moment and spoke to him sternly. He immediately started to cry and ran upstairs sobbing. Anders chased after him and from the bottom of the stairwell, Anders yelled up to him - "Don't worry Kuba, remember Mama will always love you no matter what!"
Brother love. Powerful stuff.
A document of our life with Anders and Kuba, filled with photo's, moments, and stories which capture the essence of our life. Who knew that life with two boys and two moms could be this good, or this nutty?
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Smashing Rocks
I love observing what grabs the interest and imagination of a child - especially my own. Anders recent interest was smashing rocks - searching for jewels, fossils, and a smashing experience. He smashed so many rocks that he filled bucket after bucket with gravel. He smashed so many rocks and had so much fun with this that as a family we went out on a fossil hunting expedition purely to bring home more rocks to smash. We brought home hundreds of pounds of VT rocks and he continued to smash them into sand and gravel the next day. It was a perfect kid thing to do and I as his mom enjoyed watching every bit of it. Yes, we made him wear safety goggles.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Dead ant, dead ant....
We have ants wandering around our house again this Spring. Today it so happened that the boys spent some time looking at and being completely captivated by a rather large black ant on the floor by the kitchen table and they must have really bonded with it.
Soon after, something else caught there attention and they started dancing about and horsing around. Kuba quickly noticed that they had accidentally stepped on and killed the ant.
TEARS, big tears, came rolling down the boys cheeks as well as runny noses and sobbing throaty sounds. In fact, they were crying so hard about the dead ant that Anna had to move to the couch with the boys to comfort them. Anna said it was amazing how sincere they were in their horror and grief. (She told me she was secretly wishing she could have grabbed the camera and videotaped them as they cried about the dead ant- she was struck by the intensity of their emotion and at the same time secretly amused.) They kept moving in and out of tears, with Kuba asking her melodramatically "When are we ever going to stop crying?" Anna suggested that they just cry until all of their sadness and tears were gone.
From what she told me, she finally had to distract them with a story. (not about ants)
Coincidentally and recently the boys have been given an ant farm. They have been watching these little red insects forming tunnels in green transparent gel. This free and much larger black ant must have been even more fascinating to them - boldly taking up space here within their own home.
It seems that they do understand how important the life of even a little ant is.
Soon after, something else caught there attention and they started dancing about and horsing around. Kuba quickly noticed that they had accidentally stepped on and killed the ant.
TEARS, big tears, came rolling down the boys cheeks as well as runny noses and sobbing throaty sounds. In fact, they were crying so hard about the dead ant that Anna had to move to the couch with the boys to comfort them. Anna said it was amazing how sincere they were in their horror and grief. (She told me she was secretly wishing she could have grabbed the camera and videotaped them as they cried about the dead ant- she was struck by the intensity of their emotion and at the same time secretly amused.) They kept moving in and out of tears, with Kuba asking her melodramatically "When are we ever going to stop crying?" Anna suggested that they just cry until all of their sadness and tears were gone.
From what she told me, she finally had to distract them with a story. (not about ants)
Coincidentally and recently the boys have been given an ant farm. They have been watching these little red insects forming tunnels in green transparent gel. This free and much larger black ant must have been even more fascinating to them - boldly taking up space here within their own home.
It seems that they do understand how important the life of even a little ant is.
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