Sunday, August 24, 2008

A Quick Dip in the Pool

The day is getting warm so a trip to the pool is next.
Yes, just right, Frederick thinks.
This welcoming oasis is in Emily's mom's backyard. I am told that the two of them often go there to unwind on a warm day. (Actually, Frederick was quite scared of the water at the start of the summer and wouldn't go in unless Emily was holding on to him but, as you can see here, is getting quite confident in the water.)

Home for Lunch and Some Chicka, Chicka



Home for a quick pit stop, Frederick gets lunch and spends a bit of time working on his Chicka, Chicka 1, 2, 3 piece. I have no idea how many hours it took to cut out all these pieces, but more time than I would spend on the project I am certain.

And Now, the Park



This place looks full of promise. I have no idea where this park is, since Emily often takes Frederick to places near where she grew up. All part of Frederick's secret life.

The Slide





Once anxious of slides, Frederick now proves that they are no big deal

Not Sure What These Things Are




but Frederick seems to enjoy them. And they much develop some skill, after all, since kids can't do anything that is simply pleasurable for its own sake.

Mount Everest is Next



Frederick has discovered the thrill of heights. I have lately discovered standing on our piano, scaling the fireplace mantel, and clambering up out bookshelves. Once he masters parkour, I fear we may never see him again.

Going home, at last


After yet another wardrobe change, Frederick heads for home. I think I now know why Frederick is so tired when we get home from work.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Birthday Bash

Thomas is so excited about becoming 10!!! No, wait, he's excited about getting presents.

Yeah! A "grow your own 1 up mushroom"! Who doesn't want such a thing?
" Hmm," Frederick thinks, "I can't help but notice that I'm not getting anything."
Oooh! A knitting book! Thomas actually does appreciate such a thing (I wonder where he gets that from!) and has already mentioned a few knitting projects he has planned for the winter. (One is a 1 Up mushroom sweater, another a Mario sweater, another a yoshi sweater. I think I see a patter emerging. What's wrong with Zork, I'd like to know.)
25 cans of silly string--whoopee! But why is it that the person who BUYS the silly string is never the one that ends up cleaning it off the flowers, trampoline, grass....?