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I’ve Gained 18 Hours So Far

September 2, 2010

I took James to J.D.’s classroom the other day and he found some measuring tapes.
James: I’m measurin’ the desk!
Me: How big is it?
James: Six hours!

I’ve decided to start reporting my weight in hours. It makes me feel so much further ahead than everyone else.

Here is a photographic gaggle of what James has been up to these days.


He is really into the tower building and since J.D. has never turned down an opportunity to build a tower, it has been a point of father-son bonding.

James and I met up with Elijah and his mama, Faith, at the Copper Valley Railway which I think is some kind of historical site that struggles for funding because it’s basically a long kiddie train ride through a forest with three or four old rusty things in the ditch. But a little bit of hype goes a long way for a toddler.

It’s potato harvesting time in the Yukon. This is the most satisfying crop to harvest here because potatoes just don’t give a damn. Last summer we tried out our gardening skills and came up with three carrots the size of marbles, and a lettuce that would have garnished something nicely. Our potato crop, on the other hand, was overwhelming. I think there were eight.

This year, Oscar had a potato crop that needed unearthing so James and I came by to lend a hand. It was novel for about ten minutes, then James wandered off to eat an entire bush of saskatoon berries and Oscar took off his shoes, hosed himself down and started bum dropping the lettuce.

J.D. bought a weed whacker and James was fairly sure he wanted to “help”. I explained that it will sound like a lawn mower (one of the many things that makes James spontaneously burst into tears) but that it would be okay. We gave him some safety goggles and he wandered around talking to himself while J.D. got ready: “like lawnmower. But that’s okay! Yeah!” He was back inside watching from the window shortly after the first weeds were whacked. It was not okay.

It rained from start to finish today so we did some bike riding inside. Our house is totally conducive to this sort of thing right now because a wall is missing and so is the island that will eventually be built. (I am dying a slow domestic death with one drawer and about two feet of counter space at the moment. We have one cupboard for food storage which James calls the Tuna Closet because that’s really all it has room to house.)

I recently taught him how to use his ears to make his tongue stick out. The body is an amazing thing.

Happy Long Weekend!

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Colleen permalink
    September 2, 2010 10:31 pm

    I love how James’s rock hard abs hold up the tower. His face, however, looks a bit worried – is he lying on a bed of nails as well?

  2. Mary Caudle permalink
    September 3, 2010 10:55 am

    H-m-m-m-m –Is he a budding Architect?..Engineer?..Mathematician?..Scientist?..Environmentalist?..
    ..or..??

    We’ll be sure to stay healthy so we’re around to see the “finished product” and the end results of some admirable great parenting!

    Priceless….ALL of it!

    XOXOXO,
    GG & GG

  3. Theresa permalink
    September 3, 2010 12:17 pm

    LOVE the self-peptalk, so cute! It sounds a lot like Clare who is also scared of all noisy, big machines. “Up, up, up mommy, up!” Isaiah also used to be scared of such things… but he is a BIG boy now. Officially a kindergartener! I sobbed in the car the first day. They grow up so fast… I am trying to take advantage of the fact that he is still young enough to ask to play with me and do things like make lovely tummy towers. Don’t know how this became a novel. Sorry. T

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