The weekend-the long version

Well, let’s start right before…like Thursday. L knows a little ditty that adds…1+1 is 2; 2+2 is 4; 4+4 is 8. He used to get stuck right there, but we taught him that 8+8 is 16. So he added that to his song. Me, thinking I am smarter than my 5 year old, says to him “L, what is 6 + 6?” I am actually thinking that he is just singing a song, but he is actually learning! He looks as me, pulls out his hand, and adds 6 + 6. “12” he says, looking at me like I am just a dork who has to ask a 5 year old how to add. And, the math continues throughout the weekend. Wooden rifles were purchased for the property. Dad mentions to our little mathematician that he only paid $8 for both. Lo says “Half of that is $4” Newsflash-division. OK, so I am stretching that a bit, but it is subtraction. He will be 6 in just over a week. Do 6 year olds subtract??

Now to D. In the canoe on Sunday, doing a little fishing. D just had to “do it myself, mommy” and I could not even TOUCH his fishing rod. (not that I wanted to let go of the sides of the canoe anyway). If I tried to help, squeals of protest were heard all across the lake. Then, after Dad had paddled us all the way to the other side of the lake, “I done, I want get out” “I get out now” “I done shifing” getting louder and louder a more insistent with each statement. (yes, he calld fish "shif", it's pretty cute, actually) Dad is so great and starts to paddle us back to the dock. Going as fast as he could. “I GET OUT NOW” echoes every 5 seconds or so as D is almost to fit-city. We get to shore & I get him out of the canoe. We get to the top of the little hill, and he stops and gets stiff; looks at me “I not pooping, mommy”. Oh. I guess he calls it something else?? Of course I did not bring a diaper along-I don’t know why. So, I am stuck walking around with a stinky kid until dad and Lo make it back. Wahoo!