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Unphotographed Moments – Day Four

(This post is part of a series for August 2013 entitled “Unphotographed Moments.” Read the intro to the series here.)

Today’s Unphotographed Moments:

Playing “Slippery Fish” and “Sticky Fish” with Owlet and Platypup during our morning shower. What, you’ve never played such a game? Well, Owlet and I invented “Slippery Fish” not too long ago. You see, it is vital to liberally coat a curly-haired child’s luscious locks in conditioner before brushing and then rinsing in order to have the slightest hope of besting the tangle beastie. A completely unexpected side effect of liberal conditioner usage is a near-inability to pick up the slathered party pre-rinse. Hence, “Slippery Fish,” the game of trying not to drop your dear beloved squirming child on a hard tile shower floor. “Sticky Fish” was a new development today, due to Platypup’s presence. A 14-month-old’s hair is not generally in need of conditioning, but he is still quite anxious to be included in any picking up that might be going on. Needless to say, lacking in conditioner, he is rather sticky by comparison.

Owlet being her usual gloweringly shy self at a friend’s baby shower. She actually ate her plate of food under my chair — not a high dining chair, either, but a low-slung deck chair. At exactly the time we got ready to leave, she was finally warmed up enough to want to stay and play. Um, yeah, sorry, kiddo.

Platypup viewing what may be his first balloons (souvenirs from the baby shower) with maniacal joy. He demanded that the three balloons be separated, then took one and was frustrated by how hard it was for a person of modest wingspan to hold the ribbon with one hand and hit the balloon with the other. My solution, which was to tie it to an anchor so he wouldn’t keep losing it to the ceiling, was swiftly and forcefully rejected. When I finally managed to untie it he delightedly continued his game. Also, we have learned that three balloons is exactly the minimum required for two children to play with amiably.

Two squeal-inducing new babies at a parents’ group park gathering! Both were accompanied not just by clearly awesome moms but by dads who were inseparably wrapped up in their tiny offspring.

At the above gathering, Platypup roaming free-range in his usual way, playing with wood chips here, eating a little sand there, climbing, sliding, toddling after the big kids some but mostly involved in his own sweet play. Or not so sweet, as when he found a dirty fork and used it as a shovel (ok) and then persistently wanted to “share” it with me (less ok).

Rapunzel’s three year old son crowing like a rooster on top of a play structure swinging Owlet’s duck backpack (an object he covets; an obsession she tolerates quite nicely) with unbridled glee. Her five year old son wrapped peacefully around a climbing web’s central post like a pirate around a mast.

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Today’s one-shot photo:

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So this is actually a wonderful story. Thor and I were discussing ways not to be jackassish to one another (something we are prone to in the wee hours of the morning or the cold dregs of night) when he had a lovely idea.

Wait, you need more back story first.

I have some crafty crafty friends who enjoy issuing “craft challenges” to one another in the form of wacky objects that become stunning works of art.

Ok, so Thor’s brilliant idea was to issue a craft challenge to me: create an object for one of us to hand to the other as an unrefusable request to stop being a jerk.

And then he went and acquired work on the evening I was to brainstorm said craft challenge, leaving me with barely time to mention the challenge in passing to my crafty crafty friends before departing.

So of course they took it upon themselves to create the perfect item: our very own Purple People Eater (or in our case, Anger Eater) complete with peace sign and dove wings.

Here’s what we looked like upon viewing it for the first time:

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Isn’t it lovely? Who could be grumpy with such a creation in front of them?

Not us.

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3 thoughts on “Unphotographed Moments – Day Four

  1. Erin Almond on said:

    Love it! The wonderful unphotographed moments, and the amazing capture of the looks on your faces when you received your “Anger Eater.” You guys are awesome.

  2. Crystal on said:

    Love you and your whole word winding ,mommy group organizing, awesome pseudonym creating self. You are magical friend.

  3. Pingback: Unphotographed Moments – Day Twenty-Seven | Word Winding

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