Nadine really likes to walk the dogs. Probably a lot more than they like being walked but the dogs do really well with her...well not Oliver yet, he's just learning some leash manners which I maintain is an adult job. Nadine loves loves loves dogs, most animals of any kind fascinate her, but her LOVE and passion in life is dogs.
Ryan's passion in life is machines and yesterday he decided to take it upon himself to "grader these rocks off the road." He worked away very diligently trying to mash out some ruts not the least bit daunted by the enormity of the task. It's a LONG driveway and there's a LOT of spring ruts. He was up for the task.
Braeden's passion seems to be just plain old being outside. Who could blame him really? There's a lot of great stuff to experience out there, especially right now in mud season. Ahhh muddy mud season. Not just mud. Fantastically adhesive northern Alberta mud...good times and a good amount of laundry.
Coming in was relatively well received from my perception. There were no meltdowns, there was no bellyaching. It wasn't a fast progression in, but we were headed in the right direction. The lack of fast progression on the part of my second born was in fact irritating my first born.
Her...um...encouragements of "It's time to come in now Ryan hurry up and bring your grader" followed by "Mom he's not coming very fast." were not actually making him hurry or move any faster. Weird I know. Nadine was totally baffled as to why.
Me: "He is coming sweetheart"
Nadine: "But not fast enough" followed by more bellering at her brother.
Me: "You know darling it's Mom and Dad's job to make sure Ryan is doing as he's told, not yours"
Nadine (mildly exasperated): "But you're not doing a very good job of it!"
I love those kind of statements. I actually really do. They make me chuckle, and smile. Similar to Tim's experience of co-parenting with our 5 year old when changing Braeden's diaper.
Nadine: "I'll get you the cream"
Tim: "His bum looks fine honey he doesn't need any cream"
Nadine: "Here's the cream dad, he needs cream"
Tim: "I'm going to leave him without cream because his bum doesn't look red, it looks fine"
Nadine (again exasperated with the daftness of her parents): "DAD HE NEEDS CREAM...WHAT IN THE HECK!!!!"
Poor thing, oh how we parents can be so thick in the head.
Ryan carries on with his negotiations when a request falls short of his plan. We still unfortunately often provide an incorrect answer. "I'm sorry, that is not the correct answer...I need a different correct answer." Upon the same answer, "No a different correct answer. I'm sorry that is not the correct answer mom...mom I need a different correct answer." This exchange will remain strangely calm. I hope better things for him than a career in politics but I'll support him in whatever he would like to do :)
Braeden has become a dancing maniac who loves to throw things. Not only does he love to throw things, he's darn good at it. He's working on a few words, a few teeth, a few executions of making sure his opinion is well understood...he's darling :)
It fascinates me to watch their interests and personalities develop...fascinating.
And the random photo bombardment continues. Now I got a new book about my camera AND a new lens, it was like Christmas in April yesterday :)