dave & janet horsman ::: keepin’ it real since 1998

A picture of a happy-looking, cartoon, dairy cow, very similar to the one on the right, was on a dairy product that Noah was consuming a couple of days ago.  After studying the cartoon carefully for a few minutes, he said, “Well…cows poop in the grass.” 

Such a random thought from my three-year-old!  It made us all laugh, but since then I’ve been thinking a lot about how we, the consumers, are so far removed from the products that we consume.  A shift that has really just occured in the past century or so.   It’s so crazy to think about how much our world has changed in just the past 100 years… don’t you think?  What will the next 100 years bring?  I wonder if this blog will survive out in cyberspace for that long?!  Will it be a cyber-type time capsule?  Okay, now I’m just rambling…

“Train Tracks”

Mmmm…a bowl of Crispix for breakfast.

Noah’s our little rebel when it comes to food.  He’s pretty adventurous.  Elijah and Zeke are usually quite grossed out by some of the foods and, mostly, the food combinations that Noah indulges in.  They are not fans of different foods touching or being mixed together.  (They would even, if I permitted it, use a different utensil for different foods on their plates.  Good grief!)  Even this classic combination of cereal and milk is frowned upon by them.  They love cereal…and milk, but mixing them together?  Yuck!  I’m glad Noah is an individual and ignores their opinions! 

Choosy little boys choose to eat peanut butter by the spoonful right out of the jar.

“Me want ye(ll)ow paper.  Me rea(ll)y love ye(ll)ow.  That make me rea(ll)y happy, Mummy.”

Noah has just discovered our CD of Robert Munsch stories, another CD (by a wonderful Canadian author!) that I think every family needs.  I’m sure he’s heard it before, but just lately he’s taken a huge leap forward in cognitive developement, (I think kids must have mental growth spurts as well as physical ones, don’t you?) and it’s fun to watch him really listen to it.  During one story, I saw his eyes light up with an idea…

The Scene:  Mom is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor watching Dad paint.  (Pink!  Miss Phoebe finally gets to move out of Mom and Dad’s room.  I cleaned out the storage room for her…got rid of a lot of stuff.  I know, “storage room” sounds like we’re sticking her in a little closet, but it’s actually a really big room.)  A little boy, almost three (!) enters, and walks over to Mom.

Little boy:  Me sit in your lap, Mummy.

Mom: Okay.

A few seconds pass.  Little boy lets out a huge sigh, turns slightly, looks up at Mom, touches her cheek, and says,

Me rea(ll)-y happy, Mummy.

Mom’s heart melts.

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P.S.  About 20 minutes after I posted this, our sweet and lovable (and might I add, very adept with a computer mouse), almost-three-year-old somehow purchased $50 worth of Family Guy episodes off of iTunes.  Oh dear…