One, two, free, eight, nine ten, leven, telve, firteen, eighteen, nineteen, tenty, one, tentytwo, tentyfree, tentyeight, tentynine, tentyagain, ready or not here we come!
(this is actually where they hid from me on a recent hide-and-seek hike…)
Wow, those kids are adventurous! I love hiking and rock climbing, and I love the way little kids say big words. My five-year-old still says “besgetti” for spaghetti.
Oh, how I love kid mispronunciations. A reader months ago commented that her son thought for years that they had to follow the speed lemon.
Still my favorite, perhaps of all time. Speed lemon, indeed.
THere is something so precious about that photo. The help and the care of the older one. I adore it.
It will probably be my favorite photo forever, because they have a very strained relationship, and this was a hike of intense caring and big-brotherly patience after a “when you and your friends run away from him it breaks his heart, so please put him on your team and join forces to run away from the grownups” talk.
In all my years of teaching, when we took kids out to physically challenging places such as this, you never heard, “I can’t” and only heard, “grab my hand” or “put your foot there”. Suddenly all the petty disagreements fall away and they are on a mission to accomplish the task at hand. Beautiful picture!
We rarely stay inside and try to get out right after breakfast every day. Outside there are fewer fights, and away from streets and cars there are even fewer.
I wish school were held on trails.
This brings me back!
(No rock climbing in our hide and seek.. These days it’s hide and seek with my car keys!)
So sorry to laugh at that, but every time I get melancholy about how stinking hard toddlers nd moody young boys can be, someone with teenagers wakes me up. Car keys will be locked in my bra drawer. ;-)
Hiding in plain sight – I love it!
Yeah, they still think if they close their eyes they can’t be seen. Adorable.
Wow, those kids are adventurous! I love hiking and rock climbing, and I love the way little kids say big words. My five-year-old still says “besgetti” for spaghetti.
Oh, how I love kid mispronunciations. A reader months ago commented that her son thought for years that they had to follow the speed lemon.
Still my favorite, perhaps of all time. Speed lemon, indeed.
THere is something so precious about that photo. The help and the care of the older one. I adore it.
It will probably be my favorite photo forever, because they have a very strained relationship, and this was a hike of intense caring and big-brotherly patience after a “when you and your friends run away from him it breaks his heart, so please put him on your team and join forces to run away from the grownups” talk.
In all my years of teaching, when we took kids out to physically challenging places such as this, you never heard, “I can’t” and only heard, “grab my hand” or “put your foot there”. Suddenly all the petty disagreements fall away and they are on a mission to accomplish the task at hand. Beautiful picture!
We rarely stay inside and try to get out right after breakfast every day. Outside there are fewer fights, and away from streets and cars there are even fewer.
I wish school were held on trails.
This brings me back!
(No rock climbing in our hide and seek.. These days it’s hide and seek with my car keys!)
So sorry to laugh at that, but every time I get melancholy about how stinking hard toddlers nd moody young boys can be, someone with teenagers wakes me up. Car keys will be locked in my bra drawer. ;-)
Hiding in plain sight – I love it!
Yeah, they still think if they close their eyes they can’t be seen. Adorable.