ATTENTION:
It's never too early to start going through your five year old's pockets before throwing his clothes in the laundry!



My solution was to run the clothes through the wash again a couple times, and in the mean time scrape out what I could from the dryer, and then run a couple of wet towels that I don't care about through on high heat. That seems to have cleared up the worst of the crayon residue from the dryer.

The clothes I suppose will be a wash (Ha-ha).

Labels: fatherhood, Life, The_Boy

One evening before dinner the boy and I took a walk around the block.

Here is what we saw:




Then I turned the flash on:




Something that I remember from childhood is that these small outings are way more valuable to kids than adults probably realize. It did my heart good to watch the boy prance around in the snow while we took that leisurely walk, with no agendas or deadlines pressing down on us.

The world is still big enough to him that walking around the block really is an adventure. To think otherwise is the accompanying curse that comes with ownership of an adult mind.

Afterward we warmed up and had hot cocoa:

Labels: Family, fatherhood, Snow, The_Boy, Winter