I was coloring plein air this morning at the park. It was a breezy, sunny fall day. The kind that requires jeans and a sweatshirt. YES! My kind of weather in Wisconsin! Here’s what I was working on:
It’s fun! My 5 and 6 year old kids even take turns coloring the same picture as me or working on their own, so it’s a shared portable coloring book.
What makes me laugh though is the introduction. It talks about common sources of stress in life and how each chapter of designs can help counteract stress and overall promote well-being. Great. I’ll take it!
Keep on reading, and you’ll find a disclaimer. This book…
“is not meant to replace the services of a professional therapist if more direct intervention and personal guidance are needed.”
Ha! Gotta love disclaimers! If you have an adult coloring book, see if there’s a similar statement in the introduction. Comment below and share what it says!
Cheers & color on!
Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 9 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.
Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.bakinginatornado.com/
Menopausal Mother http://www.menopausalmom.com/
Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
Searching for Sanity http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com
Never Ever Give Up Hope http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy http://dinoheromommy.com/
The Bergham Chronicles http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/
When I Grow Up http://kimberlyyavorski.com/whenigrowup/
Wanting to Regress, I Guess
In past Fly on the Wall posts I have talked about growing older, mostly as it relates to my kids. In a unique twist, I heard my kids say, “I wish we were babies, and you had to change our diapers.”
Daddy O. replied, “Babies don’t earn coins for doing jobs. They can’t buy things with money. They can’t go swimming by themselves.” At age 6 Big Sister can be in the water by herself with an adult on the pool deck. Little Brother still needs an adult in the water with him at age 5.
Little Brother explained, “We would just swim on you. You do all the work, and we do all the relaxing.”
Me lamenting to Daddy O., “That’s parenting in a nutshell.” Sigh.
Camping / Outdoor Quips
While we were hiking, we had to double back to reach the correct trail. I was able to say, “Turn by the floating caterpillar!” It did appear to be floating, suspended on a thin line of a spider’s web. It was cool!
Both kids asked on our hike, “Are there wolves in the woods?”
I replied, “Just make your annoying noises and they’ll stay away.”
Big Sister was a big discouraged after fishing, saying, “I know why we didn’t catch any fish. It’s because we SUCK!” Wow, I didn’t realize she knew that phrase. I explained that they didn’t suck, but they just needed to find a better fishing spot…and the fish don’t always bite, blah, blah blah (I’m sure she just heard the voice of Charlie Brown’s Mom.)
Wedding = Kid Free Time!
Daddy O. and I attended a beautiful wedding of an extended family member, while our kids went with their aunt and uncle and cousins. At the end of the weekend, Big Sister explained, “At our aunt’s house, you get points for sleeping in.” Hmm…maybe we should do that at home!
On our drive to the wedding we were enjoying some 80’s music. I heard the station identification and said, “Wait, is this the oldies station?!” Daddy O. remarked, “Yeah, we are oldies.”
While up north we saw a few “Man’s Sale” signs. My sister and I laughed, wondering if men were for sale. A few miles down the road more signs gave a few more clues as to what a “Man’s Sale” was – fishing, hunting, clothing for men, but it was a good laugh!
Little Brother’s New Game
At the step in our garage that leads to our home there were four water bottles lined up. Daddy O. asked, “What’s with these water bottles here?”
Me: It was a game. Little Brother would ride his bike around the garage and would deliver me a water bottle that he pretended was a bottle of wine. Then he’d ride around again and pick up another bottle and deliver it to me. I think it’s a good game.
Daddy O: Okay then…
Now shoo fly, and go check out all of these other posts!