Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Let me tell you about the birds and who cares about the bees.........

You may remember some time back I had to explain a method of teaching ones home school children how to be "normal children."

....remember? "Yank a doodle from your nose Dude, I think you gotta bat in the cave......."

Well, if you don't....... go here, It's a crazy blog so be warned.


Yesterday in home schooling, we learned about birds.

How some birds are big birds and some birds are really small.

We talked of the different colors they come, green, orange.....or maybe "red and yellow, black and white(they are precious in his site)"..........

They are beautiful.....“It is the beautiful bird which gets caged"...tis true, we see the beautiful ones at Pet Smart in cages all the time.....and the ugly ones at the soccer field and stuff.

What they eat.....

"The early bird gets the worm."....and sometimes the bird never eats at all.

"The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air"

"God gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into the nest"......yet sometimes the bird throws itself unto us......

The conversation drifted to bird flight, migration and so know?

"Birds of a feather flock together"

"God finds a low branch for the bird that cannot fly"

"Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly"

.......howbeit some birds live on forever and never seem to die, they push forward and they fly.

"A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song"..........sometimes the bird's song isn't that pleasant.....

....some birds are silent but speak volumes.....

"Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers"...however, it will not be ignored itself....

"Each bird must sing with his own throat"....or maybe not...

"There'll be bluebirds over,
The white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see"

It seems CB was a very good student yesterday.


This is what really happened.

At the soccer field Tuesday night, Cole cut his finger. It was really more like a pretty harsh paper cut slit his fingertip. He wouldn't let anyone look at it or touch it. So for like, ALL NIGHT, he walked, ran, climbed, everyone the "Universal Hi Sign." He didn't quit "shootin the bird" till he fell asleep in his bed that night, despite the fact his finger was getting cramped.

My girlfriend , Liz, snapped this with her cell. It was just so crazy looking I had to share it. It appears he is flicking someone off while I am not paying him any attention. So dang funny to me. When I first saw this pic I laughed out loud.

....and of course, lots of the parents thought it was snickerable. I would call his name out and he'd turn around to face me to see what I needed....shootin me a bird. It was just insane looking.

There is the D factor ad libbing to go with all the insanity, and you know how loud he talks. "Cole, what do you say we go and let Obamacare fix that finger for you?"

Cole turns and looks at him, cause in his baby mind NOBODY is going to touch his finger and he doesn't know "Obamacare" - "NO Daddy!" (flickin the bird)

D - "Yeah buddy, that's how we all feel....." (shaking his head in pity like he sympathizes with Cole)

D has impeccable timing with his comments. So whether you were an Obama fan or not, it was laughable.

Stuff like this...........only happens to us.

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