Update!!!
:)
Okay, now that I have a few minutes, a bit of an explanation. My husband has an absolute horror of toads and frogs--a very sad fact for bufophile like me. When we first married and a toad-bringing rain fell, I lost my mind. I ran squealing down the street, collecting toads in plastic containers. Not only would he not come with me, but he wouldn't let me bring the toads in the apartment. I planned to set them free in the bathtub and scream at them.
I don't know why I love toads so much. I suppose that they are the closest things to dinosaurs that I could catch with my hands (lizards are too fast). The fact that they generally arrive when it rains (whooo! rain!) is a bonus. I love their bumpy, gnarled texture and placid slitted eyes. The hop-plop of a toad fries my little brain circuits in sweet delight. I never understood how girls could squee over hamsters. Unsavoury, smelly, foul mamals. Blech.
But TOADS! Joy. I don't think the most vigorous coke-snorting Hollywood starlet could touch my toad-watching high. Poor souls, attending empty parties with meaningless music, fashion, and talk, when all they need is a little toad action.
Anyway, sixteen years of marriage has not made my husband less squeamish about frogs and toads. When he came across this video from his favorite guitar tutor, he had to share. So I share now. And only with great restraint, do I not share the toad videos I watched on Y last night--but a play list might be coming soon!
Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
Friday, April 22, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Morning Video
This odd jumble is Tyoma working on fractions and multiplication. Sometimes he really gets it, others, it's stream of consciousness, baby!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Monday, December 27, 2010
Snow!
Well, here we go! the first snow day of the season. It's been terribly windy and TF has been struggling in the gusts to keep our driveway clear, primarily so we can get Tyoma out to play tomorrow! The aquarium sickness lingers, but T is recovering nicely.
The cool time lapse is by MPCentauri, not us. It's awesome when folks take the time to make such cool videos!Please note-the wind was crazy! It swept all the snow out of our driveway for us! Our neighbors were not so lucky, most of it drifted in a huge V by their porch.
The cool time lapse is by MPCentauri, not us. It's awesome when folks take the time to make such cool videos!Please note-the wind was crazy! It swept all the snow out of our driveway for us! Our neighbors were not so lucky, most of it drifted in a huge V by their porch.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Five Little Pumpkins
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Field Trip
So, back to the field trip to Currier Farms....
I showed up at Tyoma's school my obligatory 15 minutes early and waited for other mom's to assemble. Fortunately, Roumanian Grandma was there to keep me company. I think that we an unspoken camaraderie since in a way we are outsiders. I am a total spazz, and she is a Roumanian National, far from home. i did mention to her that T has ASD, and she looked so sorry for me. I think she was surprised to hear how well he speaks and how fantastic his memeory was. We all loaded up on a big yellow school bus and sat at the back, the noisyest part.
I was surprised to find that we were going to another school to pick up other kids. As we drove to Mastricola, Tyoma shouted "All aboard!" just like on the Dinosaur Train. The school bus was like a huge lurching boat. it seemed to float rather than drive and it even had the slight sway of a ship on the ocean. Freaky. If this troubled T, he did not say. He was thrilled about the bus ride and began singing his Dinosaur ABC's
Other folks were listening in on our patter, which was actually quite lighthearted. I noticed Miss Ann with her inscrutable smirk and wondered if Tyoma has been reciting his dinosaur ABCs all week. Nahh, most likely she was thinking "Like Mother, like child."
Our ride was smoggy, boyant and a bit frightening. Our driver would swing a turn on a dime and I felt certain that the whole bus would tip over or at least teeter on two wheels. i literally had to remind myself that she knows what she is doing, but when turned up the rutted and uneven road to the orchard, I felt the jostling shudder to an end as our balance seemed precarious.
We arrived safely and I seemed like the only one felt that the ride was as thrilling as tyoma who was jazzed beyond belief. next stop was a tractor drawn "hay ride." Rickety was not the word for the cart we rode on, over small for the children parents and teachers that crowded onto it acutely aware of the mothers and children hunched up next to me. tyoma felt the same discofort and i tried to block him off some personal space teacher from another school prompted me to move. i was about to speak up and say, no, we need space when i looked to miss jerry who was just as scrunched up with one of tyoma's autistic peers, who was enduring equally cramped conditions without complain. so, i moved. the side rail to my right came disconnceted an a techer held ity on as we took our ride
amazingly able to relax and enjoy the ride poking closeness was distracting. tyoma immediately and loudly complained about the heat, about his jacket and about wanting out. i was mortified. he was the only kid complaining and all i could say was we'll be there in a second honey. "I'm Hooo-ot. I want out! When will we get there? I want ooooo-ut!" I was clueless. I could not think of what to say, really, and the more i thought about not knowing what to say, the less focused i was and able to intereact with tyoma.
Finally we arrived and diembarked from the hayride. Tyoma ran off, which seemed like an excellent idea. I follwed him to a quiet spot while everyone else gathered around the farmer to hear his little spiel. we were the only ones off on our own. i steered t back to overhear the plans, find an apple, pick it and eat it. These trees are okay, these are not. So we found a mishapen fruit dangling from a stunted tree
I showed up at Tyoma's school my obligatory 15 minutes early and waited for other mom's to assemble. Fortunately, Roumanian Grandma was there to keep me company. I think that we an unspoken camaraderie since in a way we are outsiders. I am a total spazz, and she is a Roumanian National, far from home. i did mention to her that T has ASD, and she looked so sorry for me. I think she was surprised to hear how well he speaks and how fantastic his memeory was. We all loaded up on a big yellow school bus and sat at the back, the noisyest part.
I was surprised to find that we were going to another school to pick up other kids. As we drove to Mastricola, Tyoma shouted "All aboard!" just like on the Dinosaur Train. The school bus was like a huge lurching boat. it seemed to float rather than drive and it even had the slight sway of a ship on the ocean. Freaky. If this troubled T, he did not say. He was thrilled about the bus ride and began singing his Dinosaur ABC's
Other folks were listening in on our patter, which was actually quite lighthearted. I noticed Miss Ann with her inscrutable smirk and wondered if Tyoma has been reciting his dinosaur ABCs all week. Nahh, most likely she was thinking "Like Mother, like child."
Our ride was smoggy, boyant and a bit frightening. Our driver would swing a turn on a dime and I felt certain that the whole bus would tip over or at least teeter on two wheels. i literally had to remind myself that she knows what she is doing, but when turned up the rutted and uneven road to the orchard, I felt the jostling shudder to an end as our balance seemed precarious.
We arrived safely and I seemed like the only one felt that the ride was as thrilling as tyoma who was jazzed beyond belief. next stop was a tractor drawn "hay ride." Rickety was not the word for the cart we rode on, over small for the children parents and teachers that crowded onto it acutely aware of the mothers and children hunched up next to me. tyoma felt the same discofort and i tried to block him off some personal space teacher from another school prompted me to move. i was about to speak up and say, no, we need space when i looked to miss jerry who was just as scrunched up with one of tyoma's autistic peers, who was enduring equally cramped conditions without complain. so, i moved. the side rail to my right came disconnceted an a techer held ity on as we took our ride
amazingly able to relax and enjoy the ride poking closeness was distracting. tyoma immediately and loudly complained about the heat, about his jacket and about wanting out. i was mortified. he was the only kid complaining and all i could say was we'll be there in a second honey. "I'm Hooo-ot. I want out! When will we get there? I want ooooo-ut!" I was clueless. I could not think of what to say, really, and the more i thought about not knowing what to say, the less focused i was and able to intereact with tyoma.
Finally we arrived and diembarked from the hayride. Tyoma ran off, which seemed like an excellent idea. I follwed him to a quiet spot while everyone else gathered around the farmer to hear his little spiel. we were the only ones off on our own. i steered t back to overhear the plans, find an apple, pick it and eat it. These trees are okay, these are not. So we found a mishapen fruit dangling from a stunted tree
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Goodbye Souska Party
We had our good bye souska party today. It was as nervewracking for us as it was for the poor little guy. I suppose in the rush to make a memorable and final goodbye, the excitement carried us all away. I have a video of our little ceremony, but it's not on youtube yet, but I can embed later.
Anyway, the premise of our party was based on this little girl's farwell party:
We had our cake, decorated with balloons and pacis complements of AC Moore and we whisked off to our favorite playground where we sent the souskas into outer space to help the alien mommies quiet their babies.
The three of us were jittery all night from the experience, but despite some tears, T made it to sleep in an hour. Whew!
Ta-dah! I looked all over for tiny ballons and pacifiers. I don't think that anyone cared but me! So, enjoy my artistry!
He looks so sad! Moments before he was running around with the souska in his mouth dragging the red baloon all over.
This is the last picture of him with Souska. And probably the last picture of him with a haircut by mom. Maybe he's really sad over his bangs?
Anyway, the premise of our party was based on this little girl's farwell party:
We had our cake, decorated with balloons and pacis complements of AC Moore and we whisked off to our favorite playground where we sent the souskas into outer space to help the alien mommies quiet their babies.
The three of us were jittery all night from the experience, but despite some tears, T made it to sleep in an hour. Whew!
Ta-dah! I looked all over for tiny ballons and pacifiers. I don't think that anyone cared but me! So, enjoy my artistry!
He looks so sad! Moments before he was running around with the souska in his mouth dragging the red baloon all over.
This is the last picture of him with Souska. And probably the last picture of him with a haircut by mom. Maybe he's really sad over his bangs?
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Souska Video
We are finally going to do away with T's little sleep helper. We've been preparing him with little videos. I like the Russian cartoon above, odd that it was flagged as "adult." Can't a baby have a teeny weeny without folks getting outraged?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Alphabet
We saw an interesting video on youtube with a father and son painting the alphabet:
Papa and T were so taken with it that they did their own version. Here's how T's alphabet turned out:
Pretty cool, Eh?
Papa and T were so taken with it that they did their own version. Here's how T's alphabet turned out:
Friday, May 15, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The Pink Panther
About two weeks ago a remarkable thing happened. Tyoma actually found a cartoon to be hilariously funny. After months of Youtube, my sober young son laughed his butt off at this:
Since then, I've watched the clip about 1,000 times. He finds the scenes where PP scratches himself to be riotous. My mom decided that a plush Pink Panther would be da bomb and it arrived today. We opened the slightly bruised ups box together and he gasped when he found his very own Pink Panther. "Da Pingk Pandta!!! Ohhhh!" He's pictured here watching a PP DVD:
He obviously takes his comedy very seriously!
Since then, I've watched the clip about 1,000 times. He finds the scenes where PP scratches himself to be riotous. My mom decided that a plush Pink Panther would be da bomb and it arrived today. We opened the slightly bruised ups box together and he gasped when he found his very own Pink Panther. "Da Pingk Pandta!!! Ohhhh!" He's pictured here watching a PP DVD:
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Tyoma and the Headband
Yay! Our new camcorder came in yesterday! This is what we got instead of a snowblower. Hope we have no regrets!!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
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