The sound of Clouds Rubbing Together
Lucinda and Ethan are both afraid of thunder.
This morning there was a storm a few miles away, and the thunder was approaching.
Lucinda was frightened: “what’s the sound? what’s the sound?”, and clung to my leg.
We talked about how thunder was the sound of clouds rubbing together
and how it meant rain was coming.
We sang a song about not being afraid of thunder, and stamped our feet.
Then, I said that even though Lucinda wasn’t afraid of thunder any more, I thought Caterpillar might be.
So Lucinda spent the next five minutes comforting caterpillar,
singing the thunder song to her and explaining about
the sound of clouds rubbing together.
Thanks, Folks
My Folks were here this week, helping out. I don’t know how we could have made it without them.
Thanks.
Doting Brother
Bathtime
Ethan has started cropping and editing photos himself. He cropped and edited The 5th and 8th photos in this series.
Loads o Luvverly Visitors
The Secret of Ghosts
Just as I was leaving the house for work, Ethan called me back: “Dad, ghosts are invincible because ghosts are invisible”.
Permanently Astonished.
Who wouldn’t be.
“Who ARE these people?”
“What do they want from me?” …
‘WHO IS THAT BIG HAIRY GUY?”
peek a BOO
don’t treat me like such a mammal.
Ethan has been coining new phrases every day lately. As I reported here, one recent smash hit has been “it’s a wobbly planet”. We find this expression has a hundred and one uses around the home. Yesterday, a new one: “Dont treat me like such a mammal, Dad!”