Monday, March 27, 2006
Forking Good Times
We had the pleasure of listening to our three year old go on a dinner time rant. I was glad that it was in our home as he was becoming ever so vocal about his fork. To say the least, listening to Tanner’s pronunciation of the word fork, over and over again, is not a scene we would have been too proud of in a public restaurant. “FORK! FORK! Look at my FORK!” If you are wondering why the big deal, try saying fork to yourself with a very soft o and without sounding the r.
Nuff said.
We also had the pleasure this week of attending our daughter’s spring concert for school. It was a packed house at the Arden as the grade two and four classes took to the stage to sing their various renditions.
It became ever so apparent that it is definitely time for me to get some eye glasses as I was taking video of the wrong kid for about five minutes. After much squinting in the dark, on zoom as far as it would go, I realized “Hey, that’s not Mackenzie!” Way to go dad!
Nuff said.
We also had the pleasure this week of attending our daughter’s spring concert for school. It was a packed house at the Arden as the grade two and four classes took to the stage to sing their various renditions.
It became ever so apparent that it is definitely time for me to get some eye glasses as I was taking video of the wrong kid for about five minutes. After much squinting in the dark, on zoom as far as it would go, I realized “Hey, that’s not Mackenzie!” Way to go dad!
