My Preschooler Peer

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Hiya ūüôā

Youngest turned a whole four and a half years old today! 

He has now become a ‚Äėbig four‚Äô and we are upping the ante on talk about things like¬†finally ditching the pull-up nappy pants‚Ķ

He has been doing exceptionally well with walking to and from nursery this last month or so; and sometimes he can manage the collection of his big brother without the use of the pushchair, too (which can mean walking over 5 miles in a day, excluding all his running about at nursery…)

He loves walking home with me for lunch down a certain path that has no fewer than 42 steps to count and navigate, and where he is quite sure we will encounter a lion one day.

We‚Äôve already found a giant ‚Äėporcupine‚Äô so it is only a matter of time‚Ķ

“How did that spikey cweacha get there?!”

Remember I showed you in¬†this post that he went through an extended phase of drawing himself (and occasionally Eldest) inside my tum?¬† Well, the last few days have seen¬†Youngest drawing me a picture every night that is a bit more diverse, and always with his signature kind reason for drawing it.¬† [He has been swapping his nursery drawings with his friend, you see, but he didn‚Äôt want me missing out on original works from my¬†boy as a result ūüėČ ]

“This is you, mummy, watching someone’s garden. I dwawed it because you work hard for us all the time” I like that he’s given me cool hair ūüėČ

I love spending time with Youngest, listening to his thoughts on a range of subjects, and how he processes any information he gains throughout the day.  He makes me think a lot!

I am convinced my boys were sent for a reason: they can slice through all the bull in my brain and make the¬†important stuff¬†overwhelmingly obvious at times.¬† I love that ūüôā

 

Buzzard  Some  Teammate  Needy  Omniscient  Peer  Savour  Amazing  Stow

 

He watched the Buzzard soar

And, like some wise philosopher,

He shed momentarily

The mantle of my little teammate.

I can place him, through his needy phases:

A pretty normal pre-schooler

Struggling with the usual stuff

(Like tricky buttons)

 

But once that look comes down

He becomes omniscient ‚Äď

Seems to peer into the universe

Plucking life lessons to savour.

 

I always find it amazing

That such a little frame

Can stow away more knowledge

Than this one (aged forty years)

 

For those who like reading such things, the RSPB site gives a quick overview of the Buzzard; and I read about legends relating to Buzzards (and other birds) here and here.

Youngest can still sleep in the craziest places, for all his wordly wisdom.  Here he is, sound-o in our porch yesterday:

 

I love the way he propped himself up ūüėČ

 

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Genuine

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Hi ūüôā

 

 

Sleeve  Genuine  Qualified  Distant  Moment  Temperature  Dollar  Stroll  Parking

 

He replaced the protective sleeve

On the genuine first edition ‚Äď

Now qualified eyes had confirmed its worth,

He’d hate to mar it.

 

All those distant dreams

Could become a reality…

He indulged for just a moment

But knew he would never sell.

 

To have this book to protect

From time and temperature

Was a steep ask

For a dollar stall find;

 

But he felt honoured

To be handed the job.

He was glad he’d gone for the stroll:

It was nice out, and who relished parking?

 

I rushed my drawing, but it is a rough approximation of this example ūüėČ

 

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Pies For Lil Guys

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Hello!

Please excuse the grainy screenshot and notebook page today! Creativity on the hoof is sometimes like that ūüėČ

I was in a doctor’s waiting room earlier, with too much time on my hands, so I thought I would generate a RandomLists set of 9 words and get creative!¬†

When I saw the selection, my mind immediately went back to illustrations in Enid Blyton books, and I also thought about the many occasions Hubby and I ate apple pie together in our child-free days, snuggled up on our (sadly demised now) Futon in front of the TV. 

Good times ūüôā

 

 

 

Pies  Gleaming  Children  Addicted  Rich  Gate  Stone  Stream  Romantic

 

We could see the pies:

Like treasure, gleaming.

 

Us children, addicted to sweetness,

Would feel so rich

If we could just reach in

And grab them through the gate…

 

Cooling, cooling ‚Äď

We knew they were best warm,

Best fresh off the stone windowsill;

A stream of steam

Misting as we ate ‚Äď

Us blowing on it frantically

Eager for that first bite!

 

Pies would always surpass

Our most romantic expectations

When Granny made them!

 

 

I drew the pie for my page today with the help of this video ūüôā

 

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Prank

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Hey ūüôā

 

This wee scenario intrigued me…

 

 

Prank  Horizontal  Identity  Boar  Dome  Helpless  Appearance  Flux  Blabbermouth

 

It was a dangerous prank

And now this (out cold) horizontal man

Seemed to lack proof of identity.

Raymond had shooed

The wild boar back towards the dome

And down a side street

 

Now he stood, looking helpless.

 

Kelly’s appearance was in a state of flux:

One minute calm

The next a nervous wreck;

Then a whirlwind of blame and remorse.

 

(Her blabbermouth tendencies

Will shop us ‚Äď

You mark my words)

 

My drawing is purposefully silly, but I used this video to get the rough shape of the boar.  This video gives a much more detailed result, however!

 

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Intrepid Seeker

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Hey ūüôā

I wasn’t quite sure what to do with my Jimpix offering today, so looked up the first two words together, found this article, and went from there…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Iraqi  Handmade  Excuse  Luxuriant  Memorize  Intrepid  Raccoon  Prepare  Consultant

 

I think of the Iraqi women

Toiling, producing handmade carpets;

And I wonder what my excuse is

For squandering my luxuriant life.

I am taking note

Trying to memorize all the paths I see

And hear about

That differ from my own.

 

I am becoming an intrepid seeker

Of information and intrigue;

Waking raccoon-eyed

Having stayed up to prepare for my change.

 

With both the everyday and extraordinary

As my consultant team,

I compile my lists of wonder;

Unearth beauty in ‚Äėthe norm‚Äô

 

I drew the ‘magic carpet’ with the help of this video, and the raccoon was demonstrated here¬†ūüėČ

 

 

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The Love Factor

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Hey-lo ūüôā

So randomwordgenerator.com is back!  Woohoo!

What I did with today’s words is less a poem than a mish-mash of all the motivational videos I have been watching lately, and stuff I have read in the past…but I included them all ūüėČ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love   Factor   Care   Investigation   Vat   Classroom   Economist   Salesperson  Hiccup

 

Love is the thing that gets us through,

One must know this is a powerful factor

In any success.

 

You have to love yourself enough

To care where you’re heading;

You have to conduct

Every investigation possible

Kamal Ravikant’s book is worth a read – quick and simple, but makes you think!

To find how best to grasp your dreams.

 

Somewhere, there has to be a huge vat

Of bubbling self-esteem.

 

Even if it was beaten out of you

In some distant classroom ‚Äď

You’ve got to get it back.

 

Who’s gonna love you?!

YOU’VE gotta love you!!

 

Every economist, salesperson, businessman,

Parent, teacher and entrepreneur knows:

You need a deep-seated passion

To succeed in this world.

 

LOVE, my friend!

 

Love you,

Love those around you ‚Äď

Know that any hiccup

Can be overcome.

 

Love yourself like your life depends on it.

Because it ultimately does.

 

 

 

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Through Legal Chaos

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Hiya ūüôā

 

To my dismay, I again was not able to get randomwordgenerator.com to work for me.¬† I did stumble across randomwordgenerator.org, however, and gave it a spin.¬† Not only did it come up with nine words for me, it also gave me the definitions…but unfortunately they don’t come out too well in a screenshot!

I looked up all the words I wanted to, anyway, because as I said yesterday: it’s part of my process.¬† So here goes *drumroll*:

A ‘Cooper‘ is someone who makes or fixes barrels; ‘ad interim‘ means something is temporary; ‘differentiae‘ is the plural of ‘differentia’ which means a trait which distinguishes one thing from another.¬†

A ‘Lemur‘ is a nocturnal primate found on Madagascar; ‘enthean‘ means divinely inspired; ‘Pentagraphical‘ refers to a pantograph, which is a device for copying maps, and the ‘Sapindus‘ is a type of trees and shrubs that produce seeds commonly known as soapnuts, which can be used to wash one’s clothes…

Phew!  Some selection, huh?!

So I wrote about an esteemed lawyer.¬† Naturally…

 

 

Tarnishing  Cooper  Ad Interim  Differentiae Lemur  Enthean  Pentagraphical  Sapindus  Chaos

 

You were good at tarnishing reputations,

No Cooper a match

For the barrels you manufactured ‚Äď

Flailing wrongdoers

Begged for mercy.

 

That ad interim smile from you, as they squirmed:

The evidence mounting,

Differentiae obvious

But still each the same

In your jaded world view.

 

Lemur-like fingers grasped damning papers:

Your enthean nose

Could map their movements

With pentagraphical precision.

 

Like a generous Sapindus,

You showed them the fruits

Of your nocturnal labours;

And gave them the chance

To come clean.

 

Although it cost you your health

And marriage,

I am proud that I had you

To guide me through legal chaos.

 

 

Montaffera:

*executes fist pump*

*lies down, exhausted*

 

 

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Dam

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Hi ūüôā

Sometimes it pays to look up words that you are already pretty sure you know the meaning of.  One of the great beauties for me, when doing these random poems every day, is that I have to really engage my brain to bring some cohesion to my resulting work.

I decided to look up ‚Äėdam‚Äô because I was wondering if there was a better way to link horses with water, other than talking about canals‚Ķand found out that it can refer to the mother of a domesticated animal such as a horse!

ūüėÄ

 

Teeny  Distance  Horses  Dam  Obedient  Combative  Zoom  Own  Disgusting

 

It was a teeny point

But it created such distance between us.

Our horses bolted

Before anyone thought about gates.

 

I’m sure even a Dam

Would have cautioned against

Our skittishness.

 

But we weren’t obedient:

Eternally combative,

Rearing up against anything

That could be deemed a foe.

 

Even each other.

 

Now we zoom through our lives

Completely on our own,

Never letting on about

How disgusting regret feels.

 

 

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Whale

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Hey there!

Today’s Textfixer words seemed rather appropriate! It was a little alarming to hear the rhetoric being bandied about on the news, as I went out to collect Youngest earlier…

 

Drowned  Fumbling  American  Bullet  Desire  Hug  Honey  West  Whale

 

And we watched them

As they drowned in their own egos,

Fumbling with the lives of millions:

An American gaslighter

Veering close to North Korean rocket fuel.

Page is from “Fold Out, Find Out: The Blue Whale” by Philip Steele

 

We wondered:

What bullet would we be biting next?

Whether each man’s desire

To be seen as great

Could have been cowed before this ‚Äď

 

Can some political ‚Äėhug‚Äô,

Or a sweetened deal,

Be enough honey to make

Someone friendly towards the West?

 

Scratch talk of elephants:

At every meeting,

From now on in,

There’ll be a freaking WHALE

Lolling in the background…

 

 

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Demure?

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Hello ūüôā

Good words from Jimpix today…

 

I was surfing the crest of their restless murmurs;

That grew in pitch in an effort to frighten.

I slid on my most frigid face, and tried to ignore

The ragged breathing somewhere to my left.

This surge,

This urge,

This pressing forward

As if the call to breed is a pack activity.

 

Singled out, in profile,

To decipher:

The right scent

The right gait

The jut of my Zygomatic Bone

 

And I suppose they got a shock

When my Roundhouse Kicks

Were anything but demure.

 

 

 

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