This is another post from my “Daddy Daze” series JJ, an anecdotal exploration of my odd little adventures in parenting in bite-sized chunks (for your reading enjoyment) and because the last thing this world needs is yet another doting parent blog.
School started back up again this morning for the Noodler, but last week when I had a post-holiday Friday-day-off she was still on the lamb from classes and eager for another installment of our Daddy Days. Who was I to disappoint?
On the Prowl For Craft Supplies
At the ripe old age of five, Claire is showing strong signs that she is siding on the paternal side of the creativity equation, siding with the likes of her old man in the artsy-fartsy department. Karin will be the first to admit that whiles she’s a crafty gal — in the knitting and baking sense — she often finds herself stumped when it comes to the imagination side of her chosen arts. Claire, alternatively, slides neatly into the brain brimming with ideas category and seems to love bubbling out and exploring every notion to draw, build, sculpt, cut, paste, or otherwise create something interesting. All that said, it should come as no surprise that we found ourselves in the craft store on Friday morning with a little red basket and some holiday cash burning a hole in our pockets. I’ll save the details, but we both went away with some supplies for our respective projects.
Snorkels and Sinkers
…she could not breath through her nose.
On the front of a project of an entirely different nature, Claire and I took her new mask and snorkel set to the swimming pool later that day. I will reserve the specifics and details — at least as much to discourage stalkers — but note that we’ve booked a tropical vacation for sometime in the coming few months and — Claire being quite old enough and really starting to take to the water — I thought it might be useful for her to (at the very least) own and have used a snorkel set. Do I expect her to spend any measurable quantity of time with her face in the Caribbean looking at fish? Not really. But I’d hate to go all that way and find out she would have. The biggest shock was, of course, that the first time she pulled the mask over her face (in the bathroom of our house the day before) she could not breath through her nose: no kidding. But for a kid I guess this came as something of a shock, and it took some hearty persuasion to get her to try for a second attempt. We did. And later at the pool she actually made some solid progress — mask, snorkel and swimming in unison — and seemed quite ready to at least try in the ocean. We got a little more controlled-environment practice in… well, at least until they temporarily evacuated the pool for a (false-alarm) sinker.