Bubbles

The other day I took advantage of the inexplicable lack of winter weather and went outside with the kids.  In addition to creating a family portrait with sidewalk chalk, playing hopscotch and tic-tac-toe, and attempting to skip in snow boots with a too short rope, I also waved a bubble sword around.  Kids really do go crazy for bubbles, running down the sidewalk, jumping and popping them in the air, squealing at the big sized ones, the snowmen ones, the ones that seem like they will go on forever and never burst.  No grown-up would be this excited about anything, even if thousand-dollar bills were floating in the air.

I was immediately reminded of two movie scenes.  The first from the movie "Knocked Up":

And the second from "Finding Nemo":

Yes, Mr. Rudd, my children do remind me how difficult it is for my adult self to enjoy anything, but they also help me appreciate things anew.  We all have an excited little yellow fish inside us, don't we? Anyway, I love bubbles for their ability to amuse my children until the soap runs out.  (They also add extra fun to bath time).

Strangely enough, this week's scishow was about bubbles.  Apparently they can destroy boat propellers and  also cure cancer. Fun!

Summer

Today I strapped my kids into my chariot and rode to the nearby dress shop to buy the dress I'll be wearing to my sister's wedding. Since they were so good, quietly playing lego in front of the fitting rooms, that I took William and Jadzia to the dollarstore to choose a toy.  After running through the aisles, rolling balls across the floor, and deliberating over several options, William chose a bow and arrow and Jadzia chose a monkey with cymbals and candy.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in the backyard.  We put on our swimsuits and ran through the sprinkler until a mudpuddle formed in the middle of the lawn.  We blew bubbles after that.  Jadzia ran after the largest ones gleefully exclaiming "Big Big Bubbles!"  William shot some with arrows. 

Since I told William he couldn't shoot his bow indoors, he wanted to stay outside long after the rest of us were tired, bored, and hungry. He attempted to climb the slide using the suction cups on his arrows, breaking one in the process.  Eventually I convinced everyone to come inside.  Okay, I dragged everyone in.

It was a productive day.