Wednesday November
14, 2012
My boys love sharks. Uncle Jesse (my younger brother) bought Hudson a much-advanced 'Ocean and Sea' book (Scholastic) for his birthday. We have looked at it everyday since, numerous times a day. We
used to look at it page by page, not stopping long enough to read the descriptions, of
course. Now Hudson wants to see only the page with the “juicy” fish on it,
which is a terrifying, deep sea fish that glistens, (ironically, this is the
only page he’ll let me read the descriptions, which further solidifies my fear of the ocean), and the “ew” page which shows animals covered
in oil (must be a boy thing). Oh. And, of course, the shark page. The book came with a 91 page digital
companion book that we finally got around to downloading. It’s called “Shark
Spotter”. That’s when the shark love began and when Harper jumped on board with
this whole ocean thing.
Every
time I am on my computer Harper comes over saying, “arrr!” which is his (and
Hudson’s) word for shark (also their word for lion. I guess they know fierce
animals when they see them). I pull Harper up on my lap to look at the digital
shark book. Hudson soon follows. It’s already happened three times since
sitting here.
The other
day Harper was sitting alone on our bed while the rest of us were in the
living room. For 10-15 minutes he was beside himself with excitement for
finding the shark page, “ARRR! ARRR!” and then a giggle/scream.
Boise has
an awesome aquarium! It has small sharks and even shark eggs you can touch. We
are all super impressed by the aquarium and especially the sharks, although I
still can’t bring myself to touch them (No. I wasn't bribed to give the aquarium a good review, although I think I should be. I better get on that.)
The other
day I cooked up some “shark” in my crock-pot. The boys gobbled it down, not
thinking it at all odd that we were eating shark, which incidentally tasted a
lot like pork. Mmm. Delicious.
I better
sign off now, as Hudson is bored of eating peanut butter right from the
container whilst sitting on the counter, and Harper is done/cold from locking
and unlocking our open sliding glass door. Never mind, make that four times
Harper has come over to see the sharks. And here comes Huddo. Maybe naptime
would have been a better time to write . . . .
Shark petting at the Idaho Aquarium (last winter).
"Nemo" - Hudson's former favorite attraction and the current name for the aquarium.
Hudson opening Uncle Jesse's (aka "Sess" or "Hesse") gift at this 3rd birthday.
Harper and the touch tanks (which he tries to dive into).
Best buds now (thanks to the book and also some serious time spent playing with Jesse's climbing gear)
The page with the "juicy" fish.
- By the time I actually posted this, complete with photos,
the boys had already taken a bath with their sharks and cars (Don’t worry. I
can see them from my perch. And Yes. I did put them into the bath not to wash them but to contain them),
and escaped from said bath (that’s a new trick), to run naked around the house.
I know I’ll be finding pee somewhere from Harper.
