A lot has been happening at the Samok home lately. I've just finished teaching night classes and have finished a class that basically smoked my backside. I did well in the class, but the stress level was up to epic proportions for a while. I can breathe now and I feel like it's time to stretch out, smile, and blog a little. I'm taking a course that's a little easier and should prove to be a whole lot more fun. It's a graduate level communications course. I get to watch the movie, Crash repeatedly and write papers on it. It should be doable.
Alright, now for what's happening with the kids. As I've mentioned before, while in the army, I spent some time in an airborne unit. Yes, I did jump out of airplanes, but I wasn't a stellar jumper. I have landed in trees and accidentally gave my NCOIC a concussion with my right buttock while landing. That incident is hard to visualize, but I assure you it truly happened. So...what does this have to do with the kids? They have been jumping off of chairs and beds and executing parachute landing falls in blankets and pillows. I haven't been involved in any instruction. They've developed this behavior totally on their own. They seem fearless and are doing a pretty good job-of course this is coming from the dad who was a lousy jumper. Today things got a little wilder. I caught The Bun setting up her drop zone beneath the dining room table. I thought I put an end to her exercise by moving the blanket and pillows, but she moved them back when I wasn't looking. I went in another room to check on something. When I returned to the dining room she was on top of the table, ready to launch herself into her recreated drop zone. Daddy busted her again and ruined her fun. She was not amused with dad's commitment to safety. I know that had Goobs been around he would have been cheering her on and right behind her. Luckily, he was deeply involved with his afternoon love affair with the animated version of "Iron Man." He has been jumping off of beds and chairs with her, so I know that he's down with it too. I know that I'm going to walk in on them jumping off of the table soon. I hope that they won't kill themselves. I can hardly wait until they graduate to base jumping from the railing of the deck...
Thursday, July 3, 2008
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Haha, my kids did the same thing around this age. their favorite drop zone was the floor of the boy's bedroom ...from the TOP bunk. thankfully no one was ever injured (that happens when there's 2 cubic tons of stuffed animals, pillows and comforters on the floor/carpet.)
glad to hear you're in a less stressed place. (if you ever want help doing a COM related paper on that movie Crash, I am your GIRL! sooooo many great ways to analyze it.)
haha... I'm lucky that LN is so cautious. Hm, I dated a guy who used to claim he was an airborne ranger... I never really believed him... but he did say that his parachute didn't open so he was injured during a jump. ANYHOO... he got $200 a month from the army as compensation for SOME injury. I don't know... if I jumped out of a plane and the parachute didn't open, I'd want more than $200 a month!
Good to see you back!
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