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Powell Butte adventure 

This morning we decided to bike over to Powell Butte and hike around. Powell Butte is about 7.5 miles from our house, along the Springwater Corridor, which google maps said would take us about 50m. I’m not sure exactly how long we took, but we stopped semi-often along the bike path, and had a nice time in the late spring sunshine. There’s a lot of bike theft along that stretch of the Springwater Corridor, so when we got to Powell Butte we decided against leaving the bikes, even locked up. I hiked a short spate either the kids, then doubled back and sent Tom in to hike a little with Amelia as Baxter and I snacked and rested. 4-year-olds have very different endurance levels compared to 7-year-olds, even when they’ve ridden the whole way in a bike trailer!

While we were hanging out, 5 riders on horseback came through and started riding on the trails! After our party was reunited once again, we rode back down the corridor, stopped for lunch at Cartopia, the food cart pod on 82nd (yakisoba noodles for the kids and banh mi for the adults) and then rode home. We were feeling our legs by the time we finished that last mile, and I’m pretty sure we’ll both be sore in the morning, but we had a really good time. 

Before-we-begin selfie
Pit stop at the floodplain
Amelia poses
Mom and Dad looking so fabulous
Tom examines the map
posing on the trail
Blurry trail selfie with mom
horses on the trail!
Cartopia selfie!

Pre-breakfast art time

Portrait of a boy who lost his marble

portrait of a boy who lost his marble

Collection


“Mama, I’m going to have a collection. This bottlecap? It’s my collection that I started.” 

Upon further questioning, that one bottlecap is the sum total of this collection; there is no need to collect any additional bottlecaps. 

Baxter in a box 


The kids made a little box fort (complete with chimney) and Baxter was IRATE when he discovered the cat sleeping there this morning. He rattled the box, saying, “It’s not for you!” 

When Spike made his escape, Baxter climbed in (backwards; it’s not even big enough for him to turn around in), and showed me how the intended used for this fort, which is obviously to shelter Baxters, not cats. 

Lazy Sunday morning with Legos 

  

The future 

The kids decided their professional goals over breakfast. Amelia is going to be a microbiologist, and Baxter is going to invent a microscope that can see inside of atoms.  Amelia will get the first microscope Baxter makes. 

 

Letter cards

 
Amelia came out of her room this morning with a set of “letter cards” she had made “for Baxter’s classroom.” I asked her how she imagined the kids in preschool using them, and as she tried to explain, I suggested she try to show Baxter how to use them. Hilarity ensued (for me at least). She’s ridiculously patient. An excerpt: 

Amelia: “Now I’m going to teach you some double sounds.”

Baxter: “Ugh, I don’t know ANY double sounds.”

Amelia: “That’s why I’m going to teach you.”

  
Another game she made up with the “letter cards”: 

She puts out three letters and explains to Baxter what they all are. Then she asks him to identify them back by asking, “Can you touch B? Can you blow a kiss to E? Can you sing C?” 

I think it’s interesting she wants to teach the kids letters because at their school, all the kids focus on phonemes first, not letters. 🙂 That said, phoneme cards might be harder to make than just a bunch of slips of paper with letter on them. 

Bax got silly pretty quick and the lesson devolved into play quite gracefully: 

“It’s not time to be silly right now, Bax. OK, you’ve had enough learning.”

Baxter gets political 

   
Evidently the kids have heard some discussion of the presidential election on the playground at school. Baxter told me this morning:

Mama, I hope that man who wants to build a wall around the world… loses, and then falls head-first into a prickle bush.

Then we had a short discussion about how wishing that bad things happen to people who make bad choices isn’t very kind. We finally agreed that we hope “that man” makes better choices and uses kinder words in the future. 

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