Hallo, Pooh,” he said. “How’s things?”
“Terrible and Sad,” said Pooh, “because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine, has lost his tail. And he’s Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me how to find it for him?”
“Well,” said Owl, “the customary procedure in such cases is as follows.”
“What does Crustimoney Proseedcake mean?” said Pooh. “For I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words Bother me.”
Iver has been laser focused on this particular chapter of Winnie-the-Pooh (Chapter IV, In Which Eeyore Loses a Tail and Pooh Finds One). Repetition is not something I cherish in bedtime stories, but I know it’s huge for kids and he laughs at Crustimoney Proceedcake every time we read it.
The fine folks at Twitch are doing a Mister Rogers Neighborhood marathon – nearly 900 episodes dating back to 1968. We’ve watched a few and while they won’t win any technical awards the content has aged quite well.
Been getting some spring house projects checked off the list – the basement has a floor and functioning bathroom again! Gearing up for The Great Garage Sort of 2017. Should be fun/terrible.
Our rhubarb has been a little more prolific this year than recent history, so I’ve made a couple small batches of sauce. Iver seems to enjoy it as well! Now that the leaves on the trees are pretty much fully in I’m guessing our luck has run out. Oh well.
The Twins continue to impress. They’ve had a fairly light schedule so far, so who knows how long this will last, but it’s been nice not to have last year’s dumpster fire repeated.
Here we have Iver finding our old Guitar Hero guitar
Here’s a selfie with all of Iver’s “friends and relations” as we get ready for a bedtime reading of Pooh:As you can see there is barely room for all of us.
Here we have a lovely chair fort:
And here is a sleeping child:
I want to be this cool some day.
That’s all this time, folks!