1. In the first picture you see Lucas in the midst of wunderball or whirling ballvish. He sits in this corner waiting to pounce. Then his Mama or Papi roll and bounce balls to him as he in turn catches them and rolls them back out. He prefers to have at least two balls going and can handle up to four. When there are four, he is constantly spinning and working hard enough to sweat and cause his father to sweat. It should be made known that he is quite content to do this non-stop for 30 minutes. The second shot above is a break in the action in which he subtlely tries to convey his distaste for Papi upsetting his rhythm.
2. My off days are Wednesdays and Saturdays. One of the few really treasured gifts we can give an exhausted Mama is a little bit of sleep-in time. It became apparent to me that this is when Man Training should occur in an intense format. I had initially planned to teach him the stereotypical fundamentals of Man World so that he doesn't get beat up at preschool (i.e., farting, burping, selective listening, etc). Much to my surprise and, I must sheepishly admit, pride, the boy already has those skills down. Actually, he could teach me a thing or two in a continuing education class of sorts.
So in place of that training we have trash time. My offdays happen to coincide with trash days. These trucks come by between 6:30-8am. On Wednesday we see two trucks and on Saturdays we see four trucks. One truck for each side of the street and on Saturday there are bonus recycling trucks as well. On a typical Saturday morning Lucas and I will be in the midst of some intense play, and then all of the sudden he starts flapping his arms like a duck and implores that he get picked up. We go to the porch window and try to wait patiently for the trash truck his sonic ears picked up a 1/2 block away. Then we delightedly watch the sanitation workers, and let the trucks bedazzle us with all of their entrancing lights and mechanisms.
Unfortunately, there is no picture of this moment because Mama is asleep, I am holding Lucas up to the window, and Lucas is NOT to be disturbed with taking a picture while the trucks are passing.
Balls and trucks. . . . I guess he was born all boy. Apparently, Man Training is not necessary with this one.
1. In the first picture you see Lucas in the midst of wunderball or whirling ballvish. He sits in this corner waiting to pounce. Then his Mama or Papi roll and bounce balls to him as he in turn catches them and rolls them back out. He prefers to have at least two balls going and can handle up to four. When there are four, he is constantly spinning and working hard enough to sweat and cause his father to sweat. It should be made known that he is quite content to do this non-stop for 30 minutes. The second shot above is a break in the action in which he subtlely tries to convey his distaste for Papi upsetting his rhythm.
