We were at the fantabulous Lawrence Hall of Science, atop the Berkeley hillsÂ yesterday — a place the girlie calls the “Lawrence Hollow Science,” and who’s going to have the heart to correct her? — and the kiddles couldn’t resist tucking over to the tyke-sized puppet show stage. Â
But instead of joining his older sister’s play, the lil’ peanut just put his puppet on and then simply stared, transfixed by the vision of a kid about his age having a fairly extended tantrum. I only pray he was not taking mental notes, but thinking instead: “Wow! Almost as bad as Sissy’s tantrum an hour ago, only he’s not throwing things at me!”
In other news, fantastic photogenic scenery shots outside the museum were foiled by the umpteenth inopportune iteration of a camera battery malfunctionÂ (here’sÂ one person’s view from there @ sunset; it’s easily the #1 view spot of SF and the Gate from the East Bay). Â I need to attend to this soon, since I only have so much archival photo stock to work with and we’re barely half-way through the photo-a-day month. Plus, I’m really quite fond of recording these people’s youthful development. Â Coupla years from now they’re going to turn around notice me and thrust out their hands at me — “No, Baba!” — and the jig will be up. Meanwhile, I’m about as rapt as this little guy is.
[It’sÂ A month o’ photosÂ at LD. Here for words only? Please check back in June 1.]
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Nah…he’s not taking notes. Really.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! (Grabs tufts of short-cropped hair — not an easy task — and rocks back & forth side to side).
He’s probably trying to figure out how to do it even better.
What’s with the battery?
Not sure how to best this kid’s performance, either. Top-notch. But I have confidence in my boy; he got a good healthy dose of his mama’s dramatic potential, let us say. As to the battery: old? Exhausted? That’s the best take. Like, these Li-ion batteries have only so many “miles” in ’em? I’ve been riding the bejeepers out of two of ’em (interchanging them) nearly daily for 4+ years. So. But tomorrow I haul boychild & camera to the camera shop for the doctors there to give me a diagnosis. Fingers crossed it’s not the actual camera, which would cost money that. We. Don’t. Have.
Just recently stumbled across your site – your children are beautiful. Tantrums are The Suck. And I’ll be reading more as I go, if that’s ok.
Welcome, everydaystrange, and ever so happy to have you read all over the place! And thanks for the tantrum sympathy. If I didn’t have them periodically (I blame the menopause!), I’d have even less patience with them.