Lindgren Family Adventures: January 2015

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After buying a cute little mill house in Five Points, renovating it and thinking we would never live anywhere else we decided to move. To a rancher. A pink rancher. So not us. But, it will be, with time, elbow grease and good contractors! From the first time we walked in the front door we knew we were home. The new house is right around the corner from my parent's house where I grew up. We are so excited for Matthew and Charlotte to grow up here, riding bikes, going to the pool, playing in the woods... my childhood was filled with freedom and wonder allowed by a safe neighborhood that I could explore and make my place in the world. I am thrilled we can give that to our children.

These days our blog is filled with the adventures of Mateo and Charlotte...mixed in with a few home projects and recipes. But mostly the kids take front and center. Join us on the adventure!

11.1.15

Planets!

The past couple of days we have been focusing on planets. Books. Videos. The moon light in Matthew's room. The rocket toys we got for Christmas. So this morning we headed to the Space and Rocket Center.

When we got to the kids play area, complete with a space ship and lunar landing slide, Matthew and Charlotte spent quite a while acting out their own space mission. It is awesome to see their minds come alive. They travelled to Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn before returning back to earth.

Then we set off to watch the test launch and explore the Davidson Center.

Matthew is always enthralled by the test launch.

These are the engines that are being tested in the exhibit.

When it was over Charlotte asked for "more"

He is so much like me...

And I am not so sure that is a good thing. Tonight, he was tired and misbehaving and it was time to go to bed. He usually gets to pick a few toys to take with him but because he was misbehaving that privilege was not available. But there was a box of toys already in his room that he was more than welcome to. I gave him the box, he kept screaming he didn't want it and so I said: I love you. Good night.

A few minutes later I hear his door open, a loud rustle and thud, then his door slam shut. When I go to see what had happened I am encountered with this:

See that little bucket on the floor. He had promptly expelled the toys I allotted him. I don't know that I have words to explain this, but I get it. This is something I would do.

Oh, Mercy.

But then he says "I love you, Mommy" and my heart melts.