Mom, its what I do. I climb things.
.....I was informed of this when Bug was found sitting up in the cottonwood tree at his brother's game this evening.
Silly me. How could I have not known that? After all, this same evening he was also located on top of the dugout on the field behind ours, at the top of the fence on another field, and once again in a tree, only this one was at the other end of the field.
Last night, Bug wanted to cook dinner. By himself. With multiple ingredients. Fortunately, it was actually from a recipe.
He wanted to make chicken enchiladas. I said, Sure. Why not?
Now, before you get over-impressed here, the recipe book is titled Campbell's Fabulous One Dish Recipes (I apologize.... I've spent the last 15 minutes searching Google for a decent link to give appropriate credit, but everything I find has no image.). Its actually a great cookbook for people like me, who hate to cook and want it as easy as possible; and for beginning cooks like Bug.
He did every step on his own. He read the recipe. He followed the directions. He measured the ingredients. He rolled each enchilada himself. And you know what? He really did a great job on them! Even Jock liked them, and he is consistently predisposed to being adamantly against anything his brother does.
And now? He's walking around the house calling himself "Chef Bug". (Ok, so when he says it, he actually uses his real name.... you all know how he feels about my calling him "Bug" here.)
On Sunday night, Bug spent the better portion of the evening working on his Tech Deck skateboard. With a teeny, tiny screwdriver. He took it completely apart, put it back together, and declared it ALL.WRONG. Apparently, he couldn't get the wheels just right.
And proceeded to do it all again. Several times. Until at one point, he finally looked up at me from the floor and decreed....
I think it will make a better snowboard.
He works with tools.
Its what he does.
Apparently I'm raising a renaissance man.