Friday, September 19, 2014

Crazy Monkey-Boy

LittleNortherner has to take a bath every night. NorthernDaddy supervises bath time, making sure that the little one scrubs his face and remembers to use soap (dude, the dirt doesn't just fall off when you hop in a tub of water).  When it's time to pull the stopper out of the tub and get out to dry off, that's the end of Daddy's tour of duty. LittleNortherner is left on his own to towel off, get his pajamas on, and brush his teeth.
 
Most of the time, this daily task is simply a boring (but necessary) routine.
 
Other times,....

 
...other times, insane things happen.
 
Apparently, LittleNortherner got bored with his towel hook located on the back of the bathroom door. He decided it was too "ordinary" and didn't require imagination or adventure to use that hook. He decided to use the other hook. The one eight feet off the ground that usually holds a hanging flower basket. Getting all 'CSI' on the crime scene, NorthernMommy and Daddy determined that LittleNortherner had to climb onto the seat of the toilet, then step up onto the toilet tank, and then - because he just couldn't stretch all the way - ease his way up onto the window sill in order to hook his towel up there.
 
Experts say that eighty percent of household accidents occur in the bathroom. (The other twenty percent involve NorthernDaddy, bacon grease, and kitchens, but those incidences are for other blog posts - not this one!) Looking at the crazy monkey-boy's stunts, it's not hard to see why...
 
 
 
 
 

It's a Frog

 
LittleNortherner drew this:
 
 
...and claims it is a frog.
 
 
NorthernDaddy doesn't think it looks like a frog.
 
Whatever it is, NorthernDaddy is being sure to take a flashlight with him during evening chores - just in case one of these things is running around out in the woods....
 
 
 


Thursday, September 18, 2014

So Very Vermont

 
This showed up in NorthernDaddy's refrigerator no so long ago...
 
 
Maple-flavored milk. Let it be said again... M A P L E flavored milk. NorthernDaddy had never seen this stuff until he found it parked in his fridge. Seemed kind of weird, but then again, NorthernDaddy should not have been too surprised that in the land of maple syrup, maple candy, maple ice cream, maple granola, maple applesauce, and even maple vodka, that there would be maple-flavored milk.
 
In true Vermont fashion, this milk was organic (from grass-grazed cows) and flavored by organic maple syrup (one might argue that all maple syrup is organic).
 
Gotta love Vermont.
 
Thinking about it, with all of the dairy farms and sugar houses in the state, the only thing that could be more "Vermont-y" than maple milk would be a grizzled old flannel-wearing farmer using his rusty tractor to pull a stuck Subaru out of a rutted dirt road during Mud Season.
 
NorthernDaddy just hopes that the farmer is enjoying a glass of maple-flavored milk while he does it....