What you don't know about Dilophosaurs

Lizzie finished her Dilophosaurus report, and did better than most of Jeff's students (according to his information.) Here are her words about what she learned.

1. Daddy Dilophosaurs have double crest, but the Mommy Dilophosaurs doesn't.

2. When he tries to frighten someone he roars loudly and display his crest.

3. He is 20 ft tall. That's taller than two daddies.

4. He eats Meat, Elk, People, Hamburgers, and Deer. He doesn't make a good pet!

5. His bones are really, really old.

6. He walks on two legs, and grabs things with his claws.

7. He has sharp teeth and likes to eat meat. (On a side note, we recently heard this conversation: Rem: "We aren't meat." Lizzie: "Yes Rem! We ARE meat.")

8. His crest poke up, and looks like a cowboy hat.

Lizzie wore a cowboy hat for her presentation. We are so proud of our little scholar.

Remington Finds a Career as a Farmer

Our boy wants to be a farmer, or rather a consumer of farmed goods. Don't we all? Yesterday was a nice day, and Heather let the kids into the backyard to play. After a few minutes she overheard Lizzie say, "No Rem! Don't do that." Being the good mother that she is, she looked out the window to see what was going on. She saw Remington pulling up my freshly planted cabbages and tossing them away as he discovered that there were only roots and dirt to be found. She quickly went outside to get him to stop. When she asked him what he was doing he said, "I'm looking for carrots." Apparently he had watched an episode of Curious George earlier in the week where George had taken carrots from the fridge and replanted them for The Man in the Yellow Hat, who had just planted carrot seeds. I guess Remington figured George had done the same to our garden.

I came home from work later in the day and went outside to plant some more stuff. I had the water going in the potato rows and the kids were poking sticks into the mud. I told them not to get into the water or mud, but I didn't really care if they poked it with sticks. That's what mud is for...stick poking. Right?

I went on shoveling the compost and remembered hearing Remington sing a song about his shoe being stuck in the mud, but I wasn't really paying attention. It didn't register to me that he probably really was stuck in the mud. If there is mud a two year-old boy will get into it. It wasn't until Lizzie said, once again, "Hey Rem! Don't do that." She's always the big sister and I looked over to see Remington up to his knees in muddy spud rows singing his lost shoe song. One of his Crocks was floating down the row, and the other one was missing. I went over and pulled him from the mud and sure enough, his missing shoe was stuck in the mud underneath the water between the onions and potatoes. I put both of them out on the lawn and hosed them off. I think the spuds will be fine.