13 blocks tall!

13 blocks tall!
Here are some images I made of Ray Romano using various AI tools.
“Ray Romano Cartoon”
Is that a printer talking behind him?
“Ray Romano talking to a printer”
On one hand he has about 12 fingers, on the other he has none!
“Ray Romano eating a printer”
Enough said.
And finally…
“Ray Romano discovering dinosaurs for the first time”
“Look at these beautes'” – Ray, probably.
We found a broken football ball under our tree.
It had a large gaping hole and the outer layer was almost entirely gone.
We decided to play with it anyway!
Things you can do with a broken football ball:
We had some fun drawing silly things the other day. Here is what we came up with.
Over the holidays we got a new puzzle that has the main organs and circulatory system on one side and bones on the other side. After we finished putting it together, we devised a new game:
Race to the Place™!
How to play:
For example, the teacher would say “Race to the place….. the appendix!!”
Below you can see only two stuffies got it right.
I gotta say, I’m learning all my organs really well.
Might move on to the bones pretty soon.
I made a candy chute for Halloween this year and I thought it turned out pretty good:
What I used:
What I need to improve for next year:
Lately, we’ve been having a lot fun making shiny purple crabs out of play-doh. We also make frogs, snails, and the occasional poop because all kids love making play-doh poop and so do I. My daughter also invented what she calls a “Cinnamon Twist Hair” – which is when you put a cinnamon bun on an animals head as a haircut.
Pure genius.
Something I realized is that I’m constantly afraid of the play-doh sitting out too long and getting ruined, even though it’s only a $1 can (bottle? cylinder?). I have some sort of play-doh anxiety. While we’re playing I’m constantly checking for how it feels, alerting of hardening conditions, and recovering lost crumbs from the ground quickly.
As a kid, play-doh was this sort of “holy grail” of American Toys™. It wasn’t something you could find in a store, so we only got it when we travelled to the U.S. or if someone brought us some back as a gift. It was pretty rare stuff. We’d have 1 or 2 cans of play-doh that we’d have to make us last for 5+ years. I was so afraid of loosing a crumb or making it go stale that I just ended up never opening it.
One of my favourite gifts I received as a kid was from my mom just after I had gone through Tonsil surgery.
Post-It Notes.
When you’re a kid and you’ve never seen anything like a Post-It Note, it’s really magical. Colourful, square, sticky, paper?? I kept the Post-It’s for 14 years in a box of special things (until my dad tossed them, probably thinking they were garbage).
Sometimes I do have these strange bonds with mundane things like Post-Its and Play-Doh, and it can be hard to explain and it’s even hard to understand why those things still affect me much later in life. As odd as it seems, I like to think that it’s a reminder for me to keep learning to appreciate things that might seem minuscule to me but that in fact can be full of wonder and excitement.
Thanks for the Post-Its, Mom!