dinner

Me:  What do you want for dinner nuggets or cheeseburger?

A:  cheeseburger with nuggets

Me:  which one?

A:  cheeseburger with some nuggets

Me:  A you only get one...which do you want?

A: I want both

Me:  You can only get one.  Nuggets or cheeseburger?

A:  But I am so hungry that I need both

TMI

If you're your a regular reader than you know that A likes to talk about his poop.  Its shape.  Its size. All of it is fair game.  I was in the kitchen, washing a dish when I heard

A:  Jess I went poop!

Me:  Are you finished?  Sometimes he will call me in to the bathroom before he is done and makes me stand there and wait. 

A:  Yeah,  I just went two rabbit poops.

Me:  What?!

A:  I just went two little rabbit poops.  That's what you call little poops...rabbit poops

what happened?

There is a movie theater in town that shows $1 kid's movies on Tuesday and Wednesdays all summer.  They are all older ones, but it is still nice to get out of the house and do something.  So today we went to see How to Train Your Dragon.  The boys own it, so they have seen it many many many times before.  Which is good.  If any of you have watched a movie with a child who has never seen it before, you know they ask questions non-stop.  But, alas, A did ask questions throughout the entire movie, even though he knew all the answers. 

Anyhoo....at one point he says to me "ow!  kiss my finger."  So I kiss it only to realize that his finger is dripping with spit.

Me:  Eww!  Did you lick your finger?

A: no

Me:  Why is it all wet?  Don't put your fingers in your mouth.  What happened?

A:  My teeth bit my finger

say wha???

A has what I like to call the 3 year old speech impediment.   It's mostly blends he has trouble with.  And that is not uncommon for 3-5 year olds.   Most times I can decipher what the hell he is trying to tell me.  Other times....what he says sounds like other words, real words.   Sometimes A wants to put on his "fiderman" (spiderman) costume.  One time he asked me where the "shaper" (scraper) was.  Now if you can figure that out on the first try. . .kudos to you. 

The boys love to play with water and it's nice to give them a job to do so today we were washing some outside toys.  Finally go to their bikes and A says, "We gotta wash our bikes cause Mommy says they are 'effensive'"

Me:  They're what??

A:  Effensive

Me:  They're offensive?

A:  No effensive

It took me awhile, but I finally got it.  Their bikes were expensive.

and the nanny of the year award goes to. . .

. . .me!!

They belong to a pool and tennis club; and after a week of taking the boys to swim lessons there, I felt comfortable enough with the layout and staff to take them there for a the day.  Neither of the boys can actually swim.  J can touch with no problems and A can just about touch but can't really walk around in the water.  They both hate to get their faces wet or go underwater. I watched them "jump" off the side of the pool with their swim instructor all week. Really it was them holding on to her hands and falling into her. I was having them actually jump off the side of the pool and into my arms.  I contemplated not catching them so they could see that going under isn't all that bad, but I knew doing that would ruin any trust I had built.  So I kept telling them "I'll catch you.  Have I ever dropped you??  Will I start now?"  They both did a good job jumping while holding my hands.  Then A jumped into my arms and we were all excited that he did it and was such a brave boy.  Then what did I do?  I let go of him.  And what did he do?  He sunk to the bottom.  After some major tears, I convinced him that it was such a cool thing.  He got to go underwater. J didn't get to do that.  J was too scared to do that, A was so brave.  He then started to brag to J that he got to go underwater. 



I'll take my trophy now



pardon my non sequitur

Heads up: this is not something funny the boys said.

I'm not one for pubic displays of opinions and feelings via social networks. It's your birthday?... I'll stop by your wall.  You just got engaged/married/pregnant?...you may get a congrats from me.  Gay marriage is legal in my state?...oh I turned around and made it about me getting to wear more pretty dresses to more weddings. 

But I have to get it off my chest how sad and disgusted I am about the Casey Anthony verdict (and side bar: the verdict was the afternoon and wikipedia already updated the page...I'm disgusted by that too).  The boys* aren't even my kids and I would be a complete mess if one of them ever EVER went missing.  If it was on my watch, forgetaboutit.  Even if (and that's a HUGE if) she didn't do it...SHE DIDN'T REPORT HER CHILD MISSING FOR 30 DAYS PEOPLE!!!!!  How can 12 people not see that she deserves to be punished??  I don't get it and that makes me sad.

*and when I say boys I really do mean all the kids, it just that boys and I "do" stuff together and, for now, BabyGirl is just along for the ride

that's not playing!!!!!

The boys were showing me how they could make Eiffel Towers with plastic cups. 

A kept building his too close to BabyGirl and I kept telling him t=that she was going to knock it over.  Finally she did and he got upset

A:  She knocked it over!!!

Me:  I told you she would.  That's what babies do.  She just wants to play.

A:  That's not playing!!! That's knocking over!!