NOW it's my birthday!

Our oldest son turns four tomorrow. We are celebrating his birthday today at "A Day Out With Thomas". This morning as he was getting dressed he said to his dad, "I need my Thomas underwear." After he put them on he proudly announced "Now it's my birthday!"

(And if anyone is thinking about giving me a hard time about celebrating his birthday a day early this year- I did go into labor on the 29th...it just took 41 hours for him to make his grand entrance.)

Crime and Punishment

Our sons have been playing with some die-cast airplanes lately- bombers to be exact. Our almost-four-year-old started out dropping "bombers" on the bad guys - then he switched to dropping webs (think Spiderman) "to bring back the bad guys and throw icky water on them."

I'll be sure to stay on my best behavior!

Just the Two of Us

My hopes for a family photo on Easter failed this year in spite of hauling my camera all over town with us. My last hope, a photo after lunch, failed when our oldest got grumpy ("I don't want to take a picture now") and his younger brother fell asleep in the car on the way home. Leave it to Brawny Baby (Mr. Easy-going) to oblige his mommy and have his picture taken - with a smile even after being woken up. Oh well, I guess 2 out of 5 family members is better than none at all.

Family Portrait

Artistic renderings of the family seem to be en-vogue lately at our house. I find this one more flattering than the last two. In case you don't recognize us: Mommy has the long neck, Daddy has the big head, the almost-four-year-old and two-year-old are up top, and Brawny Baby is the little one (lower right).

"The pig noses help you climb"

We just got the swing set installed, and our almost-four-year-old exclaimed with delight, "the pig noses help you climb!" My initial response was, "What??!!!" Then I looked at the knobs and huh, they DO kinda look like pig noses don't they???

London bridge is falling down...

Actually the boys call it a "tunnel" when one stands up and the other inches underneath. I think some retro-fitting is in order here.

Is there a doctor in the house?

This weekend, my almost-four-year-old and two-year-old were playing in the backyard together. My older son calmly came to the door and said, "Mom, I need a band-aid." So to verify the necessity I asked, "why do you need a band-aid?" His answer, "so my finger doesn't fall off."

Is it calloused that I laughed out loud at his response???? Just for the record, I did go see the paper-cut-like injury - and provided a Spiderman band-aid.