Silly me!
I have no idea who did that....
At least he cleans up well!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Boys will be boys
Boys like to play, love open space and need their brothers!
They need someone to throw a ball at with, someone to chase around and then when caught, wrestle to the ground and lovingly exclaim, I WIN!
Brycen has each of his brothers wrapped around his finger
for now anyway!
You don't talk, Perry!
A trip to Target went bad, bad, bad. Well, just bad, bad because technically it was 2 of my boys that made me feel like I was shopping with 20. The penalty is no more video games for the rest of the summer! After a handful of warnings, it came to that - again. Video games are like having Pop tarts in the house. It doesn't matter what organic fruits or nutritional foods I have readily available. If there is a darn box of Pop tarts (or Tyler’s cookies, since he can’t have them) it's all they can think of! It's addictive and I think that it should be an occasional treat, not a need. It’s a privilege not a necessity and boy do they hear that a lot! So instead of preaching about it, the video gaming systems are going back in our closet and those darn BOGO Pop tarts have got to go too!
So this sparked a conversation on the way home. It started like this, “WHAT can WE do NOW!” My creative Dylan decided that he and Tyler should be Phineas and Ferb for the rest of the summer. For those of you who are not familiar with the current Disney cartoon, they are brothers who are determined to invent, build, perform, travel and so forth, to as many places as they can over summer break. They also have a pet platypus named Perry.
Dylan and Tyler declared that they would be Phineas and Ferb. They let Cayden be Perry. I pulled into the driveway and Phineas and Ferb leaped from the car (I was still parking!) and ran into the garage. They started rummaging through scraps of wood, tools, nails - WHOA! I asked them to go inside and draw what they would like to create and to make sure it had a purpose. Okay, that stall tactic (I had a little guy I had to lay down for a nap and plus I would much prefer Todd to handle this one...) worked.
They barged into the house gathering paper, crayons, a hammer, pliers and crackers. All the necessities I guess. They collaborated on some ideas, worked independently on others. But every time three year old Cayden tried to put in his two sense, they shout at him, "Perry, you don't talk!" My poor little blonde platypus. He didn't mind though, he was happy with an air pump he found as he banged it, repetitively, on one of the babies toys. He kept his lips sealed as he made happy, muffled, platypus sounds.
Todd will be thrilled when he comes home to find out they will be building: a car with a hand on the front of the hood that has fire blast out of the back, a car that is activated by the touch of a button that has a castle built on top of it and a lap top holder. We don’t own a lap top. Must be a hint for the purchase of another electronic…
So this sparked a conversation on the way home. It started like this, “WHAT can WE do NOW!” My creative Dylan decided that he and Tyler should be Phineas and Ferb for the rest of the summer. For those of you who are not familiar with the current Disney cartoon, they are brothers who are determined to invent, build, perform, travel and so forth, to as many places as they can over summer break. They also have a pet platypus named Perry.
Dylan and Tyler declared that they would be Phineas and Ferb. They let Cayden be Perry. I pulled into the driveway and Phineas and Ferb leaped from the car (I was still parking!) and ran into the garage. They started rummaging through scraps of wood, tools, nails - WHOA! I asked them to go inside and draw what they would like to create and to make sure it had a purpose. Okay, that stall tactic (I had a little guy I had to lay down for a nap and plus I would much prefer Todd to handle this one...) worked.
They barged into the house gathering paper, crayons, a hammer, pliers and crackers. All the necessities I guess. They collaborated on some ideas, worked independently on others. But every time three year old Cayden tried to put in his two sense, they shout at him, "Perry, you don't talk!" My poor little blonde platypus. He didn't mind though, he was happy with an air pump he found as he banged it, repetitively, on one of the babies toys. He kept his lips sealed as he made happy, muffled, platypus sounds.
Todd will be thrilled when he comes home to find out they will be building: a car with a hand on the front of the hood that has fire blast out of the back, a car that is activated by the touch of a button that has a castle built on top of it and a lap top holder. We don’t own a lap top. Must be a hint for the purchase of another electronic…
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Where did my baby go?
Last night I went to the store.
ALONE.
My husband happily takes care of our boys and has only ONE rule.
He gets to do things his way.
No biggie, we are often on the same page.
I came home at 8:30pm, the boys where bathed and sweetly tucked into their beds.
I came home at 8:30pm, the boys where bathed and sweetly tucked into their beds.
Doesn't get better than that!
I only have one question for you honey.
Where did my baby go?
An idea of what Brycen looked like before I left.
A much older version of Brycen was found this morning.
An idea of what Brycen looked like before I left.
A much older version of Brycen was found this morning.
Bubbles = Smiles
Give my 3 year old a sink full of bubbles and some plastic dishes and I have one happy little guy!
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