fashionistas

This morning I decided to wear a denim shirt and it brought about some comments from the peanut gallery.

I: That shirt is like my pants.
J: I know. Cool, huh?
T: It's like jeans! I want a shirt like that when I get big!

For having 2 boys, I get an awful lot of fashion comments and advice. It's not unusual for Isaac in particular to ask "Why you wear dat?". I mean, should I have to defend my wardrobe to a 3 year old boy? Oh well...they won't notice or care in a few more years!

self-confidence

I'm happy to report that I have, so far, instilled self-confidence into Isaac. Yesterday evening, he was coloring in a coloring book and as he was working on his second masterpiece, he said "I'm kinda good at this." I, of course, agreed. Then, as he was working on his third, he said, "I'm great at this." Again, I had to agree.

2 ends of the spectrum

Today was the first day Timothy said what he wanted to be when he "got big".

T: I want to be a hospital worker when I get big.
J: Like a doctor?
T: Yeah.
J: That's a good thing to want to be.
T: Do you want to be a doctor?
J: No way!
T: Why?
J: I don't like all the blood and gross stuff.
T: I wish I could cook stuff and be 5 years old. (?)
J: You know you could do that too when you get big - work in a restaurant and cook for people.
T: Nah.
(5 second pause)
T: I want to work at McDonalds!!
I just laugh.
T: Actually, I need to think about Wendy's or McDonalds. Yeah, McDonald's.

love and hate

Isaac's new thing is telling people he hates them. I don't like it, but I don't make a huge deal because I know he just wants the reaction - on top of the fact that I am positive that it's not true. Last night, as usual, he was still awake 2 hours after I put him in bed. He kept talking and I kept telling him not to, and I got an "I hate you." He doesn't even say it in a mean way, so it's totally ridiculous. A few minutes later, I was getting some dessert and he said from his bed, "I'm still hungry!" He did eat all his dinner, so I told him he could come have a few cookies. As we were standing in the kitchen, he said:
"I like you"
"But you just said you hated me."
"I know."
"That hurts my feelings when you say that."
"I know. But I like you now."
Such a fairweather friend!

The boys new insult to each other (and me) is "Baby!" Whenever anyone does something they don't like, you hear them call someone a "Baby!" What's funny, is now when other people irritate me, I think in my head "Baby!". Lord help me.

best friends

Tonight we were eating dinner at my dad's house. While I was filling my plate in the kitchen, the boys and Grandpa were already eating at the table. Isaac, as usual, was messing around and not eating, so my dad got onto him and told him to start eating...so Isaac told him, "I'm not your best friend, Grandpa." It was so funny.

As promised, here are the pictures of Fozzie, post-haircut. He is half the size, but twice as adorable.

Again, before:

And, after:

I mean, can you believe that?!?! I've never seen such a makeover on a dog! I was worried he would look totally wierd, but he is PRECIOUS!

No new Kindergarten news - they did scooters in P.E. today - let's hope he doesn't do what his dad did in 8th grade and dive on a scooter, break his jaw, and have to get his mouth wired shut.
For fun, here are comparisons of Timothy last year and this year.

We also went to the zoo yesterday and I have to share this picture. Check out the sheep's tongue!

Yowza!

Isaac is trying to maintain a conversation with me even though he is in bed and should not be talking:

I: "Where are you?"

J: "Don't worry about what I'm doing."

I: "I do!"

That's SO his dad! Just plainly stating that he will be in your business. :)

First day of Kindergarten

Tim had a great first day of Kindergarten. In our discussion, he was telling me how they made a sunflower "WITH REAL SEEDS!!" Then he asked me if I knew what the outside of a sunflower seed tastes like. Of course, I asked what? "STICK!" I laughed and he said "It does! It tastes like stick!"

He found a new friend, which is nice since he didn't have any of his existing friends in his class. He was also pretty jazzed about P.E. - no surprise there. The played "Freeze" and then melted onto the gym floor. Sounds fun to me...

A day in the life...

The evenings always start out pretty tame and escalate to the point that I send them to bed and do not want to hear their voices anymore. For example, today when I was changing clothes after getting home from work and Isaac asked why I was putting on a baseball shirt (His favorite shirts are anything to do with baseball). I said because I like it - you have one on too. And he said, "I know. We're best friends."

Then, as I prepare dinner, this, or something like this, goes on:

Tim is watching Spongebob, Isaac is shooting his dart gun at the front window and then jumping off the couch to retrieve the darts.

Almost got it...

Just missed...try again.

Got it that time! For those of you that don't know, this is what little boys do. They continually hurl themselves off of stationary objects.

Eventually, something happens and the calm co-existance escalates into some sort of battle that forces me out of the kitchen in order to send someone to their room. I don't really care who, as long as the madness stops! Battle cries seen here:

And here:

Isaac gets sent to his room, but still has it in him to smile for the camera.

Because it's summer, they can go play outside with the neighbor girls until bath and or bed time. This is nice, but actually, more tattling than usual goes on because one of the girls comes in to tell on the boys...alot.

Bath time will be extra fun tonight because I have a 3rd customer - Fozzie. He has a strong dingleberry odor coming from his backside that must be addressed. He is going to the groomer on Saturday - most likely he will be shaved because he is matted in several places - I swear I'm not a bad dog mom - I must be using the wrong kind of brush... Anyway, at least this will solve the dingleberry problem for a while. Here is his before shot:

Stay tuned for the after shot...

Alas, the fun that is now all mine will soon be shared since Paul starts his 1st shift job on the 25th. It hasn't been all bad, after all they do have their redeeming moments:

Classic Isaac

This morning, Isaac was lying in my bed while I was getting ready. I came out to tickle him because his laugh is irresistable. After he got done laughing, he said
"I farted."
and then
"I like you."

Ah, boys.

More bedtime drama...

I: Mom, can I sleep with you?
J: No
I: Why?
J: Because you crowd me and kick me
I: Is Timmy sleeping with you?
J: No
I: But I'm a wittle boy!

Warning! Disgusting!

So, it's part of my life that the boys describe things they left behind in the toilet. The more odd, the more excited they are...

T: "Mom - guess what! Isaac pooped today and it was a big pile of sand with corn in it! A volcano!"

J: "Wow..."

Isaac just grinned from ear to ear and said, "Yeah, a volcano..." in awe of himself.

I know it's gross, but this is my life and I must record it.