I love me

A proud moment for any parent

Banana hat

No idea. Just looked up and this is what I found.

Superhero of the Earth

Evan's theme song for the past couple of the months is, "Superhero of the Earth." Don't go Googling it-- it's an original creation. And it only contains one verse: "I'm the Superhero of the Earrrr-earrrr-earr-th" wash, rinse, repeat. This past week, he has particularly enjoyed singing it at the TOP of his lungs while pounding a tribal beat on his drums. We joke that the Cherokee blood in Jason's family is shining through... very loudly.

Kids are funny - Reason #256

Scene: Me with the kids, driving in the car.

Evan: Mom, when I turn 10, I don't want to have beer or tomatoes... or lettuce.
Me: Ok, you don't have to.

So many thoughts on this one...
Clearly, Evan's picked up on our staple diet of Bud Light and salad!
Is 10 the new 21?
Who in their right mind would group beer in the same category as vegetables? Not me, no sir!

Brothers and the games they play

A conversation between brothers

Overheard (by me) while driving on our golf cart today:

Evan: Hey Grant, you know what?
Grant: Um, yeah?
Evan: Birds have white poop!
Grant: White poop, yuck!
Evan: Yeah, white poop!

New yard, take 2

Despite the fact that we laid sod in our back yard just a mere 3 years ago, we thought it would be fun to do it again. For a variety of reasons (we were backyard novices), our sod died. So this weekend, amid the rain and thunderstorms, we laid 5 new palettes of Bermuda grass. Up to this point, our back yard has been nothing but dirt and a scattering of weeds, Which means, every time we went outside, the boys would become so dirty that they required a deep clean scrub in the tub. So, the idea was that with new grass, like this:

the boys would play in the grass and not the dirt. Except, children will do what children want to do... which is play in the dirt-- even with 2,500 square feet of sod:

And so, we're back to taking baths immediately after playing in the back yard. This is going to be a long summer. (Until we get seed in the remaining dirt patch-- we were 1 palette short)

For those interested, a few more shots of the updates in the back yard:

Kids are strange, but entertaining

What is Grant doing here? Feeding himself Goldfish crackers ("fi-cackers") while wearing a potholder. I missed the shot where he tries to feed Bullit a cracker with his potholder. He's also wearing a giant sticker on one hand (from a visit to the dr.). He insists that all stickers must be worn on his hand, no matter how big.

One sock off

Every day for the past two months, at least, Evan wakes up from his nap with one sock on and one sock off. And it's on the same foot -- the right. When I first started asking him why he takes one sock off, Evan didn't have much of an [intelligible] response. Now, he says, "Because this one (the left foot) is cold, and this one (the right) is not."

Ask a stupid question...

Pop go the weasels

What am I to make of this?

For the last half hour, Evan has been playing with his blocks, building creative structures and what-not. However, he keeps saying that he's building a spirit for his "exersinement/exercise." Does he mean exorcism? Maybe I'm reading too far into this, but nevertheless -- weird. Mental note: make sure we keep better tabs on Evan's TV viewing habits.

Special slippers

Now that the weather has cooled down, it's once again slipper season (especially on our tile floors!). I took Evan out shopping for a new pair of slippers. He was really excited -- another demonstration of how easy it is to please a 3 year old. He wanted to wear them in the store. I compromised; he wore them once we were in the car. And all day long, he talked about his slippers, showed them to me, showed them to Grant, showed them to Jason. And when Jason and I went to check in on him before turning in, this is what we found:

Concentration

I've noticed with Grant that the more difficult a task becomes, the wider he opens his mouth. See below.

Edited to add: Grant now completes this task effortlessly. And thank goodness! Do you know how tough it is to watch someone struggle with something and not just reach in and do it for them?!

Strange questions that Evan asks... over and over again

Do they have a vacuum in their pool?

Do they have a radio in their golf cart?

Do they have a garage?



"They" being whoever's pool/golf cart/house we happen to see at any given time.

The letter Z

For a few nights in a row earlier this week, Evan snuggled up with his most favored "ni-night bear"... and the letter Z. Upon request. "Mom, I need to sleep with the letter Z!"