The boys are all about costumes and putting on shows right now. We finally broke out the Flip and documented their rendition of Robin Hood. Alex plays Robin Hood and James is Little John.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Distinction
James walked in on my cousin using the bathroom. And then stood there.
"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you," she said.
"You didn't scare me," he said. "You startled me."
"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you," she said.
"You didn't scare me," he said. "You startled me."
Thursday, October 25, 2007
The Jo Babies
A friend of ours gave us a baby swing her little ones had outgrown as our finally succumbed under Alex's weight. The swing came with a precious little mobile with three teddy bears hanging down. The mobile was quickly dismantled and Alex fell in love with these bears. He carried them around the living room, put them in the swing for a while, laid them down for a nap on the couch.
James picked up one of the bears and looked at it gingerly. Alex was about to throw a tantrum until James brought the bear over to me and said with gentle pride, "Look, Margaret! Here it is! My tummy baby popped out. It's name is Johanna." Hearing this, Alex put the other two bears under his shirt and rolled it so they would not fall out and ran around the room belly pooched out, pointing and laughing. James named Alex's babies Jomiah and Josiah. But James informed me that his bear is the FIRST Jo.
James then put some cushions by the swing, started pushing buttons on the side (no batteries yet) and said that he and the Jo babies are going on his motorcycle to the store to get only crackers and nothing else.
The next morning we put Evie in the swing for the first time. She really liked being on the same level as the boys. They took all of the new magnetic toys Alex got for his birthday and stuck them all over the frame of the swing. I think Evie felt that she was getting lots of attention because she was at the center of their play.
James picked up one of the bears and looked at it gingerly. Alex was about to throw a tantrum until James brought the bear over to me and said with gentle pride, "Look, Margaret! Here it is! My tummy baby popped out. It's name is Johanna." Hearing this, Alex put the other two bears under his shirt and rolled it so they would not fall out and ran around the room belly pooched out, pointing and laughing. James named Alex's babies Jomiah and Josiah. But James informed me that his bear is the FIRST Jo.
James then put some cushions by the swing, started pushing buttons on the side (no batteries yet) and said that he and the Jo babies are going on his motorcycle to the store to get only crackers and nothing else.
The next morning we put Evie in the swing for the first time. She really liked being on the same level as the boys. They took all of the new magnetic toys Alex got for his birthday and stuck them all over the frame of the swing. I think Evie felt that she was getting lots of attention because she was at the center of their play.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Pouring the Juice
I buy a very good-for-you green juice for the kids since getting James to try new things (such as veggies) is near impossible. They love it and love to pour their own cup full from the smallish bottle that fits just right in their hands.
Anyway, the other day I poured James, who was in quite the mood, a cup of green juice and offered it to him hoping that a drink or some food might remedy his out-of-sortsness. Wrong thing to do. It was promptly followed by a scream.
James: No! Pour it out! Pour it out!
Margaret: Okay, I'll get a glass and you can pour it into that and I'll drink it later.
J: No! Have to pour it in the sink! The sink! That's where its goin'! In the sink!
M: James, we don't pour good juice in the sink. Here is a glass. You can pour it.
J (moving to the fridge): No! Not a glass! Gonna pour it back into the bottle! Gonna get out the bottle and pour it back in!
M: I'm sorry, but we cannot pour juice back into the bottle. The only place we can pour it right now is into a glass.
J (looking at me defiantly): On my tongue! I'm gonna pour it on my tongue! Pourin' it out! Pourin' it out on my tongue!
And he continued to pour out all the juice onto his tongue. And down this throat. And into his stomach.
Anyway, the other day I poured James, who was in quite the mood, a cup of green juice and offered it to him hoping that a drink or some food might remedy his out-of-sortsness. Wrong thing to do. It was promptly followed by a scream.
James: No! Pour it out! Pour it out!
Margaret: Okay, I'll get a glass and you can pour it into that and I'll drink it later.
J: No! Have to pour it in the sink! The sink! That's where its goin'! In the sink!
M: James, we don't pour good juice in the sink. Here is a glass. You can pour it.
J (moving to the fridge): No! Not a glass! Gonna pour it back into the bottle! Gonna get out the bottle and pour it back in!
M: I'm sorry, but we cannot pour juice back into the bottle. The only place we can pour it right now is into a glass.
J (looking at me defiantly): On my tongue! I'm gonna pour it on my tongue! Pourin' it out! Pourin' it out on my tongue!
And he continued to pour out all the juice onto his tongue. And down this throat. And into his stomach.
Monday, September 3, 2007
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