I've started keeping track of the funny things Julian says. I think
age three delivers some of the best quotes you'll hear in a day. Some
recent gems include:
"Mama, do you mind if I wipe snot on the couch?"
After explaining we might not do
all the fun things at the zoo since some cost money...
"But the BANK has money!" (Why didn't I think of that?)
To me, out of nowhere:
"Thank you for making this beautiful house!"
"I want to go back to my house and never, never see other people again." (Who hasn't felt that way before?)
"Hey, I just realized I could be a doctor!"
"My Daddy is a great man. I love him very much."
"Hey Mama, I want the red bike!" (I ask if he can use the one we already have out instead.)
"Well that is a great idea, but...I want the red one."
He
has a lot to say and it varies from adorable, funny, to completely
inappropriate. You never quite know what you're going to get when he
opens his mouth. It's kinda great.
Dreaming up all those great soundbites.
Miss
Evie is doing it all herself these days -- she is quite independent.
She gets mad if you try to hold her hand when she's busy go-going. She
is positively incensed if you put her in a shopping cart. Girl has
places to go, people to wave at, and she'll be darned if she's going to
be slowed down by some controlling adult.
But
there are some pluses to her new autonomy. For instance, she's climbing
up into the van and into her carseat by herself these days. That might
not seem like a huge deal, but believe me, it is. When Momma's got her
arms full and all I have to do is get both doors open, unload my stuff
in the car, and I've got two kids sitting and waiting in their seats to
be buckled in...well, that's just awesome.
What's
not awesome is when said kids are climbing over the seats like mountain
goats, honking the horn, simultaneously turning on the hazards,
blinker, and wipers, and just generally turning the van into an obstacle
course. But we're about 50/50, so I'll take what I can get.
Being Kitties
Julian
started tee-ball this week and is pretty excited about it. He gets to
play on the same team as his cousin Cam and has Uncle Kyle for a coach.
We had our first practice Monday night and it was a goat rodeo, as you
can imagine. Trying to wrangle and instruct a team of 3- and 4-year-olds
requires a lot of patience and a lot of repeating yourself. Mitch
jumped in to help out and even with three coaches, I felt a little sorry
for them.
I
will say though, both Julian and Cam listened and followed directions
very well. They worked on catching grounders, hitting the ball, and
(everyone's favorite) running the bases.
Got his eye on the ball!
For
her part, Evie was a bit miffed she wasn't allowed out on the field
with the boys. She carried a glove around, just waiting to be asked to
join in. But she was willing to keep busy running around and playing in
the volleyball sand instead.
Who's gonna be the one to break the news to her?
Harumph.
This is her little "maybe-not-gonna-listen-maybe-gonna-run-laughing-in-the-other-direction" face.
Mimi's always good for some entertainment!
J was practically bouncing off the walls in anticipation of
his next tee-ball practice. I think he's most pumped about being a part of a
team. He keeps asking me, "What does
team mean?"
Speaking
of questions, J has had some great ones lately. He has some really good
scientific explorations in his head that I'll admit I sometimes I don't
know the answer to.
"Mama, how does the light turn on?"
"Why does the light bulb get hot?"
"Yeah, but how does the energy come out?"
"What makes tape sticky?"
"Do geese like chocolate?"
Sometimes I can only answer with, "Good question buddy, I don't know. We'll have to Google that."
Bike Shop
One of our most recent conversations was about babies and
how they come out.
Well, after hearing Aunt Amanda's simple explanation to Cam, I followed
the same route. Told him how they gave Mommy medicine so I couldn't
feel anything and then cut my tummy open to take him out. I showed him
my scar and answered a million and one more questions about the whole
thing.
My best friend Jenny just had her baby last
week and Julian's first question after seeing a picture of the new
little one was: "What color was the knife they used?"
His second comment was: "Can I see all the blood the baby was swimming in?"
Yikes. That one I can explain...
That
was from another discussion about what it's like inside a mommy's tummy
for a baby. I said it was kind of like swimming and he asked what color
it was in there. Well, I said red because of the blood inside the
mommy's body. So he translated that into
babies swim in blood. Amazingly, no nightmares about this yet.
(Warning: rough segue ahead.)
And
speaking of swimming (told you)...my kids are loving the water this
summer. Evie especially is such a little water baby. First, I got a
water table for the backyard.
Then Daddy set up a little pool at the end of the slide.
But he dreams big and suddenly the sprinkler was zip-tied to the top of
the swing set, spraying down the slide. Then Aunt Anne got us a bigger
pool.
Our
backyard is pretty much a redneck water park. The kids have been
soaking
wet by 10am nearly every warm day. But thankfully, after lots of work,
Grandma and Papa's pool is finally ready for the summer. I'm sure we'll
be spending most of our summer swimming whenever we can.
Next
week, we're heading on an adventure to the UP. Mitch is presenting at a
conference in Marquette and we get to tag along. This will be our
longest drive yet with the kids, but thankfully, we're breaking the
8-hour drive into two days. We'll stay halfway at a bridgeside hotel in
Mackinaw and then at a little cottage right on Lake Superior. I'm sure
I'll snap a couple pics here and there (read: 2,000 or so).