Sunday, September 6, 2009

A little sensitive...

While it's true, little boys are mainly made up of snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails; there is also a very sweet, sensitive side to them... that seems to come out mainly when daddy isn't around:

Today I made the mistake of letting Calvin watch Charlotte's Web. As the movie ended, he came up from the basement sobbing. Alarmed at first, all I could make out in between tears was something about his "heart hurting". Eventually, he was able to explain that Charlotte died, and it just "hurt his heart so much", it took him-seriously- twenty minutes and a chocolate brownie to get over it... please, no one mention this movie around him.

Little Noah is a sweet mix of sensitivity and stubbornness. He adores Malcolm, and cannot bear to see him crying. Yesterday, I pulled up to a friend's house to drop him off for a playdate, which he'd been excited about all day. Malcolm was crying in the car, and I had planned to just leave him there while I quickly ran Noah to the door. Noah threw an absolute fit. He dropped to the ground and refused to go near his friend's house until I picked up Malcolm and got him to stop crying. Seeing that his little brother was happy once again, he quickly waved goodbye and sprinted away.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

DAY of school

As you may be able to tell from the lighting here, Calvin awoke bright and very early for the first day of kindergarten (Daddy was still home to take the picture).

I woke him up the following morning, saying it was time for school. With a confused look on his face, he asked, "Again?"