Cubes of love

Calvin is a die hard red fan, as in the color. He doesn't understand why it's not everyone's favorite color, but he's trying to.

Calvin: Dad, your favorite color is blue, right?
Dad: Yes.
(Calvin thinking)
Calvin: How many more cubes of love does red need to win?

Biter Biscuit

A rite of passage in our home:




Malcolm has now experienced the joy, and incredible mess, of a biter biscuit. mmm.

Happy Halloween.

Noah was up too late last night partying at the primary's trunk-or-treat AND he had no nap today...
(Yes, these are the same costumes as last year but the boys wanted it that way. promise.)

It's a race, of course.

I arrived at Calvin's school yesterday morning just ahead of the bus. Seeing this, Calvin immediately demanded that I hurry and unbuckle him. Once freed, and with no goodbyes, he set off on a very brisk walk to the sidewalk.

I noticed him take a sideways glance at the three children getting off the bus, then all of a sudden he bolted into a sprint. He wasn't the only one. Right behind him was a cute little girl with pink bows and dark curls running faster than I would have guessed possible. As she started to catch up, my polite little boy stiff-armed her and upped his speed even more.

Noah, apparently watching as well, started calling from the window, "Go, Calvin, go!!" The sweet nun who was supposed to accompany them didn't even bother calling out, as they were too far ahead. Calvin managed to reach the door first and, with a single fist-pump, walked inside. I couldn't figure out what I had missed that started this.

When I picked Calvin up from school later that day, I asked him what happened this morning. His only reply, "I beat Emma".

to remember:

(pen just stopped writing)
Noah: Mom, this pen just ran out of crayon gas.

(after a soccer game to a girl on the opposing team)
Calvin: Hi. We dominated you.
Me: Calvin, you shouldn't say that.
Calvin: But mom, we dominated her off.

(yelling to a passing car while riding his bike)
Calvin: Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!
-Driver then stops, rolls down window-
Calvin: Excuse me, please don't crush me.

(in the car, out running errands)
Calvin: Mom, do you not know many things?
Me: Well, I know some things.
Calvn: Ok, good. Tell me them, I need to know everything you know.

(another backseat conversation overheard)
Calvin: I have a great idea, Noah. You can be my padawan. I'll be your master.
Noah: Ok, Calvin.
Calvin: No, no. You say "ok. MASTER"
Noah: Ok, Master.
Calvin: Good job, padawan.

Knoebles with the Stews'

Our good friends, the Stewarts, came to visit for the weekend. They have three boys as well, so needless to say, it was non-stop playtime for our little guys.

(safety first)

We visited Knoebles, the local amusement park. Thanks to their incredibly lax safety rules, all of the boys- even the two year old- were allowed to drive the go-carts and go on pretty much any ride they wanted... heaven for thrill-seeking little boys.

A big month for little Malcolm:

crawling.

teething (x2).

eating.

Little one, please slow down.

ps- yes, occasionally we clothe the poor child.