Noah's near death experience

Picking up Noah from school the other day, I noticed he still had an unopened granola bar from his lunch. As he climbed in the back, I instructed him not to open it in the car because of the mess the crumbs would make.

Three minutes later, we arrived home. I opened his door and saw a now empty granola bar wrapper on the seat. Before I could say anything, he defended his action with the most serious face he could manage:

Mom, I was ACTUALLY starving. And I didn't want to die.

the end of bikini season

Driving home from soccer practice a few weeks ago, Calvin was lamenting the fact that he hadn't been fishing in a while:

"Mom, Dad promised me he'd take me fishing again and he hasn't yet."

"He just took you last week on our trip to Missouri."

"Well, I meant here. We haven't gone here yet and it's already the end of bikini season."

"... the end of what?"

"Mom, the end of bikini season- it means summer."

"Well, ... let's just say 'summer'."

how to deal with it

While I was reading the other night, Calvin was watching a National Geographic special on the oceans. At some point they started a segment on orca whales, and Calvin turned to me excitedly to inform me that they "had no enemies," would "jump out of the water onto ice to eat seals," and "wouldn't be afraid of humans." 

 After some thought, he said, "Dad, I know how to stop them." When I asked him what he had in mind, he stated very confidently, "land mines."

the binky fairy

There is a binky fairy in our house. If I leave Theo unattended for even a moment, without fail, I return to find a binky in his mouth and a blanket neatly tucked around him.

Though I've never seen him in action, I'm pretty sure I know which sweet little boy to pin this on:

Determined.

(mission: sandcastle)

Malcolm is a force to be reckoned with. Maybe it's a 3rd child thing, but he is intent on not getting overlooked and invariably makes his voice and opinion heard. As we've discovered, he has his own agenda and is not easily dissuaded.

He is very driven to keep up with his older brothers and always expects to be treated as an equal (a little tricky at nap-time). He is also quite capable for a two year old. Watching him effortlessly navigate RB's phone and my ipad ("mai ipadd!!") is impressive.

As soon as we learn how to harness this focus and will, I know it will serve him well in life. 'Til then, oh boy.

bright out here

Noah loves Bowser as much as a little boy can love a dog.