Superchef?

So Wyatt says to me, "Mom, what color is Superman's apron?"

"It's red, but I think you mean cape, son."

(Unless, of course, he's left his day job of saving the world to become a sous chef.)

Feeding Time

So as the weather has gotten nicer we've been eating some of our meals on the back porch. The boys love it.

Last night we couldn't keep Colt in his seat. He kept wandering into the back yard and standing next to a bush.

I finally asked him what he was doing. He said, "Baby Jaguar. Need food. Leaf."

We have another caretaker on our hands.

I'd like an "S" please, Pat.

So...anyone who knows Wyatt knows he is obsessed with Diego, the animal rescuer.

The cartoon boy has inspired a love of the Spanish language, bred a desire to learn about nature's critters and turned the young Ott into a swashbuckling tree climber.

We have purchased a great deal of Diego merchandise, the rescue pack being the most notable, but for a long time Wyatt kept asking for a "potting cope."

Neither Joe nor I had a clue what he meant until Wyatt took an old toilet paper tube and held up to his eye, then it occurred to us, of course, "spotting scope." (The letter "S" is sometimes hard to come by around here.)

Anyway, the Easter Bunny delivered on Wyatt's request, hanging in "Diego's rainforest" was a bag containing the precious new toy.

Wyatt screamed with joy, "The Easter Bunny knew I would love my potting cope!" Yes, she did.

Delay of Game

So...it's Easter morning and Joe asks Wyatt if he is ready for the egg hunt.

"No," he says, "We have to wait. Spiderman pooped his pants."

Story Time

So...in addition to bedtime book reading, Wyatt is now requesting that I "tell him a story with my mouth."

A few weeks ago, I was too tired to read so I told him to lay in bed and I'd tell him a story. I had him make up the scenario, usually about Diego and an animal that needs rescuing.

Last night, Wyatt decided he wanted to tell me a story.

This coincided with a TiVo malfunction that has prevented the recording of new "Go Diego Go" episodes this week.

Right before falling asleep he told me, "My mouth is taping a new Diego story. It will be ready for you to listen to in the morning."

To The Cave, Batman!

So...We have officially entered a superhero phase. The boys know the words to the old Batman and Spiderman theme songs and every night this week have insisted on wearing superhero PJs to bed.

This morning Wyatt ran downstairs and told us, "Mommy, Daddy, come upstairs and look at my bat cave."

Righteous, Batman!

Look-a-likes

So...we're at breakfast admiring our three handsome sons. Joe and I tell Wyatt we think he and Zane look alike.

Joe asks Wyatt, "Do you think Zane looks like you?"

He thinks about it and says, "Yes, but we have different hair."

A Tale of Two Wishes

So Wyatt asked for two bedtime books tonight, "If You Take a Mouse to the Movies" and "Earth Science."

After the first one I told him that Daddy and I think he may be old enough to go to the movies. I told him we'd take him and let him have popcorn and a soda.

While reading the second one we came to a page about mountains. The picture showed the Alps. I said, "Daddy and I went to the Alps after we got married."

He looked at me very seriously and said, "I'd like to go the the movies and to the Alps."

OK.

Another Milestone

So...as parents we remember our children's firsts with fondness.

This week...we got Colt's first full sentence.

It's a doosy and has been repeated often.

"Mommy, change my big poopie up high."

Pay Up!

So...I'm busy at the breast pump this morning and the older two boys are getting impatient and demanding.

After I've been at it, for what Wyatt clearly believes is too long, he runs over and says, "Mom, I need some breakfast and I need TV. I'll pay ya."

He proceeds to hand me some fake cash.

He comes back and says, "Oh and I need coffee. I'll give ya another dollar."

About Face

So...I have a favorite slang term that I use with the older boys when they get too close to Zane's face.

Today...Wyatt threw it back at me.

I'm trying to get a goober out of Zane's nose and he's not happy about it.

Wyatt yells, "Mom, get out Zane's grill."

Lock 'em up!

So...Wyatt has a twofold obsession...bad guys and getting his little brother to repeat things he says.

The bad guys have caused a few bad dreams, but thankfully they're nothing Spiderman and Daddy can't handle.

We also occasionally call on the cops.

Wyatt routinely tells Colt to say, "Stop man, or I'll put you in jail!"

The bad guys don't stand a chance.

The Cleaning Crew

So...bedtime at the Hampton house is ALWAYS playtime in the boy's room. It gets rowdy in there the minute I close the door.

Last night, the noise was especially deafening. Joe goes in to find Colt with a bottle of Woolite carpet cleaner in his hand and most of the room damp and smelling of chemicals... both beds, all the pillows, the rocking horse, even Colt's hair is soaked in cleaner.

While Joe hoses Colt down, I go ask Wyatt what was going on?He says, "I was showing Colty all of the dirty things and he was 'praying them."

I look around at the damage and ask, "Is there anything he didn't spray?" Wyatt says, "Yeah, that brown spot over there."

Jail Bird

So...we are on our way home from Lowe's and Wyatt asks what we are eating for lunch. He starts begging and pleading for Chick-fil-A.

The problem is, Joe bought him Chick-fil-A yesterday. I say no. The pleading continues.

I finally say, "If I get Chick-fil-A for you, what are you going to do for me?" He says, "You can get a sandwich."

I say, "No, let's talk about your behavior." He says, "I will put all the whining in jail."

A deal is struck. Sadly, there is apparently an early release program on whining. A whine was paroled before the meal was over.

Wish List

So...our front lawn is covered with dandelions. I've been teaching Wyatt how to blow and make a wish.

This morning he picked one and asked me to blow it. He said, "Make a wish, Mommy."

I wished for a nap.

He picked another one for himself. He blowed it, then said, "I wished for TV."