Mr. Responsibility

So it's Saturday and I decide we need to break the routine and shake things up a bit.

Instead of going home after the gym, having sandwiches for lunch and putting the boys down for a nap...

I say, "Wanna go somewhere fun for lunch?"

"What is it?" Wyatt asks.

"A surprise," I tell him.

We arrive at Yogurt Mountain (a frozen yogurt place where you get to pick your own flavor and top it with fruit, cereal, cookies, candy, etc) and I tell Wyatt, "We're going to have ice cream for lunch!"

He looks at me with dismay and says, "Mommy, that's dessert. I want food."

Leave it to my 3-year-old to be Mr. Responsibility. I decide to get crazy. He keeps me in line.

So we take him to Whole Foods where he insists on a piece of pizza with a whole grain crust and a bottle of water.

Then we go back to Yogurt Mountain.

He samples at least 6 flavors before settling on "cherry limeade" with iced animal crackers, sprinkles and mini M&Ms.

In the end, it was a smashing success.

Pool Shark

So we took the boys to the pool.

One of Wyatt's favorite games is "shark."

He likes it when we put our hands in the shape of a fin, do the Jaws theme song and chase him around the pool, pretending to bite his legs.

He decided to play with Colt. Wyatt would be the shark.

Colt did not enjoy it. He paddled over to us screaming, "Wyatt eat me all gone!"

Wyatt Hampton, DDS

So the boys made their first trip to the dentist today.

From a behavior standpoint it was a smashing success.

From a cavity standpoint...not so much.

But the good news is they loved being there and played "dentist" for the rest of the day with the tools that came home in the goodie bag.

Here is a sample conversation:

Wyatt (aka the dentist) "Hey Colty, I'm the dentist. Open wide."

Colty (aka the patient) "Roar like lion, ahhhhhh"

Wyatt, "Now, here's Mr. Thirsty" (the spit sucker upper tool)

Colt, "Me go dentist. Clean my teeth."

Wyatt, "Let me make sure there are no cavity monsters in there."

New Shades

So I stopped by the eye doctor to pick up some contacts.

At the front desk is a bin of those disposable sunglasses they give you after they dilate your eyes.

On a whim I pick up a couple of pairs for the boys who are always complaining that it is "too bright" or that "the sun is in my eyes."

They adored them. They take them in the car and even wore them to the pool.

Only toddlers can make them cool!

Brush Off

So we've got some friends over for dinner and a movie.

The boys get their bath and come in to say goodnight.

They are freshly shampooed and combed.

My friend Angela says to Wyatt, "You smell good, can I have a hug?"

He walks over and as she reaches for him he pulls back and says, "Just don't touch my hair."

Hide n' Seek

So...it's bath time and I've got two boys undressed and in the tub.

I can't find the third.

I walk around the house yelling, "Colt, Colton, Colty..."

No answer.

Finally as I walk past the toy room I hear a little voice inside saying, "Ready."

I peek in.

"Ready," the voice says again.

Under the balls in the ball pit I find my small boy.

He's playing hide n' seek. He just didn't tell anyone.

Vroom, Vroom

So...Wyatt came up to me in the laundry room and said very seriously, "Mommy, I don't know what I want to be when I grow up."

I said, "You've got plenty of time to figure it out, Baby."

He ponders.

I say, "You could be a scientist like Pa?"

No.

"You could be a writer like Dad."

No.

"You could be a news person like Mommy."

"No, that's a girl's job," he says.

I debate arguing the point. But before I can continue, he makes a proclamation.

"I think I want to be a race car driver," he says.

I tell him I think he'd be good at that, but that race cars go very fast.

He thinks about that and says, "But I would want Mommy there with me."

Always, baby.

Boo Boos

So Colt is sick of being sick.

He threw up all night AGAIN last night.

At breakfast he kept asking for more food and drink. We had to tell him no, he'll need to take it slow until his tummy feels better.

He looks at us and in his questioning tone of voice says, "Tummy feel better?"

"Yes," we say.

He nods, "Put band-aid on it."

Interlude

So...the Hamptons have been sick.

The boys haven't been very funny.

Even if they had been, Wyatt's peeps have been too busy cleaning up yuck to post.

Sorry for the interlude. We hope to have new material soon.

Footwear Folly

So...Colt is our clumsy kid.

His most often used phrase. "Fall down! Me fall down!"

He WILL be the first one we take to the ER.

Usually he's just a dare devil and a clutz.

Today, we blame the shoes. Size 6, 3 inch wedge espadrils, with a peep toe.

That's a sprained ankle waiting to happen.

Udderly Adorable

So...you may not have known, but today is cow appreciation day. At all Chick-fil-A restaurants, if you dress like a cow, you get a free meal.

At lunchtime, the boys and their two best buds put their spots on for some free nuggets and fries.

They've been "mooooing" and laughing uncontrollably all day.

If you want to view the entire album of our bovine adventures:

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.235874046440963.74192.100000551081242&l=e86df040c5

Just Because...

...sometimes little brothers need to be just like their big ones.

The Blessing, Part Two

(Preface: Zane is the easiest baby in the world to burp. You don't really have to pound him on the back or shake him or anything, he usually just burps on his own. We praise him for it often.)

So...Wyatt is in the middle of blessing our meal and Zane lets out a loud belch.

Wyatt pauses and wraps up his prayer with, "and Jesus, thank you for Zane, the self-burping baby."

I didn't want to laugh, but had to.

The Moviegoer

So...Wyatt went to his first movie at the theater. We've been building up to this for months!

His biggest concern...would we be buying him popcorn and a soda.

He wore his new "Cars" shirt (with matching shorts). He picked seats in the back, he shrieked and laughed at all the right parts and insisted on holding the jumbo sized popcorn in his lap.

Halfway through the movie, after a refill on both the Coke and the popcorn, he gets out of his seat, climbs into my lap and whispers into my ear, "Mommy, cuddle me."

My biggest kid is still my baby.