Raining Cats and Dogs

A few days ago, Jack was cracking up in the back seat of the van. Sarah asked what was up. "What if it really rained cats and dogs?" he asked. Then he made the stepped-on-cat "mreOWW" sound and laughed hysterically. I love that boy.


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Giant Squid Hunters

Last night, we watched the new Discovery Channel documentary on the first filming of a live giant squid with the boys. They all loved it, but Maverick was particularly enthralled. "I can't believe they discovered it!" ""I can't believe it's real!" "I can't believe they found it!" Jack was excited, too: "It has three hearts!" There are many things I love about the boys, but their sense of adventure and curiosity are very high on the list.

Firefighters

After a summer nap in only their undies and t-shirts, the boys woke up and got right to playing without dressing further. They donned firefighter hats, and played fireman for quite awhile. They had a red handkerchief for fire and a white for smoke. The big couch served as the fire truck. A calculator, carefully tucked into J's underpants, served as the "fire control system," used to calculate the severity of the fire. There was also a "fire-rific telescope," a camera, which is used to spot fires at a distance. S was the chief with her own fire chief car (the small couch). S would call them on the walkie-talkie (also tucked into J's underpants) to tell them where the fires were.

A played the role of boy climbing all over the fire truck.

Teamwork

Last night, J was bound and determined not to eat any fish sticks. (The fact that our boys love broccoli but won't eat fish sticks is a different story.) I explained that he had to eat three, and that if he did so in time, he could play Mario Kart with his brothers. If not, M, A, and I would play, leaving J alone at the table. I then said I was going downstairs for a moment.

When I came back up, two of the three fish sticks were already gone. I was frankly surprised - that's fast, even for J. Then I saw M in the corner, trying to cover his mouth while he chewed. The little booger ate one of J's fish sticks for him because he didn't want to play Mario Kart without J.

They've teamed up. We're in trouble now.

Not Me

A needed to poop, but refused to go in the potty. (He has been potty-training lately, so this was something different.) He then walked over to the train table, took a moment to himself, and did his business. S asked him, "Did you poop?" He said, "No. M (but saying his name, of course)."

I guess since we don't have a dog...

The Baby

S was driving with the boys past the local middle school, and she explained that "big boys" went there. M said that J was a "big kid" (he is the largest), to which J responded, "we're all big boys."

A, apparently, took offense. "Me, BABY." Clear as a bell.

He won't love it forever, but at least for now, he's chosen his role in the family, it seems.

M's New Song

M wrote a new song. I'll have to make sure to get a video of him singing it, because it's very sweet. He closes his eyes and rocks back and forth on his feet, and actually sings very nicely. The lyrics are:

Cats and dogs are different
But they're both pets
It's good to love someone who's different from you
It's good for all the Earth