Learning life skills

So, the other night when it was time to brush our teeth, I put the paste on the brushes (because they are more effective that way), put each boy on a stool (because it's fun to watch yourself make a mess on your own face), and left the bathroom (because I'm stupid).

From the other room (there was something very important happening on TV, I'm sure), I hear giggling, riotous laughter, and water. Oh, crap!!!!!

I rushed to the bathroom to find Peanut standing on the toilet with his hand under the rushing water - and I mean RIGHT under the water - you know, exactly where it exits the faucet and squirts everywhere when you push just so.... He has quickly mastered the skill of soaking the entire bathroom, but specifically of drenching his brother.

Meatball was completely wet and laughing his butt off. Then, he decided to try his luck and hopefully give Peanut a little pay back which would have been perfect - if only he were left handed, which he is not. So, when he reached up with his right hand, I knew exactly what was going to happen, but didn't bother to correct him or stifle my laughter when he squirted himself in the face instead of his intended target.

Oh, and don't think that this fun, new, squirty skill hasn't been used at every bath time since - because it definitely has!

Naw, I'm good.

The boys were helping me clean the plastic part of the car seats while the fabric covers were being washed. Meatball was sitting on one of the parts that Peanut wanted to clean, so Peanut said "Go potty!" while shoving Meatball in the back with both hands. Meatball just turned around and said "Naw, I'm good" and stayed put. It was hysterical, and we have no idea where he picked this up.

Now, every time I ask him something that he doesn't want to do, he replies with "I'm good."

Want to pee-pee potty?
Naw, I'm good.

Let's put on a jacket.
Hmmmm.... I'm good.

Will you please eat your dinner?
I'm good.

So cute!

Yesterday, Peanut walked up to Bub and said "I haa keys." So, she got him a set of keys that don't work on anything anymore. He walked away. After a few minutes, he walked up to her again - this time with his shoes on - and said "I go to park. You get in big green truck." So, they did.

Last night, the boys and I were in the rocking chair relaxing and getting ready to go to sleep. I said "OK - I have Meatball's blanket. I have the pillow. I have Peanut's blanket...." at which point Meatball interrupted me and said "I have my moke (milk). I have my mommy. I have my Peanut." With that, we were ready to snuggle and go to sleep, (although I must say I was a bit bummed that I was trumped by the milk).

Mesa Falls Marathon complete

You can read my race report (as well as pre- and post- reports) here.

Seriously? Sweep it up

I don't "get" leaf blowers. Well, I get the concept of blowing everything into a pile that can be swept into a big container. However, with the exception of the groundskeepers at my work, I've never seen that happen.

What I see is Bob who blows leaves, dirt, and paper from in front of his business/home to the front of his neighbor's business/home and then leaves it there.

Um, hello?!??!
#1: That's rude.
#2: Doesn't Bob realize that it only takes one little breeze or gust to blow the stuff in front of his building again?

Get off your duff, pick up a broom, and exert some effort, you lazy bum!

2 YEAR UPDATES

OK - so, they are actually 2 year, 2 month, and 10 day updates, but whatever.

The boys continue to live up to their nicknames. Meatball is 36.5" and weighs 31.5 lbs. Peanut is 36" and weights 26.8 lbs. (We were really excited to see the .8 on the scale!)

They managed to completely trash the exam room since we were sitting in it for an hour. They pushed the power button on the computer (don't put your hard drive at floor level if you are a pediatrician). They climbed on the cabinets, turned on the water, tore all of the paper off of the exam table, kicked wadded up paper balls around the floor, threw tantrums, threw shoes, and ran naked down the hall.

It was obviously a thrilling visit, but they are happy and healthy and off the charts for their verbal and comprehension skills. In fact, the doctor was a bit surprised when Meatball greeted him with a "Hi, Doc" and a high five.

AND SPEAKING OF SINGING

I also made up a song for each of the boys so that they could learn to spell their names. Oddly, both boys like singing the song for the other kid! Obviously, the little tunes spell the name and then say the name. I don’t have musical notation here, but in case I someday forget, they go like this:

G – E – F – D – E – G – E – C (for S – A – M – U – E – L – Sam-uel) and
C – D – E – D – E –F – G – D – E – D – E – D – C (for B – E – N – J – A – M – I – N – Ben-ja-min)