Squid Head

So every once in awhile, the UW Center for Human Studies, calls and wants to experiment on my children. Well, actually just play games with them and take notes. I personally think that it is the least we can do, considering we have been so blessed with such healthy boys.

The last leg of the day consisted of Blake wearing a special cap that tested his brain waves when he saw a video of me, verses another woman. I am sure that if they were testing his heart, it would have burst at the sight of me...

After about a half an hour, he had to take a potty break, so they gave him a towel to wipe off his sweaty head. He then asked if he could wear the towel under the cap.

No.

Oh Boy...

So the boys and I field tripped it to Benjamin Moore last Friday to finish off a project I assigned Dave. (He is always so thankful for my honey-dos)

Blake and the salesman were chatting back and forth and the man asks Blake how old he is.

"I am 4. How old are you?"

"I am 22." the salesman says.

"So, when you were 4 like me, did you always want to work at a paint store when you grew up?"

I couldn't help but gasp and look away.

"Well, buddy. All I can say is, stay in school."



You betcha.

Daddy vs. Jesus

"Mommy. Talk to me about God, Jesus and Lord."

I went on to explain that God, wanted to come down and play with us on earth, so he sent Jesus, who was a one point a baby in Mary's belly. He was then a little boy, and then a big boy, and finally a man.

"So how big was Jesus?"

"Well Blake, he was about the same size at Daddy."

Long silence...

"But Mommy, did Jesus have cool hair?"

A Peek at Peeky

Every time I pull my camera out, Parker says, "sssssssss". His version of "cheeeese!"

I must have had an extra helping of patience that afternoon, as I let him take a photo of me, post nap.

In Case of an Emergency

"Mommy, last night I had a talk with the guys. I let them know what to do if their fur catches on fire.

First you stop what you are doing, then you drop on the floor and then roll around while you call 911."

What Every 2 Year Old Needs

Is a bad haircut.

Darn it.

Look Mommy!

I have Ant Whiskers!