Beavers Don't Make Good Passengers

It can be a long wait in the car to pick up Coleman from school, so I usually bring a snack for Spence and Allie. The other day we had been playing at the mall and I got them Auntie Anne's cinnamon sugar pretzels. Big mistake. My car looked like the Cinnamon Sugar Fairy had sprinkled her dust all over. I vowed to have no more cinnamon sugar pretzels in my car. (That may be a hard vow to keep. Those are some darn good pretzels.) Today I put Ritz crackers in a bowl for each of them. Harmless, I thought. When Coleman got in the car he commented on the crumbs all over Spence's seat and the floor. Looking back, I said, "Spence! How did that many crumbs get all over the place?" And he said, "I was being a beaver." No more fretting over the massive amount of crumbs. No more fussing at him. That was just too funny! However, I politely asked him not to be a beaver in the car anymore.

And if you want to continue the laugh, be sure to check out the post below from my guest blogger today!

Growing Up, Growing Old?

Tonight was Kindergarten parent orientation at Coleman's school. Oh my. I'm not even going to get into how next week this time he will have finished his first day of school. No, not going to go there right now. Since we had to get a sitter for the orientation, Brian and I figured we'd go to dinner afterwards. We had such a nice dinner. It's always nice to get through a meal (that someone else cooked to my liking and then collects my dishes and washes them) without having to pour someone some juice, cut up somebody's meat, or hear complaining about how that's not what they wanted to eat. Ah, how meal time was meant to be. It was nice, but I was glad to get home to my precious babies. I try to enjoy the crazy, hectic meals along with the rare meals of peace eaten just with Brian. They are all special in their own ways.

The boys were up later than usual, and Spence was getting really sleepy. After I put Allie to bed, he came and sat in my lap in the rocker. He never does that, so I was totally enjoying it! A commercial came on for some makeup that is supposed to help dark circles and puffy eyes. Spence was intrigued.

Spence: What is that?
Mommy: Mommies put it under their eyes to help their eyes not look old.
Spence: Do we need that?
Mommy: Hmmmm. Do my eyes look old?
Spence: (turning so he can see my eyes) No. They just look tired.

I'll have to teach him to quit talking while he's ahead. Especially when a girl sets him up with a question like that!

Upper and Lower Case Debate

One day this week we were in the car and Spence said something funny. This was our conversation:

Mommy: Spence, you're silly with a capital S!
Spence: What is capital S?
Coleman: It's upper case like your name starts with.
Mommy: That's right Coleman!
Coleman: Upper case is big and lower case is little.
Spence: Then I'm lower case 'cause I'm little.

I have to disagree with him. His personality is so big that we should use all caps to spell SPENCE!

The Magician's Code

This is just a silly little story from today. It may not be that interesting to most people, but I know I'll want to remember little things about the kids and what they did at different ages, so I like to write them down. Enjoy!

Today the kids and I were in the playroom and Spence brought me a broken Gobot to fix. Wait, what's a Gobot you ask? I think they were a rival of the Transformer back in the '80s. Brian had some as a boy and when he found them on Ebay, well, you know how that goes when he finds something on Ebay. Anyway, the Gobot was a spaceship with the nose broken off. I looked at it but realized it was not fixable. Spence started playing around with the broken nose piece and stuck it under my shirt. Being goofy, I said, "Abracadabra!", pulled it out of my shirt, and pretended to pull it from his ear. He looked at me and said, "How'd you do that?!?!" I repeated the "trick" a few more times, and he never caught on that I was just removing it from my shirt and placing it behind his ear. They say the hand is quicker than the eye. Well, my hand is slow, but apparently not as slow as a 3 year old's eye! I said, "Hey, maybe I should take my magic act to birthday parties. For 3 year olds and under, of course." To which Coleman replied, "No! We'd miss you!" So no new career for me. Seems I'm needed here.

After I did the trick a few times, I asked, "Do you think I can make it appear behind Allie's ear?" Spence couldn't wait to see! So my magic streak continued and it appeared behind Allie's ear. Still in awe, Spence wanted to try the trick. I think he nearly pulled Allie's ears off trying to see if the Gobot piece was there. He did not, however, master the trick. He kept asking me how I did it, but each time I replied, "A magician never tells!" Maybe tomorrow, if he's a really good boy, I'll let him in on the secret. But for now, I'm just enjoying that my little boy thinks I'm the most amazing magician around!

Do You Know My Spence?

My Spencey is a very unique child. He marches to the beat of his own wacky drummer. And this makes him a joy to be around! You've seen pictures of him in his green boots, or how he likes to wear a batting helmet some days. These outward expressions of his personality are just a tiny part of who he is. If only I could get in his head and see the thoughts he has. It might go something like this:

Why does Mommy keep asking me where I am? Doesn't she know I'm busy and I don't want her to know my whereabouts? I should probably answer her since this is the third time she's asked. But if I say, "I'm in the kitchen!" she's going to come in here to see what I'm doing. Then she'll tell me to get down off the counter and stop unwrapping this package of Mentos. And I just got started! If I get down she'll notice that I peed my pants and I'll get this long, drawn out lecture about how I should know when I need to potty and I should make it to the toilet. Blah blah blah. She'll make me take off my wet pants and put them in the laundry room. I hate touching pee soaked pants! Disgusting! I'll have to go upstairs and get some dry underwear and shorts. That will take forever because I'll get distracted by like 1000 different things between here and there. There's that gate on the stairs that I'll have to stop and swing back and forth for a few minutes. Then I'll remember that I had my sunglasses, but now I can't find them. Man, I really need those. Oh, I can hear her calling me, and she sounds more aggravated than before. I guess this adventure is over. She's threatening time out now if I don't answer. Can't a guy get a minute of privacy around here? "I'm in the kitchen, Mommy!"
That sounds about right! But what do I know? I'm no three year old boy.

This afternoon Spence found a flashlight and was using it to look in my mouth. This is how the exam went:

Spence: Where are the bones?
Mommy: You can't see the bones because they're under the skin.
Spence: Where's the sugar?
Mommy: What?
Spence: When you live in Sugar Land, the sugar gets in your mouth. So where's the sugar?

Spence thinks the biggest number of all is one thousand. If something is really hard to do, he says, "That's really really a thousand hard!" Or if something is exciting, "It's a thousand a thousand!" The other day Brian had an extra computer keyboard out and Spence was looking at the keys. He asked, "Where's the thousand?"

So that's my Spence. Funny, unique, and dripping with pee most of the time. I couldn't love him more!

The Things They Say

I can't wait to hold a conversation with Allie. I can only imagine the things she'll say! Here are some of the funny things the boys have said lately!

Coleman: What's the number for the army?
Mommy: What do you mean?
Coleman: You know, 911 is the police and firemen. What number do you call if you want the army to come to your house?

As Spence and I were getting in the car to go to the store:

Spence: Mommy, don't drive too fast or my flip flops might fall off.

There's nothing like a good laugh to relieve stress!

That's My Spence

Have you ever been dropping your kids off at school or sitting in the doctor's office and seen a kid wearing a batter's helmet?


Then you obviously don't run into us in public! If it's not lime green rain boots, it's a helmet! I love seeing what he chooses to wear out of the house, and I love the reactions people give him. His personality shines through in everything he does!

And while I'm devoting an entire post to Spence, here's something funny he told me recently:

Spence: I'm allergic to the sun.
Mommy: You are?
Spence: Yeah. Whenever I look at it I blush oo. (You know, bless you, because it makes him sneeze.)