I'm Alive!

For my few regular blog checkers, I thought I'd let you know I'm still alive. We just spent a fantastic week at the beach and I never had the chance to post...too busy enjoying being a beach bum! I'll do a real post about it later, but first I'll tease you with a few pictures:






Proof that John and I were there, too:



More later...

The Reenactment and the Squirrel

Ahh, the attention span of a 4 year old. And I won't even discuss the 3 year old's attention in this. Don't worry, you'll get the squirrel reference at the end.



And here is a story from yesterday...

Background: Every spring we have many crickets that try to make their home in our basement. Most of them are demolished by our fearless hunter (ha!) Boo-Boo, but every year they try again. This year, John sprayed some bug stuff to keep them out, but all it seems to do is kill them after they come in. So now they come in and die and I find dead crickets all over the basement floor. Apparently the boys had never noticed them before yesterday. When they saw them they thought they were spiders and they were afraid they were poisonous (other than that they don't move you can't tell they're dead) and so would not move until I removed the offensive corpses. Now, to be fair, they are pretty creepy looking crickets. Here's a picture I found on the internet so you can know what I'm talking about:


So, they aren't the most attractive cricket ever. Josiah literally stayed standing in the same spot for at least 10 minutes until I got down there to take care of their little issue (I was in the middle of frosting a cake and didn't want to collect cricket corpses in the middle of it). Anyway, here is what they told me later.

Micah: "I might be a little scared of the crickets because there is one that is the biggest cricket of all the crickets and we call him "The King."

Josiah: "Yeah, and inside there is one that we call "The Queen," but you don't have to worry about her because we stepped on her and she splattered."

Hmm. I guess the title of this should be "The Reenactment, The Squirrel and the Cricket."

P.S. You gotta love being a mom when you hand your 3 year old your drink so he can have some and you watch as he takes a drink, stops, licks off the snot that has run down to his lip and then takes another drink. YUM.

Don't Worry!

Somewhere in my genetic make-up I must have the "don't worry" gene that my sister is well known for...mine is just buried deeeeep down in there. But it exists, I am sure of it now, because Micah has started telling me, "Don't worry." or "It's OK."

Mommy, I just spilled my milk on the carpet, but don't worry.

Mommy, I dropped my toy in the potty, but it's ok.

I just fell off the slide, but I'm ok.

Mommy, Molly's crying in her swing, but don't worry.

My cookie fell on the floor, but don't worry.

Mommy, I accidently stepped on your camera, but it's ok.

"Graduation"

This post is really for family. Everyone else might find it boring because there's no funny stories, and they didn't even do anything outrageous on the video. They were just their cute little selves!

So, the boys "graduated" from their preschool classes today. They were so cute doing thier little performances with their class. Micah was too shy to sing the songs, so I only have him playing the handbells, but he was one of the few that actually played his bell when he was suppose to (one of the teachers was standing in front of them holding color cards, when she held up your color, you rang your bell). As with most things with kids, however, the highlight was the cookies afterwards. (Micah, of course, had a blue one.) :)

This first video is Micah playing the handbells. His class "played" "Amazing Grace." Unfortunately, I don't even think knowing what song it is will help you pick out the tune on this one!


Next video is Josiah playing the handbells. His class played "Jesus Loves Me" and you can actually hear it at times--way to go Little Lions Class! Sorry about the shaky camera work, another mom was walking past at the beginning of this.


These last two are Josiah singing with all of the ECE kids. It's adorable how he's so into doing the actions on these. I wish I hadn't run out of memory space for the last song because it was sooo cute! I'm going to see if I can get him to re-enact it for me tomorrow, and maybe Micah will join in, too. And hopefully SOON we will get a real camcorder and I can stop with all of the video-ing on the camera! Once again, apologies for the camera work....Molly was sleeping in my arms and Micah was "sitting" with me. (Excuses, excuses!)

Short Circuit

That movie rocks. Have you seen it? "Johnny Five, ALIVE!" (but my favorite is, "Your momma was a snowblower.") But anyway...that's actually not what I'm talking about today. Back to the real reason for my post.

99% of the time, I think my children are quite intelligent. Today, however, was one of those days when their intelligence was called into question. I'll keep the "little" stuff to myself and just share the whammy with you:

Josiah peed in the trash can.

What?!??
Yes, he was awake.
Yes, he did it intentionally.
Yes, he knew it was wrong.
And yes, that's right, the trash can is RIGHT NEXT TO THE TOILET.

AND THEN
he came out and told me he did it
(now there's a first born for ya)

Why did he do it? Good question. No one knows the answer to that one. I asked. He said, "I don't know!"

short-cir·cuit (shôrt sûr kit)
n.
An accidental (according to him, anyway) low-resistance connection between two nodes of an electrical circuit that are meant to be at different voltages. The current tends to flow through the area of low resistence (i.e. childish tendencies), bypassing the rest of the circuit (the logic and reasoning part of the brain).