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    20 questions. Revisited

    March 31st, 2013

    From today’s 20 questions game.

    Me: Is it smaller than the diaper bag?
    G: Yes
    Me: Is it alive?
    G: No
    Me: Can you eat it?
    G: NoG: It’s the dead-thing… on our side-walk the other day

    … insert me making a barf face (at the idea of eating it) here.

    We walked outside the other morning to find a mouse on the side-walk in front of our house. It’s so nice for G to remember and make it his “guess” for games like this. I guess he was so proud of his choice, he needed to bust out and tell us what he had selected. I’m glad he did, because there was NO WAY I was going to guess that.

    On the bonus side, he was honest on all accounts ๐Ÿ™‚

    School photos

    March 29th, 2013

    Yep, still cheesy. But how in the world do they cooperate with THAT photographer, and refuse to be anything close to “cute” for our family portraits? Oh, and this may be the only image of the two of them together, standing next to each other where a choke-hold is not involved. Again, WHAT?!?!?

    My “treasure box”

    March 29th, 2013

    G spotted me as I put away some of my jewelry yesterday morning. He was very impressed by my “treasure box” (his words), and asked if I had anything with strings in there. This kid is still obsessed with strings and treats them like gold. I knew I had some old leather-string chain necklaces and told him he could pick one. He did. So now THIS is his necklace.

    Some S2 talking cuteness

    March 25th, 2013

    This is how S2 says all of our names:

    An S2 medley

    March 24th, 2013

    What S2 was singing in the car today:

    Old McDonald Had a cow
    With a Moo Moo there
    With a Moo Moo there
    With a Moo Moo there

    Five Little Monkeys jumping on the bed
    One bumped head

    With a Moo Moo there

    Little Monkeys jumping on the bed
    One bumped head

    A, B, C, D, LMNOP


    He may become a DJ some day.

    Thank goodness for our King-sized bed

    March 22nd, 2013

    I go to sleep every night next to one man.

    I wake up most mornings next to three.

    Trust me, there’s not as much partying going on in there as you could imagine. Unless by party you are thinking hanging off the side of your bed for dear-life, because the two shortest sleepers are resting on the diagonal, and you have an inch of head room left for yourself.

    Thank goodness we have a King-sized bed!!!! How does any family with children survive without one?

    Still, this is all welcome for me because my sleeping kids are cute, cuddly, and I know this snuggle time (when they crawl into our bed at 4am in the morning) is going to be short-lived.

    I’d like a few less kicks to the head though, OK?

    20 questions

    March 22nd, 2013

    We visited some friends a few weeks ago that showed G the game 20 questions. Now he’s all excited about it and wants to play it as one of our “driving home” car games. I’m good with playing games. It makes the car ride seem faster, and it keeps my children from picking on each other.

    Yet, playing 20 questions with a 4.5 yr old is not as straight forward as you might think. Why?

    1) he changes his mind (or doesn’t answer honestly), OR
    2) he has an overactive imagination, producing items there’s no way I can guess at.

    Let’s take an example, OK?

    Me: Is it smaller than my hand-bag?
    G: Yes
    Me: Is it made by people
    G: Yes
    Me: What color is it?
    G: Red!… and it has a hose (thanx for the extra hind, Kid!)

    (insert a whole slew of other questions I no longer remember here)

    Me: Ok, I give up. What is it?
    G: A Fire Station!!!
    Me: A Fire Station? How can it be a fire station? A fire station is NOT bigger than my hand-bag.
    G: Because it’s a toy Fire Station. That has a hose, and a wire that goes into the ground that pumps water.

    Yeah — there’s no winning at 20 questions here, unless you think as abstractly as a four year old ๐Ÿ™‚

    Oh yeah, that will TOTALLY fly!

    March 8th, 2013

    G’s a big fan of paper airplanes. So much so he’s starting to design his own. S and I woke up last week-end to the sounds of tape being peeled off, paper wrinkled, and a kid getting frustrated. This was the outcome:

    Complete with staples. Result? Totally grounded.

    He gets credit for trying, though ๐Ÿ™‚ He would have loved the paper airplane portion of my work Olympics this summer.

    Foto Friday

    March 8th, 2013

    The Sock Monster

    March 7th, 2013

    S2 came home minus one sock yesterday. This, sadly, is not an isolated incident. Luckily, not frequent, though.

    Yesterday, however, he finally explained how it happened: the sock monster. Apparently, the sock monster ate it. If it wasnโ€™t so cute, Iโ€™d be mad heโ€™s lying. โ€˜Cuz the only sock monster I know of, is 2yrs old has dimples, blond highlights, and weighs in around 30lbs.

    I like the sock monster story, but I also asked that if he sees the sock monster come close to his feet again, he say โ€œNo, sock monster! Leave my socks alone.โ€ He politely declined. I guess he and the sock monster have gotten a little tight ๐Ÿ™‚