Difference between Boys and Girls Part II

Changing the baby's diaper again, this time witnessed by TWO little boys, instead of one.

C: "Where's baby Reagan's petey????"
Q: "Girl's don't have peteys" (oh wise Quinn)
C: "Boys have peteys."
Q: "When Reagan gets bigger, she'll have a petey".
M: "No, girls don't have peteys".
C: "But BIG girls have peteys".
M: "No."
Q: "Daddys have peteys"
M: "Yes"
C: "Mommy's have peteys".
M: "No."
Looks of confusion. MOM's not one of US?????
Q: "No petey?"
C: "But Reagan has a BOTTOM."
M: "Everyone has a bottom."

Peals of mischievious giggles.

Anatomy lesson done for the day.

Prayer

It's advent, and we've been doing an Advent wreath and calendar nightly. I have this "Santa House" with 25 compartments, each of which contains a portion of the nativity story and a small "something" to help the message be understood by preschool minds. At the end, we sing a Christmas carol, and then say the Lord's Prayer as a family. Anyways... this has been our nightly ritual lately. So last night, we do the Santa House, sing our song, and we're getting ready to do the Lord's Prayer. I see that Quinn is prostrate on the floor (poor analogy, but envision a Muslim facing Mecca), hands clasped beneath him, eyes closed, saying repeatedly "Jesus God Jesus God Jesus God".

M: "What are you doing?"
Q: "Praying".
M: "OK. Well, it's time to hold hands and say the 'Our Father'".
Q: "I've already prayed. I don't need to say the 'Our Father'."
M: "YES, you do. Please hold hands".

He held hands with us, but instead of saying the Our Father, said "Jesus God Jesus God Jesus God" repeatedly. I'm all for spontaneous prayer, but I have a feeling this was just a passive-agressive ploy, and he thought those would be the two words that would most likely "get him out of " praying with the rest of us!

Education and Interpretation

Little boys are getting quite an education with the whole baby-producing process. First they discovered that babies come from mommy's belly, then they learned that girls don't have peteys. Last night, as I was using the breast pump (discretion is a luxury that is too difficult to maintain around here) Colby walked into the room. I quickly turned the thing off, and "detached" the cone from underneath my shirt.

C: "Are you done listening to your heart now, Mom?"

I burst out laughing. It DOES look like an overly large stethescope, and the pump does kind of sound like the THWUMP THWUMP of a heartbeat :)

Clones

I hate to admit this, but even as their mother, I would have a hard time telling which son it is in THIS picture. I was there snapping the photo, so I know it's Colby, but... he sure looks an awful lot like Quinn there. I know, I know. "But they're identical twins! Of COURSE they look alike!" Not really. It always amazes me when I see them look REALLY alike. Quinn always looks the same to me, it's Colby's looks that vary so much. Sometimes he looks ALOT like Quinn, and other times, I wonder if it really is the same genetic code. Interesting. Here and now, at the age of four, in this lighting, and smiling like that... I have to say, Colby looks ALOT like Quinn. Craziness.

Fire in the Hole

The phone rang, I answered it and went into the bedroom for some peace and quiet. The boys were eating breakfast in the kitchen. I wasn't gone long, I swear. I come out of the bedroom to the smell of smoke, and an angry husband telling me "he could've burnt the house down!!!". OH NO! Apparently, Colby wanted more cinnamon toast, and took it upon himself to make some. In the microwave. For, I don't know... 10 minutes or so. It was BLACK (both microwave and bread), and the kitchen was filled with smoke. Not good, all this independence coupled with poor judgement and a lack of supervision.

The difference Between Boys and Girls

It was bound to happen. I was anticipating it. Changing Reagan's diapers today, Quinn took notice.

Q: "WHAT? Where's Baby Reagan's petey?"
M: "She doesn't have one. She's a girl, and girl's don't have peteys".
Q: "I have a petey. See?" Proceeds to provide evidence.
M: "Yes I see. Girls don't have peteys."
Q: "Oh."

That was it. No "why" questions (which is what I was dreading). No "do you have a petey, mommy?" questions, either (which is also what I was dreading). Just "oh". Thank God for little favors. I got off easy this time.

Baby Sister

We were eating breakfast this morning, with Baby Reagan asleep in her bouncy seat beside us. She squeaked. Quinn immediately rushed over to her, and had this conversation:

Q:" What's wrong Baby Reagan? Are you sad that I'm going to school? It's okay. Will you miss me? Don't be sad. I'll come home and see you."
R: "ZZZZZZZZZZ".

School is the only time Baby Reagan gets to experience the concept of "peace and quiet" in this house. But yes. I'm SURE she misses you when you're gone, Quinn.