Stuck

Colby has this knack for getting stuck in impossible places.  I can't really explain ... it just happens.  Examples from his history...

1. Getting his fingers stuck between the sliding doors of an elevator.  Not when it was closing.  When it was opening.

2.  Getting his fingers stuck in the wheel of my elliptical machine

3.  Getting his head stuck between the stair rails.

4.  Getting his foot stuck between the pedal and the chain on his bike.

5.  Getting the seat belt wrapped around his neck in the locked position - tight.

6.  Getting wire ribbon wrapped 10 times around his neck - tight.

7.  Getting the cord from the blinds wrapped around his neck - tight.

And today's entry.....
Getting his thigh stuck between the arm rest and the base of his booster seat!! 

There are countless more that I can't recall at the moment, but I'm sure sometime around 1 am I'll sit bolt upright in bed and say "oh yeah!  What about that time he got stuck THERE!"  The thing with these episodes is that they happen in the blink of an eye.  Impossibly fast.  And yet the extrication is long and painful, usually requiring the dismantling of some major component of whatever it is that he's stuck in.  If it's so easy to get IN, why's it so hard to get OUT?  How does this happen?  More importantly, WHY does this happen???  I have a theory.  It's that Colby has hands like an octopus and is squirmier than a squid is very curious, needing to explore every last nook and cranny, which I'm sure is a sign of intelligence.  Right?  RIGHT???

Industriousness

Boys were running in and out of the house, in their underwear, on a mission.

Mom: "WHAT are you guys doing?"
Colby: "Uhhhhhhh"
Mom: "What??"
Colby: "Building a water park."
Quinn: "It's EASY, Mom.  All you need is hammer, lots of nails, and U-shaped plastic."
Mom: "Do you have hammer, nails, and U-shaped plastic?"
He showed me my kitchen hammer, that I use to pound chicken flat.  OK, that's one.

Rob just came into the house asking why I was sending the boys out for nails.  I calmly explained the "waterpark" plan.  He did not appear to be nearly as amused as I was.

Dinner Conversation

I was ATTEMPTING to have a conversation with my husband at dinner time.  I know, I know.  Craziness, when there are three small children with us at the table.  Anyways.  We were talking about Minnesota, and this is how the dialogue went:

Mom: "Well, I'd certainly like to go back before fall. The Dead Sea Scrolls are there until October, maybe we can go see them still."

Quinn: "MOM!  WHY do you want to see Dead SQUIRRELS??????"

Oh goodness.  The conversation plummeted from there, with Dad suggesting Dead Squirrels (stuffed with blueberries) for their camping trip this weekend.  It went on and on and on.  How tasty Dead Squirrels are ("dem is good eatin' ").  

And really, I was just want to see some ancient Biblical texts.

Flower Sale

Quinn just walked into the house with his hands behind his back, a coy smile on his face.  I could see some "black-eyed susans" poking out behind him.  Just as my heart was melting, and the words "awwwwww, my sweet little boy" were dancing through my head, he pipes up with "Mom, you got a dollar?"

Mom: "A dollar?  Why?"
Quinn: "I'll give you these flowers if you give me a dollar."
Mom: "You're SELLING me the flowers you picked for me?"
Quinn: "Yup."

Well, THAT sucked all the cuteness out of that gesture.

Overheard

Grandpa Jim and the boys were putting together a Lego model when Pete the Springer Spaniel made an appearance.

Quinn: "Grandpa Jim, your dog likes me."
Grandpa: "Yup, he likes little boys."
Quinn: "I'm not a little boy, I'm a big boy."
Grandpa: " You know, sometimes you'll call Pete's name and he won't hear you because he's hard of hearing.  He's getting old."
Quinn: "Oh, like you."

This is when Mom interrupted with "QUINN!  That's not nice!"

Grandpa: "It's okay.  I try not to get too old."
Colby: "Yeah, but you don't want to be too young, either."

Wise statement, little boy.

Sausage Bling

Quinn's been wearing a brown bracelet lately. When I asked him where he got it, he said "in the kitchen". Upon closer inspection, that leather-looking bracelet was actually the wax paper ring from a summer sausage, several days old. EWWWWW. I was thoroughly disgusted and told him to throw the thing away, which he did. And then he promptly replaced it with another one. We may have to ban sausage in this house.

Don't Argue

Colby just informed me that he was going downstairs to make a race track. Apparently this isn't just any race track - it's going to be the LONGEST race track ever.

Colby: "Mom, it's going to take me a long time to make the track. I know you're going to say 'Colby, it's breakfast! Colby, it's lunch time! Colby, it's dinner time! But I won't be done. So just don't argue with me."

Well, then... allrighty. Glad he's making plans to be productive.