My talented Children

All the way home from the KC Bonkers Vaudeville Radio Show we went to this afternoon, my kids put their kazoos to good use.  Inspired by the show, I'm sure.  I heard this version of  "Uptown Funk" from the moment we left the parking lot, until I pulled into the driveway at home. 

Who says we don't have talent.

Quotes from a Passel of 11 Year Olds at a Birthday Party

Boys are so.... boys.  They make me laugh and cringe and laugh some more.    I tried to be unobtrusive at the party (well, until after midnight, and then I got CRABBY), and put on my listening ears to catch this:

(during a squirt-gun fight)  "I'm not on a team.  I am a mercenary.  Make me an offer.  No - higher."

"I can't have cake.  I can't have pop.  I can't eat pepperoni. I can't eat chocolate.  I can't eat peanuts."   Apparently, only the watermelon was universally acceptable on the menu. 

"I have a very good sense of taste, and I can tell that your drinking water has moved through plastic pipes before coming in to my cup.  I need different water."

(upon this mama coming upon a miscellaneous 11 year old that she didn't own, stealing her chair when she got up for a second)  Me:  "Hey!  That's my chair!"   Child: "Nope.  Not any more.  It's mine. Find your own."

(upon this mama coming upon another miscellaneous 11 year old shaking the pop and having it explode on her daughter's head)  Me: "HEY!  That's not a good idea!"  Child: "No!  It's okay!"  (????)

Me: "(miscellaneous child that I don't own)!!  Do not play in the woods by yourself at 11 o'clock at night looking for fireflies!!  Did you not JUST hear that coyote right there?"

Colby: "Mom!  I broke my toe!"  Me:  "OK.  We'll look at it after the party.  Carry on."

Me: "Boys!  It is nearly one o clock in the morning.  You MUST got to sleep.  I have to get up in 6 hours to go to work.  The birthday is OVER.  It is officially July 10th.  If I hear one more footstep on the floor, that person will be sleeping with ME upstairs.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?????"  Miscellaneous boy that I don't own: "WOW!  You're crabby!". 

HOW CAN THIS BE?????

In honor of our birthdays today, we got out the ol' baby books to find out what Quinn, Colby, and Mommy were up to this very day, 11 years ago.  I teared up, which surprised no one, reading the letter from the NICU doctor telling me not to worry, she was going to take good care of my little ones.  (sniff sniff).  And THEN, seeing the imprint of these teeny tiny little feet, and realizing that the boys are so big, baby feet then are the same size as their THUMB now. 

Time is going so so so so so so fast. 

He's Home

Had to celebrate Colby coming home from Camp Gitchee Gumee.  One more offspring safe and sound at home!

Overheard

At the park today, Quinn, Reagan and I were riding on the teeter totter.  I noticed a lady next to us with two small boys, and asked her if they were twins.  Sure enough, they were.  "Fraternal, four years old".  She told us.  What a coinkey-dink.  I told her I owned a pair of twins myself, and gestured towards Quinn.

"Are you an identical twin?" the lady asked my son.

"We used to be," Quinn said.

Uhhhhhhhh.......

"I grew out my hair, so we're not anymore."

Doesn't work that way, Quinn.  As much as you want it to.  Sorry.  You're stuck with your genetic code (same as your brothers') for life, boy.

Little Huskies Basketball

Quinn and Blizzard bonded over Bball. 

Boys In Spring

Who are these grown up men?