Frogs

I was mowing the lawn today, when Quinn frantically ushered me over to the front sidewalk. I saw that he was pointing to a frog lying there, and gave him a thumbs up sign and a smile. "How cute that he wants to show me a frog!" I thought. He kept mouthing something, so I finally turned off the lawn mower. "MOM!" he cried. "WHAT IS THAT???" "A frog, silly". "No it's not," he said. "Yes, Quinn... that's a frog." "But it doesn't have a mouth!" he said. I then went to stand by Quinn, who was looking at the frog from the front. OHHHHHH. There was no mouth, because there was no HEAD. Obviously, this frog had been a victim of my lawn mowing. GROSSSSSSS.

Life with my boys

Aunt Teena sent this, and it made me smile, because I LIVE this every single day... times two!

The Key to Getting Them to Eat Dinner

5:00 pm
Mom: "Time for dinner!!"
Boys: "YUCK! I don't want casserole!"

6:30 pm
Mom: "Time for dinner!!"
Boys: "YUCK! I don't want casserole!"

9:30 pm
Boys: "Mom, I'm hungry!"
Mom: "Eat some casserole."
Boys: "Mom, can I have some casserole now?"

YES! Starvation has it's benefits. They even ate BROCCOLI. I'll just have to keep myself awake long enough for them to get REALLY hungry.

Superheros Defined

Again doing our daily pick up of the boys' room. The boys are getting very creative with their excuses as to why they are unable to help.

Mom: "I'll make your bed and you pick up the playroom."
Quinn: "What? I can't do that! I'm not a super-hero!"

By that definition, I must be the mightiest super-hero alive....

Kalani Sandwich

Our neighbor Kalani came over to play tonight. I try to use him as a good example of how BIG BOYS WEAR CLOTHES, but that doesn't seem to be sinking in at all. They came up with this "Kalani Sandwich Slide" game tonight. Pretty funny....

Tickle Time

Rob was tickling Quinn's belly tonight. This was his response:
Quinn: "Dad! Don't tickle my belly! It makes the baby in there cry!"
Yes. We must be very careful around those pregnant male three year olds....

The Rules

I usually eventually separate the boys for naps, as together only spells T.R.O.U.B.L.E. We try, every day, though, to see if they can sleep in the same room, because they really want to, and ask every day to try. I feel like it's a good lesson in self-control, so we try. Today, as I put them in the guest room (the "purple bed" as they call it), we reviewed the ground rules.

Mom: "If you want to stay in here together, what are the rules?"
Quinn: "No jumping"
Colby: "No fighting"
Quinn: "No getting out of bed"
Colby: "No talking"
Quinn: "No eating ice cream"
Colby: "No going to grandma and grandpa's house".

Uhhhh... I don't remember setting those last two, but... yes. No eating ice cream and no going to grandma and grandpa's house at nap-time. As I'm typing this, I hear them breaking rules #1-4, so I guess self-control is out the window for another day, and it's time to go be Mean Mommy. Surprisingly, their additional rules seem to be the only ones they can keep!