General Absolution

This has been a hard few weeks for us. The summer has been cold, the boys were confined to the house for several days with impetigo, and now that the quarantine is lifted, all of the boys' friends are gone or busy. They are BORED, which means that destruction and fighting occurs much more frequently than mom would like. And my patience is growing very very thin. I was talking to them last night at bedtime about what it means to be a good boy, and how Mom doesn't LIKE yelling all the time, but that seems to be the only way they will listen to me! Colby looked at me solemnly, and said "I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry for a long long time ago when I broke my toy, and I'm sorry for coloring on the wall, and I'm sorry for coloring the van. " Quinn piped in "I'm sorry, too". Just in general. For everything they could've possibly done. It helps to hear, and I'm glad they apologized. I just hope it means that it stops, because I can't take much more!!!

Oatmeal's Last Conversation

Colby, talking to his oatmeal as he's pouring the packet into his bowl: "Good morning, friends! I'm going to eat you! Bye bye lovies!"

Genders

Colby: "When Reagan grows up and gets hair, he'll turn into a GIRL!"

Snippets Again

Quinn (on the way to the doctors): "Are we going to the hospital?"
Mom: "No, it's just at the doctor's office."
Quinn: "GOOD! The hospital is the Shot Shop!!"

Maladies

Another childhood malady checked off the list.... Quinn has impetigo. Pleasant. Weeping sores EVERYWHERE (feet, legs, hands, hips, head). His ignorant mother has been watching this for the past few weeks, and thinking that they were bug bites that he had scratched. Except I FINALLY noticed yesterday that these "bug bites" weren't starting out as welts... they were starting out as weeping blisters, coming out of nowhere. He looks like he's been attacked by a flesh-eating microbe (which, technically I suppose, he has - it's a staph infection). Anyways, a 5 minute doctor's appointment was all it took to diagnose and get on antibiotics. NOW I have to explain why he can't finish up Vacation Bible School, and why he has to cover up the weeping sores for the time being. He's a walking one-man plague, this kid. So, as of last official count, one or both of the boys have experienced the following: impetigo, croup, bronchiolitis, ear infection, scarlet fever, and strep throat; as well as various stitches for wounds sustained from falling, crashing, and impaling themselves with sharp objects. Last night, Colby told me, when I was lamenting the state of their banged-up skin, "It's allright Mom. None of it HURTS!" That, my friend, is the problem. You all don't feel a thing, so you have no qualms about continuing to destroy your little selves!!! Will we survive????

ADDENDUM: Did I say one boy had Impetigo? I was wrong. Now both. Just to make it all the more fun around here. Not a big surprise, given that they eat, sleep, bathe, and breathe together.

Colby's Great Adventure

The boys are attending Vacation Bible School this week, and it must be sinking into their psyches. Quinn, when presenting me a cup to take a sip of his latest concoction (coke + diet sierra mist), solemnly said "THIS is the Body of Christ". Colby spent a good 15 minutes SOLID telling us about his visit to Heaven with Jesus, which he had while Quinn was on his canoe trip with Dad. It was precious, albeit one ginormous whopper of a fib. It just went on and on and on (did YOU know that Jesus has a special "Hot Wheel" room up in Heaven, and is especially partial to water slides?????) I finally grabbed the video camera to capture the last half of his tale, because it was so elaborate, it made Quinn whine several times "But I want to go to Heaven and be with Jesus, too!!!!!" Usually dinner conversations consist of topics like poopie baby diapers and burping, so this was actually an amusing change of pace.

The Baby Translator

Quinn: "Mom, why doesn't Reagan talk?"
Mom: "Because she doesn't know English yet."
Quinn: "Oh. But she KNOWS things."
Mom: "Like what?"
Quinn: "She knows when it's breakfast, lunch and dinner!"

Yup. Guess no one has to teach her that!! Oh wise belly.