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?

 

Stats at 10 years 8 months: Colby

For the record, at 10 years 8 months of age, Colby is58.6 inches tall and weighs 71.6 pounds.  BMI in the 7th%. 

He apparently hasn't grown in height in the last 7 months, but has gained a few pounds.  I have a feeling a big "sprout" is looming in the near future!

In Withdrawal

I have decided that the children are much too attached to electronics, lack any sort of imagination, and suffer from a severe dearth of creative play skills.  As such, the Wii remotes, the iPod, and the Galaxy Tablet all now live full time in our safe.  I was just tired of discovering after the fact that certain above electronics had been snuck TO SCHOOL, or snuck into bed at night, and it was just high time to break the addiction.

This has been ridiculously hard for the boys, and they are going through serious, serious withdrawals.  They wander around the house listlessly, complaining of having nothing to do.  I have graciously offered chores for them to fill their time, but alas - they refuse.  I have also suggested getting rid of the toys and games they DO have, because obviously they are too boring to play with, and are just taking up space in the house.  This also has been frowned upon.  Instead, they run around like banshees, and fight a whole lot.  There's 1000% increase in the tossing of stuffed animals through the air, and screeching of little sisters as she is being tormented.  Productive play: we're not there yet.   This has been harder for me than it has been for them, I assure you.

So yesterday, while at Treats getting ice cream, Colby made some crack, held out his hand, leaned in near his ice cream and yelled "SELFIE!"  All the way home, three children leaned in to hug each other, made faces into thin air, held out a hand in front of them and yelled "SELFIE!  CLICK!". 

((sigh)). 

Their hands have now become imaginary iPods.  Great.  Well, I guess I wanted them to use their imaginations.  Just pathetic that this is as far as it gets.

Thanks For That

At the dinner table tonight:

Reagan had finished not one, but TWO whitefish, as well as a baked potato.  And she was still hungry, so she helped herself to the chicken carcass in the fridge.  Dad was having none of it.

Dad: "No way, Lado Lado.  That's mine for lunch tomorrow.  Sheesh!  Why are you eating so much tonight?"

Mom: "She's a growing girl, Dad."

Colby: "I think she's just turning into a She-man.  Like Mom."

LIKE MOM????????