Voices Return

For the record, Quinn is now a baritone again.  WHEW!  Thought he was going to have chipmunk voice forever!!  Not that COLBY'S is a chipmunk voice, since I made such a big deal about Quinn sounding like Colby.  Just... he's back to normal.  I should be quiet now before the boys read this and I offend someone.  AHEM.

Nightmares

Quinn crawled into bed with me at 3:30am, crying and shaking.  I asked him what was wrong.  He said he had a scary dream.  He asked for us to say prayers, which we did, and then he went back to sleep.  This morning, I asked him about his dream.

Quinn: "We were in our car, and a man came up and tried to open the door.  When he couldn't get in his head fell off.  His hands tried to grab me, and his body was shaking on the ground."

Oh my!  That IS a scary dream.  WHERE would such ideas get into his subconcious?  I asked him if he had seen anything scary like that.

Quinn: "No.  I just dreamed it.  And when that guy came up to the Mystery Machine, and tried to open the door....."

Mystery Machine????  OHHHHHH.  That little detail was left out of the first telling.  A little detective work leads us to the culprit... Scooby Doo.  And he would've gotten away with it, if it wasn't for those meddling kids!!

Overheard a few minutes ago.

Colby: "Quinn, when your nightmare woke you up, it woke ME up, and I didn't get to finish my dream!"
Quinn: "What was your dream about?"
Colby:  "I don't know, but it was magic.  I can dream that I can do ANYTHING!"

Laying Down the Law

I didn't get home from work until 9:30 pm last night, and the house was dark.  When I flipped on lights this morning, I saw a COMPLETE disaster.  The Q-tips (which I normally keep high on the medicine chest) were spewed all over the living room. 

Mom: "Who did this?"
Quinn and Colby "REAGAN!"
Mom:  "Oh, that Reagan!"
Quinn: "I guess we're just going to have to throw her out of the house.  She's too messy."

Overheard

Colby:  "REAGAN!!  Quit acting like a zero-year-old!!"

Toys at School

Morning cavity search  pocket check yielded a Bakugan, a miniature skate board, and a slinky - all on board for use while in school.  After I confiscated said items, I explained to the boys that they could play with them when they got home this afternoon.

Quinn: "But MOM!  That's not until DINNER TIME!  I'll have to go all day without toys!!"
Mom:  "You'll be learning.  You're not supposed to be playing with toys at school."
Colby: "What about on recess?  There's NOTHING to do out there!"
Mom: "No balls for soccer or basketball?  No slides, swings, merry go rounds?  Jump ropes?  Friends?"
Colby: "All that stuff is boring". 

Oi Vey.  We have six year olds that suffer from a serious lack of imagination.  Recess used to be my favorite part of the school day!

High Pressure Salesmen

Quinn and Colby are selling popcorn for the Cub Scouts, so WATCH OUT.  Tonight, cousin Chuck and grandma and grandpa Aho came over for dinner, and the boys were hot on their heels for a sale.

Here's their shpeel:
"Hi, my name is (insert name and adorable 6-year old boy look here).  Would you like to buy some popcorn for the cubscouts?"

Grandma was an easy sell.  I think she said something like "Of course!  You're so cute!  You're my favorite salesman".  So that built the boys' confidence up, and they ran outside to make a sale to Grandpa and Chuck.... WHILE they were taking a sauna.  Not being able to firm up the deal (no pens or $$ there when you're in nothing but a towel), they brought it up again at dinner.  Mom told them to wait.  AFTER dinner, they were all over our guests yet again.  Talk about high-pressure!!  It worked, though.  Three overly-priced bags of popcorn sold to three different guests.  Then they hit Dad up, and he gave them a tenative sale, but ended it with "See Mommy for a check."

I DID overhear the boys say "WOW!  We're RICH!", and was quick to point out that this was NOT their money, but the troop's. 

Conditional Love

I spent the other afternoon sewing Quinn's Halloween costume.  He was grateful, and made me this lovely thank you note.  It says (and I quote): "Hui My Name its Quinn  I luve u bkus u sode my cosum" (Translation, for all of you out there who don't read 6-year-old-boy: "Hi.  My name is Quinn.  I love you because you sewed my costume.")

Before you go all googly and sappy, saying "AAAAWWWWWWWW" like I did, I should tell you that as he handed me the note, he said "but if my costume doesn't turn out good, I'll have to rip that up."

Wah-HUH?

Voices

It's become apparent to me how much I rely on the boys' voices to tell them apart.  When they're yelling down the stairs.  When they're yelling from the kitchen.  When they're yelling in the yard.  When they're yelling (is that SUPPOSED to be talking?) at the dinner table.  My Mom-sense is totally screwed up.  Because I'll hear a miscellaneous boy calling for his blanky at bed-time, and I'm thinking it's Colby, because it's Colby's VOICE, and when I get upstairs, I find I've brought "snuggly blanky" to the kid who's already asleep, and "green blanky" is still downstairs.  And there sits a disappointed Quinn, wondering why his mother has flipped her lid, and can no longer tell her children apart unless they are within eyeshot. 

Dang!  Wonder if it will stay like this forever???

The Tell-Tale Voice

The easiest and most immediate way most people tell the boys apart is by their voice.  Quinn's has always been much huskier than Colby's, even when they were babies.  Well, Quinn had his tonsils out today, and you know what?  His voice is higher now.  He sounds like COLBY! When I mentioned his voice change, he was very offended. "I do NOT sound like Colby!"   Rob walked into the room just now and said "Weird, Quinn sounds like Colby now!"  So, for all you people out there that  have relied on your ears rather than your eyes to tell our boys apart.... you're out of luck.  Tonsilectomies made Colby's voice deeper and Quinn's higher, and they are now the same.  Start searching for those tell-tale scars, y'all.