Snippets on a Tuesday Morning

Reagan is not a morning person.  She wakes up with a serious case of bed-head and the crabbies most mornings.  Today was normal times about 50.  Crying, wailing from the moment she walked out of her bedroom door.  It was not a pretty sight.

Quinn took one look at his sister, and said "Mom, Reagan is not joyous this morning.  I think she needs to go back to bed."

I'll have to remember to be "joyous" in the mornings from now on, too.....

Jinx

The boys have discovered "JINX!"  You know.  When you say something at the same time, and then whoever says "JINX!" first buys the other a pop.  Or something.  You were a kid once... you remember.  The thing is, my boys share a brain  (at one time, literally - now only figuratively).  Because they think the same, they SAY the same things at the same time, constantly.  Which means I hear "JINX!"  about 50,000 times a day.  But then, because they've said "Jinx" at the same time, too, they have to say "Jinx" again.... sometimes up to 15 times in a row.  I'm quite frankly "jinxed" out. 

Enough already.

GRRRR

After the LITERAL 15th time that I asked the children to get in the shower, I kinda lost it.

Mom: "I SAID GET IN THE SHOWER!!!!!!!!"

Quinn, Colby and Reagan... deer in headlights.... dead silence.  Quietly get undressed and get into the shower.  As soon as the door shut behind them, I heard Colby say this....

"Wow.  That was unexpected."

Which tells me that the first 14 times I told him to get in the shower did not register AT ALL.  Probably because his brother and sister are just SO HILARIOUS, and who can pay attention to a parental figure when goofiness is afoot. 

UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH.

It Begins

Third post today, but... well.... alot of bloggable moments, and I must document.

Quinn reported today that a girl tried to kiss him at school.  On the lips.  I asked him why she would do that, and he just shrugged, and said he didn't know why, because he ran away from her without asking.

Good grief.  At SEVEN this starts now????

Goodnight Kisses

I gave Quinn a kiss goodnight at bedtime.  He decided it wasn't a good enough kiss, and asked me to give him another.  So I obliged.

Quinn: "Mom, if Dad ever decides he doesn't want to be married to you anymore, I'll marry you."

That may be wrong on many different levels, but I was really touched by the heart of what he was saying.

Me: "I love you, too, buddy."

Growth Spurt

(((((SIGH))))

School had better get over soon, because all the boys' school clothes are at the end of their rope .  In March, even before the last snow, the shredded rubber they wore on their feet boots met their demise, and went to the Great Can in the Garage.  The winter coat keeps having near-death experiences, because I've thrown its disintegrated self into the trash at least 5 times, and yet it STILL ends up on the coat rack in the foyer.  Yesterday, Quinn's 3 month old tennis shoes exploded - his mother finally noticed that his toes had pushed out the end.  Today, I grabbed sweat pants for both the boys to wear to school, and was mortified when the  pants came up to about mid-shin.  The bus was in the driveway by the time I realized, and there wasn't time to change.  Colby said "It's okay, Mom.  They're just capri's, like yours!!" 

GOOD GRIEF.  It's like living with twin Incredible Hulks, that burst out of their clothing every time I turn around.  At least in summer, with bare feet, t-shirts and shorts (or, let's be honest... just plain underwear), we won't have to worry about high-waters, 3/4 length sleeves, and toes hanging out of tennis shoes.  Summer is so forgiving, in so many ways!  Bring it on.

Tooth Loss

The boys apparently don't care about the tooth fairy any more.   I noticed new holes in both boys' mouths.  A full week and a half AFTER the fact, Colby informed me that he had lost a tooth while we were on vacation. 

Colby: "Yeah, I lost it when we were in Florida, but I didn't tell you or dad.  I just hid it under my pillow in the hotel room.  The tooth fairy didn't come."  Not upset or anything... just very matter of fact.

Mom: "Well, how's the tooth fairy supposed to know if you were in a strange hotel room and you didn't tell anyone????"

He just shrugged. 

When I mentioned the new hole in Quinn's mouth, he informed me that he had lost his tooth at Grandma and Grandpa's while I was at work, and apparently left it there.  Totally unconcerned, not even writing a note or anything for the tooth fairy. 

So maybe the end of that little bit of childhood.  I'm far sadder than they seem to be.  Even though I'm the one who saved two bucks!