Of European Descent

We were having a snack at the kitchen island, the children and I.  Colby, who has been a bit under the weather, was coughing over everyone else's food.  I grabbed his arm and physically made him cover his mouth.

Mom: "Colby, you need to cover your mouth.  You're spreading germs to everyone else.  We don't want to eat your sick germs."

Quinn: "That's Colby, Mom.  He's Germ-Man."

Colby, without missing a beat, says "No, but I'm German." 

he he he.  Yes, there's a little German in there, boy.  And a whole lot of Germ-man.

The problem with twins

There was a dispute over a certain library book that both boys wanted to read simultaneously. Things were getting ugly quick, so Dad intervened with age-old wisdom. 

   "We will do rock-paper-scissors to determine who gets to read the book."  Certainly sounded like a good idea.  Dad had forgotten the resonant brain wave phenomena, though. It took TWENTY rounds before the boys did something other than tie. Freaky. 

Quinn ended up winning by the way. 

Definitions

Quinn: "MOOOOOOMMMM!  Reagan's committing adultery!!!!"
Mom: "Say WHAT?!?!"
Quinn:  "She's flashing her butt at me!"



Reagan.........grrrrrrrr.    That's a little trick she learned from her brothers.

Life Lessons

Reagan: "Mom, I want strawberry juice, but there isn't any."
Mom: "Have water."
Quinn: "Mom, you need to turn this into a life lesson.  Reagan, you can't always get what you want.  Life isn't fair.  Deal with it. "
Mom: "Thanks for that, Quinn."

Firstborn

Picked the kids up from faith formation class this evening.  I asked them what they were learning about.

Reagan: "We learned about the girl who at the apple, but she wasn't supposed to."
Mom: "Oh, Eve."
Colby: "We learned about Isaac and his sons Esau and Jacob."
Mom: "What did you learn about them?"
Colby: "Well, I learned that I am NOT giving up my birthright as firstborn son like Esau did.  You and Dad die, and I'm in CHARGE.  And I get all your stuff."

OK then.  That 2 minutes was very fortuitous, wasn't it?

Stranger in my Bed

5 am and the dog barks as the doorknob to my bedroom turns.  In walks a dark figure of a boy. 
"What are you doing up so early, little man?" I ask.  A voice groggy with sleep answers me.  "I can't sleep".
"Well, climb in bed with me."  He is wrapped in a blanket and he cuddles up next to me.  Is it Quinn?  Is it Colby?  I can't see his face, his voice gave me no clues, so I lie there and listen to his breathing, and how he twitches next to me in his sleep.  Ahhhh, then.  It's Colby. 

It's interesting to me, that I can tell them apart even in the darkest night by how they BREATHE and SLEEP.  A mother knows her child.