Soccer!

Soccer has begun, and is running simultaneously with the last few weeks of track.  That, in addition to daily gym class, means the boys are active.  A LOT.  Good.

I really enjoy watching these kids play!!  They've really improved over the years.

Memorial Day

This wet, rainy, cold Memorial Day was spent visiting the Aho great grandparents and great aunt's/uncles' graves.  We didn't last long outside the car, but were able to do a little care-taking, see the veteran's service and gun salute, and then share a meal with Mim and Pops, as well as cousin Jennie!  It is good to remember those who have gone before. 

Leg Length Discrepancy

Tonight in the car, Quinn told me that one of his legs was longer than another.

Mom: "How do you know that?"
Quinn: "I can see it.  And I know how it happened, too."
Mom: "You do?"
Quinn: "Yes.  It's from snowboarding.  Whenever I ride the lift, I undo the binding on my right foot but not the left.  So my left leg got pulled longer than my right."

Sure it did, Quinn. 

You broke your brother

It's official.  Quinn broke Colby.  UGH.

The rough-housing/handsy thing got a little out of hand at the track meet the other day, and Quinn pushed Colby to the ground.  Colby landed on his pinky finger.  It was black and blue and swollen, but his mother said "I'm sure it's just jammed.  You're fine."

Well, a week later, the finger still could not move, was still black and blue, and was still swollen.  Given that I do not have x-ray vision (contrary to popular belief), I brought him to the doctors.  Yup.  Broken.  Avulsion fracture at the first metacarpal phalangeal joint of the fifth ray (aka pinky knuckle is broken).    He'll be in a splint for the next four weeks.

Since the time they were in utero, they have NOT been able to keep their hands off of each other.  GOOD GRIEF CHILDREN.  Enough already!!

Talent

Can't tell who's more talented... Quinn playing the piano or Colby's mad dancing skills in the background.

The Things They Say

These boys have always made me laugh.  When they were little, they weren't necessarily trying to be funny... they just WERE.  Now that they're "tweens", they may be purposefully going for the joke, but I have to admit:  they're still funny. 

Tonight, on the way home from the band concert, the boys were complaining about their little sister, as they tend to do.

Mom: "You guys be nice to Reagan."
Quinn: "I think she tries to be annoying on purpose.  It's her purpose in life to bug us."
Mom: "You need to say kind things to her.  And please, stop bickering!"
Colby: "You and dad don't say kind things to each other."
Mom: "YES WE DO!"
Colby: "No you don't.  It's always 'you drive the kids!'  'No, YOU drive the kids!'  And then don't we feel loved when that happens."

hahahahahaha.

OK.  There may be the occasional (ahem) discussion about who gets to be the designated taxi driver to all these various activities the kids are involved in.  But that doesn't count as being unkind I don't think.  Does it???

Unpleasant Dinner Conversation Part Deux

The boys have a friend spending the night.  Tonight at dinner, this is what we got.

Spencer (to Rob and I):"I heard you guys met online?"
Dad and Mom: "SERIOUSLY?!?!  How do you know that?"
Q&C: "We told him."  [insert glaring looks from parents to boys here]
Spencer: "The sketchiness level in this household is just way high."
Mom: "You know boys that both your grandma and grandpas met on blind dates? And Aunt Kathy met Uncle Jack by writing him letters when he was in Vietnam?  That's basically the same thing."
Quinn: "Except yours is sketchier."
Spencer: "I heard it was even before there was Skype."  There's no denying it.  We're older than Skype.
Dad: "How did YOUR parents meet, Spencer?"
Spencer: "At Cal Poly, in college."
Mom and Dad: "OHHHHH.  The conventional way."
Spencer: "Yeah.  My family is really boring.  We're the least sketchy family you will ever meet.  Nothing like yours."
Dad: "Maybe we need to change the subject."
Spencer: "Yes.  Let's talk politics.  Donald Trump is horrible."
Quinn (jumping out of his seat and grabbing Spencer by the arm): "OKAAAAAAYYYYYYY.  And now, let's go downstairs!!  New subject!  New subject!"
Rob: "Stirring the pot eh?  You'll sleep outside in the treehouse tonight, Spencer." 

Teenagerhood

Quinn and Colby both have colds, with hoarse voices.  At dinner, the lower register really amused Quinn.  

Quinn: "Mom.  Don't bother me.  I'm pubescing right now."

hahahahahahaha. 

Pipe Organ Lessons Begin

Our church has offered to pay for pipe organ lessons for two young men, in an effort to preserve the dying art form.  They began today!