Quinn In A Box

It amazes me how small a space they can completely fit into. This is the box for the bumbo seat that Reagan just got. Wow. They're really good at Hide and Seek, too!

Thought Process

Poor Colby has been getting in trouble alot lately, so we are trying to teach him how to make "good choices". This might be a little too much for an impulsive four year old boy, but we're TRYING to get him to ask himself the following questions before doing something questionable....

1. Will it hurt me?
2. Will it hurt someone else?
3. Will it cause something to break?
4. Will it make a mess?
5. (This one from dad) Will it WASTE SOMETHING?

We've been trying to talk out the thought process with BOTH boys, but I think we've got a little more work to do. I found Quinn climbing up onto the end table repeatedly, and then jumping off, and telling me "I made a good choice! I got off the table because I could get hurt!" Ugh. And, right after Colby finished cleaning up the wall after smearing make-up all over it, during my lecture about "good choices", he started pulling all the floss out of it's container. Thus questions #5. Rob told him "Colby, you're DOING IT RIGHT NOW!" He just said "oh. Sorry." Like he didn't even realize what his little hands were doing. It's not sinking in.

Jesus Laughing

Quinn: "Mom, what does Jesus laughing sound like?"
Mom: "I don't know. What does it sound like?"
Quinn (insert 'DUH' look here) "I don't know! I can't hear Him!"
It was a good question, though.

A New Family For Colby

Last night after our Mothers of Preschoolers meeting, Colby started following the wrong mom out in the parking lot. She jokingly asked him "Oh! Are you coming home with us?" He apparently DID want to go home with them, because he climbed in their van, buckled himself up in the back seat, and absolutely REFUSED to come out. Quinn, back in our van, told me "Mom, Colby doesn't like us anymore". Hmmmmmm. I physically forced Colby into our own van after about 10 minutes of cajoling - kicking and screaming. He cried himself to sleep in the van on the way home. I didn't think we were THAT bad!!!

Just Overheard....

Colby to Quinn: "No! I don't look like you! You look like me!"

Too funny.

Danger Everywhere

This constant vigilance keeping the children alive is draining. Colby was reportedly going to the bathroom in my bedroom. When it took longer than the required 30 seconds, I went to check on him. There he was, underwear around his ankles, holding a match and my hairspray. I know he knows how to light a match, as he's done it before. AAAAHHH! Bad combination. It would just be our luck that my children would explode themselves with household items. Disaster narrowly averted. At least this time.

This Mom Business

Some days, I think to myself "how will I ever survive being a mother?" Other days, like today, I think being a mom is the best job in the whole world. They are few and far between, these "good mom" days, but when they occur, it makes it all worthwhile. After school today, the boys had a snack (of HEALTHY not junky food), made books, learned spelling words with the refrigerator magnet letters, and then went swimming in the hot tub. Just a well-controlled, un-manic, productive preschool afternoon. It was so nice. Why can't every afternoon be like this?