Honor Roll

Leesha .... (drum roll) Was on the "A" honor roll for third trimester! Way to go Leesha!

On the way home from the grocery store:
Mom: "Jack, when we get home, I need you to do a few things. 1 - Go potty. 2 - Get your hat. 3 - Go outside and play. Now, what did Mommy say?"
Jack: "1 - Go potty. 2 - Get your hat. 3 - Go outside and play."
I thought it was phenomenal that he remembered and even numbered the steps. Unfortunately, when we got home, he didn't seem to remember what he was supposed to do.

Jack was having me put bracelets on his (and Maggie's)favorite stuffed puppy. I asked; "Is this a girl puppy, or a boy puppy?"
Jack: "Um, a boy."
Mom: "What's his name?"
Jack: "Mabeee it's Dad."

Jack asked for a piece of cheese at lunch. Jeffry gave him one. "Fanks Dad. That was 'foughtful' of you."

Melting my heart

Jeffry has been watching Speed Racer cartoons with Jack. One of the "bad guys" is Duggery (sp?). Duggery drives a red car. Leesha brought Jack a red Lamborghini (wow, either I spelled that correctly on the first typing, or spell check didn't recognize it) back from her Dad's and gave it to Jack. He considers the new Matchbox sized car to be "Duggery". Tuesday, he informed me; "Duggery is a mean driver." I responded; "Are you a mean driver?" "No; 'cause I'm not a driver."

In the last month or so, Jack took apart a pen of mine and in the process, broke part of it. Since it came with my planner, I wanted to keep it and went to the trouble of gluing the broken part back together. He got at it again today and took it apart again. He came to show me, and I said; "You took my pen apart again?"
"No, not a lot. (short pause) I didn't make a mess."

In an effort to get Maggie to stop sucking her thumb, I made contraption that covers her thumb. So long as we're trying to break her of that habit, I figured we should go ahead and see what we can do about Jack's lovie. It's cute that he still likes it and wants to sleep with it, but it will have to go sometime. Last night, I told him that if he slept without it, he'd get some M&M's in the morning. Today, I kept bringing it up ... no lovie, M&M's; lovie, no M&M's. He decided to brave it tonight. However, while us "grown ups" were watching a movie, the sky was changing colors, so we were making noise upstairs and disturbed Jack trying to fall asleep. The third (or maybe fourth) time he got up, he came downstairs and said he wanted his lovie. I came up with him and talked to him a little bit reminding him about not getting M&M's, but that it was okay if he wanted his lovie, then tucked him back into bed. I was still upstairs a few minutes later when he comes out of his room saying; "Maybe I do wan' 'o give you my lovie mom 'cause I'm big." (Awww.....) He tried so hard. Those M&M's are a real lure. It melts my heart.

At breakfast:
Mom: "Guess what we get to do next? Go grocery shopping!"
Jack: "No."
Mom: "Why?"
Jack (with his mouth full of food): "We have plen' of food."
Mom: "We have plenty of food?"
Jack: "Yeah."

Overheard with Grace and Charlie

Jack to Grace shortly after I told him that I don't want him to shout "no" when I tell him something. "Grace, Mom doesn't like it when you say "no"."

Jack to both Grace and Charlie after he obeyed me right away and went potty; "Guys, mom is happy that I listened right away!"

Jack (jumping up and down and making noises like he's excited) to both Grace and Charlie; "LOOK! It's a Gnome!" (about the "Grow Your Own Gnome" I gave Jeffry for Father's Day.

Grace: "Can I play with the Hula Poop?"

Brief update

Leesha taught Maggie to say "Baby" on Tuesday. Very cute. She doesn't associate it with anything it seems, but does say it a lot.

Now that she's got both top and bottom teeth, she's grinding them every so often. That's a nerve-grater.

We've gotten her to stand momentarily. However, she's just not interested in it. She just sinks down when she thinks we're going to let go of her. I call it "spaghetti legs".

Friday, we celebrated 5 years of marriage. We took the babies over to our friends for the evening while we enjoyed dinner at Osaka (Hibachi) before a walk around Langton Lake. On our way home, I asked Jack (who was eating goldfish like he'd been starving); "Did you eat at the Browns?" He responded; "No. There wasn't 'nuf room."

Earlier in the day, I'd allowed him to play outside. When it was time to come in, I wanted him to clean up. He pretended his bat was an umbrella since it was wet outside. Prior to that, Jeffry had told him it was starting to rain, and I think asked Jeffry for an umbrella so he wouldn't get wet. While outside, he'd found the spray nozzle attachment for the hose and screwed it on himself. Then he wanted help using it to fill the bucket. E nvisioning him trying to figure it out and spraying water all over himself, I got the camera out. No suck luck. He did everything just as he should have.

Saturday, I left to go grocery shopping and left the kids with Jeffry. Jack realized I was leaving, and came up to say goodbye. He gave me a hug before I went out the door. I asked him to close the door behind me which he did. Just after he'd shut it, he said; "I wan' 'o give you a kiss!" How can one resist that?

Around 3 am Saturday morning, Jack woke up crying; "I wan' some Go'fish." Fearing he'd wake Maggie, I had him wait in the living room while I got some. I gave him the snack, then told him to go back in his room when he was done with them. Jeffry came back in our room this morning to let me know that Jack was sleeping on the couch, with the Goldfish.

On our way out one morning; "Hi sun! I like you. You're my friend."

Several weeks ago, I decided to take the girls out to a dollar store. Jack realized we were leaving him (since he wasn't done with dinner). Just as I was starting to pull out of the driveway, Leesha says; "Look at Jack." There he was at the side door, his little face perfectly framed by the "bars" on the window, in an open-mouthed cry. I had pity on him and allowed him to go with us.

Jesus and Lightsabers

We watched some Star Wars fan films, one in which two guys fight with lightsabers.  At the end one guy gets his hand cut off and I think that kind of disturbed Jack.  Much later I over heard Jack say "The guy got his hand cut off. I'm going to go tell Jesus."

Butter

Jack putters around in the kitchen, then comes to me licking part of a stick of butter still in the wrapper; "That's my favorite food. Butter's my favorite food." - - photo op. - - "Jack, we have a problem. What if other people want butter?" "No."

Maggie has finally cut all 4 top teeth.

Trying to keep Jack awake on the way home one afternoon; "Mom, I got sleep in my eyes." "Can you get it out?" "No." (I think he was trying to say that his eyelids were heavy.)

After a busy weekend with Willis South in town, I'm now working the full 4 day week. We've survived 3 days alternating between friends, Grandma and Grandpa, and friends again. I think the babies have had fun, but are getting worn out. It makes me a little worried thinking about the 3 weeks this summer when I work all 5 days and I'm not just subbing. The good news with that Jeffry found out today that he should be working 4 day weeks, so that eliminates some daycare needs for us, and gives the kids some dad only time.