Life With Boys

Tyler’s class made pilgrims. I’m looking at all of the pilgrims with smiling faces and two eyes and then I get to Tyler’s. Tyler’s face has at least 20 circles on it. “Tyler, why does your pilgrim have so many eyes?” “They aren’t eyes, he’s sick.” Continue reading

Morgan might be a zoo keeper if he grows up (which at the rate he throws himself off of things is questionable.) He comes straight down the stairs to find his “anne-knee-mauls” — little plastic animals that come in a “toob.” He grabs you off the couch to go “pay” (and he truly does grab… Continue reading

I’ve enrolled Tyler in a dance class (figuring that when he gets a little older he’ll want nothing to do with dance class.) He had his first session yesterday. When Miss Krissy (the teacher) said “let’s do log rolls” Tyler decided to be a boulder. When Miss Krissy asked “Can you jump?” Tyler bounced around… Continue reading

On our way into the library today after a napless afternoon, Tyler heard a bird. T: “What’s that?” Me: “It’s a bird.” T: “What kind?” Me: “A crow I think” T: “No, it’s an eagle.” Me: “No, I really think it’s a crow.” T: “Its beak isn’t long enough to be a crow.” Continue reading

Tyler: “I (sob) had (sob) a (sob sob) bad dream.” Me: “It’s OK. What was your dream about?” Tyler: “I can’t talk about it right now.” Continue reading

Morgan thinks he’s invincible. And so far he’s been right. He takes flying leaps off, well everything, and even when he belly-flops on the floor he must not feel it because he does it again. Sometimes it’s from the coffee table onto the couch. Sometimes it’s a leap from one box to another. Each is… Continue reading

“I want to hold the moon … it’s not hot.” Continue reading

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Going to the bathroom with kids is always an adventure. It never fails that as soon as you get everyone into the stall that one of then will start:1) Start unrolling the toilet paper2) Get into the trash can3) try to play in the toiletOr my favorite – 4) just as you are “mid-stream” (pun… Continue reading

Daddy is THE ONE – Mom can disappear into the background as long as Daddy is home. Dad is the one who wrestles, plays balloon games, is the master “car road and ball. Mom is the one who makes them eat REAL food, spends time doing laundry, dragging them from grocery store to dry cleaners… Continue reading