What Happens at Gigi's, Stays at Gigi's

Well, that used to be the case.  Until one grandma got a hold of a video camera. We have been trying to figure out why Warren loves going over to "Gigi's" so much.  I know going to grandma's is supposed to be a treat.  But, he wants to be at her house more than anywhere else.

Today, we got our answer...thanks to Harriet's handy camera work.  Not only does he get to be with Bear, but he gets to watch movies (and Cartoon Network, which is not allowed in our house), he gets to watch them on the TV in his room (which is certainly not allowed in our house, given that he has no TV in his room...and probably won't for quite some time)...and he gets to do all that while eating in his bed (which is also not allowed in our house). Don't you want to go to Gigi's?

Saturday Mornings and Super Heroes

When I was little, I remember having the most vivid imagination.  My best friend, Beth, her sisters and I, would dress up and create amazing dance routines and musical plays.  (I can still remember some of the songs we made up.)  Who would have known that years later, I was playing dress up again.  This time, with my two creative little boys.

Chris has class Saturday mornings, which means the boys and I get to enjoy some lazy times together.  Today, we welcomed Spider Man and his partner in crime, Safari Man.  Saving the world from danger is a tough job, especially for one four year old Spider Man.  Any good super hero recruits the help of his super hero friends, like Safari Man.  Between spider webs and a net, danger doesn't stand a chance.  As they finished saving the world, Safari Man ended up with a battle scar and reverted back to a 22-month old by asking for the "Boo Boo Fish."  Shortly after, I heard Warren (AKA Spider Man...don't be fooled) telling him, "Harper, you don't eat the Boo Boo Fish.  You put it on your boo boo."  I guess even super heroes need some help from their big brothers every now and then.

He's Smarter Than the Average Bear

What is it about the way in which kids deal with death?  Their innocence touches our hearts.  This morning, Warren came up to me quoting Yogi Bear, "Hey Boo Boo, I'm smarter than the average bear."  (Of course his version had a bit of a lisp on the smarter and the r's sounded a lot like l's.)  In any case, I asked him where he heard that, to which he replied "Oh, we heard it at school yesterday."

I reminded him that Pap used to do a really great Yogi Bear impression.  And instead of upsetting him, like I expected, he joyfully said "Oh ya.  And mom, when we get to Heaven, he can do it for me then."  I agreed, trying to hold back my tears.  He then stopped and said "Mommy, wisten.  Do you hear it?  I can hear Pap practicing."  Wanting to play along, I stopped and said "Oh ya.  I do hear it."  With his eye squinted and nose and mouth upturned, he said "Moooommy, not there.  In my heart.  Wisten, I can hear him practicing in my heart."  I guess he really is smarter than the average bear!

Summer Wrap-Up

As we are enjoying the last care-free days of summer, I thought I'd just share a couple of random stories from our uneventful summer.

I've gotten pretty good (if I do say so myself) at making blueberry pie.  I've got a delicious (very easy) recipe using fresh blueberries.  So good, in fact, that Warren decided he was ready to try his hand at helping.  He takes after his momma, in that neither of us are good at, or like to cook.  But, we can make a pretty mean blueberry pie!

Most recently, I was fixing dinner on my birthday (a frozen pizza....don't be too impressed) while the boys were playing in the play room.  

Warren:  "Mommy, what do you want for your birthday?"

Me:  "Oh, I don't know.  How about a new watch?  Or a cute hoodie?  Or some fun notecards?"

Warren:  "How about a spaceboy or a flying cowboy?"
Me:  "Ok."

Harper, on the other hand...well, here's what Harper has done this summer.  Yes, his "under cover" fettish carries over into his sleep.

He just couldn't hold out any longer.

Harper's 2nd favorite place to sleep is in the rocking chair.

His 1st favorite place to sleep is under anything.

Big brother showing little brother how to use an iPad.

Apparently using the iPad under the blanket is much cooler.

Um.....

Well, it happened.  A moment I knew was just around the corner.  My friends warned me, yet I was still surprised...any mother would be.  And moms of boys will know exactly what I'm speaking of. 

In the bathtub tonight, Warren looks down, squeezes and says "Mommy, what are these?  Are they pee eggs that shoot all my pee out?"  Oh dear God help us!