Oh Boy...(and I Do Mean BOY)

I know parent-hood is full of firsts, but I just didn't expect some "firsts" to come quite so early.  And being the (rather naive) mother of two boys puts a whole new spin on things.  Take this morning, for example.  As Chris gets out of the shower, Harper struts in, points and says "Daddy, your penith?"  Chris casually answers him, "Yes, Harper.  That's Daddy's penis."  Harper promptly turns around and lifts up my nightgown, "Mommy, your penith?"  Well, "Um, no, Harper.  Mommy doesn't have a penis."  Enough with the penis talk already.

Or, so I thought.  I thought I was in the clear, until I pulled up to the boys' school.  You might be thinking to yourself...."What could possibly go wrong at a Christian pre-school?"  Oh, if only!  As he's taking off his seatbelt, I hear from my four-year old, "Mommy, why does my penis keep coming up?"  You can just imagine the look on my face, as I looked in my rear-view mirror (scared to death of what I might see) and said "What do you mean, Buddy?"  Feeling the need to illustrate his point (since I am a visual learner), he further explains "Well, it's like this..."  This, followed by short, quick breaths in and out, as his finger points and bends, points and bends, points and bends.  Now that both boys are sound asleep, I think we can safely call it quits on the penis talk for today.  Bring on tomorrow!

The Amazing Chirp Warren...and Harper

By now you have probably noticed that the boys have pretty big imaginations.  There is no shortage of creativity in our household.  More than anything, they love pretending..... dressing up in costumes, singing songs, playing any kind of instrument...or, in the case of the video below, creating hilariously funny concerts, starring "The Amazing Chirp Warren....and Harper."  (While the show stars Warren, be sure to pay special attention to Harper.)

You've Got Some Skills Man!

Although the past couple of weeks have been a bit dull around here, tonight was definitely anything but.  It began at the dinner table, during a discussion of possible Halloween costumes.  When I asked what they wanted to be, Warren immediately said "Spiderman!"  And, of course Harper then said "Mommy, Spiderman!"  Because he was Spiderman last year, I tried to steer him to something else.  Maybe...the Smurfs???  Easy enough costume, right?  Except finding white shorts.  Warren could be Brainy or Sensitive Smurf and Harper could be Hungry Smurf.  Didn't quite go over as well as I had hoped.  However, it did open Warren's eyes to something other than just Spiderman.  He then, at least, said he wanted to be a superhero.  The conversation continued something like this:

Warren:  "Mommy, I know.  I can be Superhero Warren.  And then I can get Spiderman, Batman and Robin, and...hmmm....one more....well, it could be my wife, but she died."    

Me:  "Oh, she died?  I am so sorry.  You must be so sad."

Warren:  "Nope, I'm not.  I know, I could get Peter Pan."

After quickly grieving the loss of Superhero Warren's wife, we got into the bathtub.  It was time to get out after lots of sliding down the back wall and even more splashing water.  (A bit of necessary background...Warren loves to suck water into his mouth and spit it like a hose in Harper's face.  Harper doesn't love it quit so much, so I told Warren he needed to stop.)  So, as the water is draining, Warren tries to get one more shot in.  I yanked his arm, with a "Warren, out NOW!"  Warren looks at me with puppy dog eyes, which teared up very very quickly, gets out and says "But Mommy, you got angry at me."  And I replied, "Yes, Warren I did get angry at you, because I asked you to stop and you didn't."  And the clincher..."But Mommy, you broke my heart!"  UGH!

Next up...after catching my breath (talk about a broken heart) and calming him down, I decided I would sit in their room while they went to sleep.  (Since moving both of them into one room, we've found bedtime comes a bit sooner if one of us stay in there until they fall asleep.)  Normally, Chris stays in there with them.  However, after the breaking heart incident, I kinda felt guilty.  Little did I know how wound up they were.  And, because it was a bit later, we decided not to give them a "grown up vitamin"  (aka Melatonin, to help them settle down).  Big mistake!

After lots and lots of banter, Harper sits up in his bed and starts scratching the netting on his rail.  Warren then stands straight up and says "Harper, you've got some skillz man!  You've got some skillz!"