Jack at bedtime

To say he is a strange child would be putting it mildly. Obviously, as I tucked him in, when I asked what song he wanted before prayer, he was already off in his own world...

Jack: "Who was that girl with makeup at the rest'rant?

Me: What restaurant?

J: Where I eat dat pizza.

M: What girl? The waitress?

J: No, that girl with makeup.

M: I don't know. Are you ready to sing "Old Macdonald?"

J: It was Dani.

M: Oh, right, I remember now! (laughing because we met Dani at Macar.oni Grill for lunch right before she went back to Honduras and Jack had pizza)

J: We ate pizza.

M: Was it good?

J: Yes, it was good. Not bad. Poop is bad. We don't eat bugs. Spiders only eat bugs. And sharks don't eat fish. [Nemo reference, b/c Maddy had just read the book to him] If they do, they can't play with them. Goodnight, Mommy. You can sleep in your own bed.

His stream of consciousness cracks me up. I guess like most of us, when he lays down at the end of the day, he reflects on what he's learned throughout the day. He cracks me up with the things he remembers or that stand out to him.

By the way, the picture is supposed to be of his new haircut, but the orange shellac cabinets don't make a great background :) Also, his mouth is blue from the lollipop he had for sitting still to get his hair cut!

A rare moment...

It seems like lately, there is a lot more sibling rivalry in our house than peace. Blog readers don't get the full view of this, since I rarely run to grab my camera when things are falling apart :-) The grandparents see the "real" us!

The kids really do love each other, but Madeline gets tired of little brothers wanting to mess up her dolls, borrow her Ameri.can Girl catalog, stand directly in front of the television when "Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman"--PBSKids--is on, or swipe her pink blankies to use as capes.

Noah is usually just looking for someone to play a board game with him or for some peace and quiet, and a hard floor, to set up his army of Res.cue Heroes/miscellaneous action figures, and doesn't handle "no" or interruptions well. And JackE is busy either messing up dolls/action figures, swiping a blankie for use as a cape, or trying to wrestle (aka play superheroes) with Noah against his will.

A lot of the problem is that, being selfish little people, they just do what they want without bothering to ask others if they want to participate. But every great once in a while, someone actually *asks* another for something and everyone works together. And this happened with NO guidance from me. It's sad that this is so exciting. Probably in some houses it's a normal occurance. Let's just hope it happens again before the year is over :-)

Love and chocolate

After a chilly, windy afternoon outside, the kids enjoyed their hot chocolate.

Jack is looking depressed because he's upset that his "hot cocoa" was hot. It wasn't actually hot, the other two drank theirs right away with no problems, but he was convinced it was going to burn him, so he pouted. It's been one of those days. Like my mama used to recite about me, "There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very good indeed, but when she was bad she was horrid." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (really, I thought it was Mother Goose!) must've been trying to disguise that it was about Jack, with the girl part, and the curl part...the rest of it is definitely him!

And then, being the glutton for punishment that I am, I decided it would be a good time to try to take Valentine's pictures. In my defense, they were in a chocolate-induced stupor, so I thought they might be far enough gone that they'd go along with pictures.

As you can see, Jack started out pouting, but he recovered. I considered trying to get the Sup.erman cape off him, but it was NOT worth the fight, so I left it alone.

Then all I could get out of him was this fake, goofy smile. He does this a lot lately. He also started a fake laugh as of yesterday. He does it after everything he says, whether it was intended to be funny or not. That Jack!

I love my little goofballs!