i love my brother

Deep answers to deep questions

You know that phase where your child starts asking "Why?" to everything? We are square in that phase with Owen right now. "Why is that our house?" "Why is the sky blue?" "Why are we driving this way?" and on and on....

Today in the car, we turned the tables, and our boy gave us some surprisingly deep answers. I admit, I got a little teary.

Me: Owen, why are we on the earth?
Owen: We not on the earth.

Me: Owen, why are alive?
Owen: We not alive.

Me: Owen, why are we people?
Owen: We not people. We a familly.

Charb's favorite place

Catching up

Found these pics and thought I'd share. The first is pre-haircut of the boys at the playground. The 2nd is a cute pic of Char in a cute highchair at a friend's house. Isn't it the cutest chair? Thanks for the pic, K! :)

From Easter

boys will be boys?

Yesterday after bath, the boys went downstairs to play. Before they went, Todd made them take an oath saying they promised to come upstairs if they had to poop. They were wearing just underwear (yeah, what?) and after about an hour of playing, they came up naked. "Where are your underwear?" we asked. "Downstairs. We peed on the bed," one of them replied. "What? ha ha ha," Todd answered. "We peed. On the bed." Todd and I exchanged glances, not sure if we heard them correctly or not. I made the move to go check out the basement.

Sure enough, a big puddle of pee was slowly seeping into the mattress. There was no remorse from the pee-ers, either. They heehawed it up and kept talking about it until bedtime. We threatened to give away their toys, and Todd seriously considered peeing on their beds in retaliation. (He said the only thing stopping him was that he'd have to clean it.) When we reminded them of their oath and asked why they didn't come upstairs to pee, they said, "We didn't have to poop, Daddy!"

Is this how boys behave? Sheesh.

I wouldn't go in there, either

At the park today, the boys had to use the potty. At this park, the choice for potties is either the green port-a-john or the grey port-a-john. Henry chose the green one, and then Owen and I went next. He got ready, looked in, and said, "What dat?" and I told him, "Other people's pee." He said, "I can't go in here. I need a better potty." So we looked in the grey potty and he said, "Nope, I can't go in there either. I need a better potty."

There are days that being a male are useful and preferable. When you can pee in the woods behind a tree without getting your socks wet? One of those days.