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This turkey has seen some shit...

The little paper attached to the turkey is where Alex wrote what he's thankful for...
"I'm thankful for Jesus."
Now, this is a very nice thing to write, but it caught me by surprise as we are not a religious family, and have rarely attended any services.  My curiosity got the best of me, so I asked him where he learned about Jesus.

"The hotel that Dad took me to."
"What?  What hotel?"
"You know, the hotel that Dad and I went to and we learned about Jesus and where he came from."
"Ummmm, no, I do not know about that hotel...Oh.  Are you thinking of the church Daddy took you to?"
"OHHHHH!  Yes, that's what I meant.  The church."
"Ok.  Good good.  And if you could not tell people that Daddy took you to a hotel to learn about God, that would be good."

He's gonna get people thinking very differently about his father with talk like that.

"Say what now?"

The boys like to take a bath in the morning while I get ready.  It works out well...they get to play in the water, and I get to brush my hair without holding a baby.

Alex was exhausted this morning, so I let him sleep in a bit.  That left little Samalamadingdong in the tub by himself.  This kid.  So. Much. Splashing.  And, every slap of the water is accompanied by him yelling " AH AH AH AH AH AH AAAAAAAAAAAA" and laughing hysterically.  Eventually, I get tired of trying to find non-saturated towels to put down in front of the tub in an effort to soak up some water so the floor doesn't rot through and we end up with two showers downstairs, and I tell him to stop splashing so much.  Today I happened to capture that moment.

Somebody figured out he likes pudding...

Discovery

"Whooooooooooooaaaaa...that is so cool.  Mama!  Look at what my helicopter blades did to this banana!"

Living with boys is a constant scientific adventure.

Progress

A little girl in Alex's class scratched his face because she wanted to use the slide but he was on it, and she got him a good one.  According to him, he was just taking his turn and she was "havin' a really hard day."  While I'm slightly suspicious he wasn't encouraging any sort of bad behavior out of her, I chose to believe him and asked what he did when she did that.

"I walked away and told the recess supervisor."

You guys.  YOU GUYS!  He did it!  He chose to walk away instead of retaliate.  I am beaming with pride...and fighting that little voice that is saying it's slightly ridiculous that I am so proud for something most kids attained a grasp on long ago, but that little voice can shut the hell up.  My little man is growing and making better choices.  At least that time.

He's Learning This One

After hearing me apologize to a customer that I didn't have the information he is waiting for:

"Mama!  You just did empathy!"
"I did?!  Tell me how did that."
"You put yourself in someone else's shoes...well, I mean, you didn't take off your shoes and put theirs on, but you thought about how someone else would feel in the situation and then you said you were sorry!"

Now we know he understands it...let's just see if he can use it!  One step at a time.

One Pair to Rule Them All

Shoes are an issue for my boys.  They both have very wide, very tall feet.  The wide isn't horrendous to deal with, but the tall?  Oh my goodness.  It makes 94% of all styles completely out of the question.  We have talked at length about Alex being limited to Skechers.  Unfortunately for Sam, his feet are even more block like.  They are so flippin' tall!  So far, we have found only one pair of shoes that we can get his feet into...and they ain't cute.

I mean, they aren't terrible.  But they are awfully...medicinal looking.  Right?  I like how they gave the inside a little flare, but do nothing to make the outside looking any bit fashionable.  

Oh well, hopefully once he finally starts walking his little feet will do some sort of shape shifting from actually being used.  Until then, the Walmart special it is!

Visual Aide

I finally caught the Quasimodo'ing in action.

I love love LOVE the last little scoot at the end.  There are so many reasons I would like him to start walking more than a couple steps here and there, but man I'm gonna miss that little scoot.

He is close, but still perfecting his pouting face.  This kind of thing truly is an ongoing project.

Humor Appreciation

Alex and I were watching an episode of Mythbusters and they were testing the plausibility of the different ways Indy uses his trusty whip in the Indiana Jones movies.  After hearing the word "whip" nothing shy of 10984358493 times, I looked at Alex and said, "Man they sure did a lot with their whip whip, but they really didn't do much with their nae nae."  He looked at me confused for a moment, and then I watched as the realization of what I said spread over his face.  And, with what I can only describe as a congratulatory smile, he replied, "That was pretty funny, Mom.  That was a good one."