That's Fun to Say

Sam was playing in the living room while I was cleaning up the kitchen and he just kept repeating the word "limestone."

Sam:  Limestone.  Limestone.  Limestone.
Me:  Why do you keep saying that?
Sam:  Limestone.  It's a type of rock!
Me:  Yes, I'm aware.  But I'm asking why you keep repeating it.
Sam:  Oh.  I didn't know you would know that Mama!  Limestone.  Limestone.  Limestone.  Limestone.
Me:  Sam.  Why do you keep repeating the word "limestone?"
Sam:  Because it's super fun to say.  Liiiiimestone!

I fear he has gone full Buddy the Elf.

Yes!

As I said, we made gross looking cookies the other day.  The best part?  I had to run down to my desk to answer a call, and left the two crazies upstairs with the cookie dough.  I came back up to find them both grinning ear to ear.  When I asked what was going on, Sam said, "We tried really hard to not sneak some of the coookie dough Mom, but it was just too doughlicious!"  I refuse to apologize for how proud I am of him and his blossoming pun skills.

Aspirations

Don't mind Sam...he's just over here workin' on his Bo Duke hair.

Day 11

I fear I have exhausted my ideas to keep them busy by doing not one but TWO activities today outside of normal playing and school work.  We made chocolate chip cookies; Sam's were dyed green and Alex's were dyed blue.  They look as digusting as you imagine.  We also did some chalk shape coloring with painter's tape on the driveway.  Turned out pretty cool.

Day 10

Today marks the 10th day since these fools have been in a classroom.  And as many days that we have been socially distancing.  Martial law is slowly taking over.  Underwear is the only acceptable clothing option.  Blankets are used for any sort of required warmth.  Haircuts are a thing of the past.  And then this:

"HA!  If I farted like this?...Alex would have a toot in his face!"

Laundry Lessons

Alex is good about helping with the laundry.  But, every time he puts clothes in the dryer, he puts in like 7 dryer sheets.  I know I know, I should be using wool dryer balls.  I don't.  I like the smell of Bounce sheets and I cannot get Travis on board with dryer balls.  Which is weird seeing as though this is something I thought would be right up his alley.  I mean, he is the the guy that just bought 4 sets of reusable produce bags.  Four.  Each set has 10 bags.  Suddenly, I'm like the Oprah of produce bags.  You get a set of produce bags!  And you get a set!  And YOU get a set of bags!  But that's it because we actually want a set too.  I'm not a very good Oprah.

Aaaaaaaaanyway, dryer sheets.  So last night I asked Alex to change over the laundry, or as it was called in our house growing up, "Washer dryer dryer washer!"  I reminded him to only use ONE dryer sheet.  And that's when he let the cat out of the bag.  "But Mom, if I only use one, how are the clothes going to get dry?!"  Well, that explains it.  So, yesterday, Alex was 10 years old when he learned that dryer sheets are used to keep clothes soft and wrinkle free and not to expedite the drying process, and instead that process is facilitated by, you know, the DRYER.

Flow

This kid's got curls for daaaaaaaaaaaaaays.