Duck.

I'm not sure why his imititation of a duck is so dainty, but his cat sound is equally as high pitched and quiet...and ADORABLE.

A Little Weird

Alex saw and listened to David Bowie for the first time last night.  He was looking through Instagram on my phone and someone I follow had posted a picture of Bowie, and Alex asked who he was.  So I showed him a video of a live performance of "Under Pressure."  And then he wanted to see other songs, so I started the video of "Space Oddity."

I looked at Alex during the second video and asked him why he looked confused.  He replied that he didn't understand because they sounded the same, but the person in the Space Oddity video was not the same person as in the Under Pressure video.  I explained that it was the same person, he just had on a lot of funky make up in the Space Oddity video.  And I went on to explain that Bowie thought self-expression was very important and something nobody should ever feel bad about.  We watched the video, and then a performance of "Changes."

After all three were done, I asked him what he thought.  He sat for a little bit and thought, and then said, "A little weird...but good.  Can we watch Under Pressure again?"

I like having him process things that are a little weird.

Swifty to the Rescue!

When I woke Alex up this morning, he told me he had a bad dream, but he couldn't remember what it was about.  And he said yes while burrowing into his blankets when I asked if even though he couldn't remember it, was it still making him feel yucky.  So I asked him if he wanted to go to the kitchen, turn on Taylor Swift, and quite literally "Shake It Off."  He laid still for a second, pondered it, then threw of the covers, dropped his UnderJam to the floor, and trotted down the hallway.

Thank you Miss Swift.

Sherlock He Ain't

Sam has started calling Aiden "guuuud guuuuuuurlllll" in this little gravely voice.  It's super cute, but it leads me to believe he was clearly oblivious to the poop and pee she left in the playroom a couple nights ago.  Not very observant, that one.

Home Office

The second bout of strep was at least timely since I was going to have to work from home today any way as Alex has off of school.  This time of year is super busy for me, so it's a bit of a challenge having Alex home while working while trying to keep him occupied without just letting him be on a tablet all day long.

Currently, I am giving in to the tablet and he is playing Clash of Clans.  While naked and wrapped in a giant blanket.  While singing, "They don't know what's about to hit them oh oh oh!  They don't know what's about to hit them oh oh oh!" over and over.

These are the moments I love being home with him.

:'(

Well, it happened.  I said "hmmm...maybe we should cut his hair" while I was in the same room with Travis on Friday.  He jumped all over it and decided the next day was the day.

In the mean time, my stupid body thought it was a super idea to get stupid strep again.  So with me all germy and contagious, and Sam constantly needing to be touching me if he can see me, we decided Travis would take the boys.  Both boys.  To get BOTH of their hair cut.  Ugh.  They headed to the salon with a promise that Travis wouldn't let them cut it too short, and I headed to urgent care.

Antibiotics in hand, I came home to this:

I didn't cry and I'm starting to get used to it.  But man I miss those curls already.  It'll grow back.  It'll grow back.  It'll grow back.

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