Green Bananas

Jonathan (3 years)

So far neither of my boys seem particularly artistic (in the drawing, coloring, painting realm anyway) and often when they do color or paint they rush through it and sort of haphazardly approach the task. Most of their paint projects end up brown because they simply cannot resist mixing all the colors together and often their coloring pages will have something like a blue faced girl with green hair and purple arms and legs or worse yet, the entire page will be colored purple or red or orange. Now, I don't want to stifle any creativity they may be exhibiting but at the same time I think it is a good thing to force them to take their time and think a little while they are "creating". Well, they have these little alphabet coloring books and I like to sit with them and help them choose appropriate colors for the objects they are coloring. For example, a jeep. I'll let them color the jeep whatever color they want but the tires need to be black. Not pink. Not orange. Just black. Anyway, a few months ago we were working in the "B" book and we got to the picture of a banana. I said, "Now Jonathan, think about what color a banana is. Yellow, right?!" (as I hand him the yellow crayon...because of course, this was a no-brainer.) He looks at me, giggles and says, "Silly Mommy! Bananas aren't yellow! Dem are GWEEN!"

At that point I had to laugh. He was SO right! We buy our bananas at Costco and they are always super green...like a "you have to wait at least a week for them to ripen" green.

In case you can't tell just how green these bananas are I placed one of Lizzie's "banana yellow" garden gloves next to them for comparison sake!

In the end he chose light green and I have to say, his assessment and color choice was pretty accurate!

Spelling Lessons

Aden (5 years)

A couple of weeks ago I was working with Aden on spelling. We were sounding out the words/names of each of these pictures and as we'd sound it out he'd write the corresponding letters. He did a great job and did most of it correctly on his own. However, when he got to "umbrella" he wrote a "u" at the end. Makes sense...um-brel-luh...there's definitely a short "u" sound there. But I corrected him and told him that it was actually an "a". He looked at me like I was crazy! I went on to tell him that there are lots of times when English is silly and doesn't follow rules and that he needed to change it to an "a" to have it spelled correctly. He was troubled by this and said that he'd just keep it a "u" because he didn't like it with an "a" at the end. Well, I made him change it anyway but you can tell that he only half-heartedly erased the "u". Too funny!

Boys and Dolls

Aden (5 years)

Aden loves taking care of his baby. And he really does a great job of it too. He feeds her breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  He puts her down for naps, tucks her in at night, changes her diapers, and pushes her around in the stroller.
Some of my favorite related quotes:

"Mama, I put my baby down for her nap so can you be a little more quiet?" 

"My baby is almost done with her breakfast and then Lulu (Elizabeth) can use the highchair." (Never-mind that the real-live baby in the house is fussing because she's ready for some food!)

"When I'm gone will you put my baby down for a nap when you put Lulu down for her nap?" (And of course, I totally forgot...what an awful babysitter I am...and you should have seen the look of disappointment on his face when he got home and saw that his sister was sound asleep and his baby was wide awake, never having been put down for her nap!)

"I'm not a daddy, I'm a mommy!"
(in response to me telling Aden that he was "such a good Daddy")


Anyway, a couple of nights ago long after the kids had gone to bed I walked into our bedroom in search of my laundry basket and saw these two babies (one is Aden's, one is Jonathan's) tucked into their "cradle" for the night. Notice the care he took to provide a padded surface for his baby. (So THAT'S where the sofa pillows went!) He's such a sweet, tender-hearted boy and I love him so very much! He really will make a good daddy some day!

UPDATE** A few days after I posted this Aden announced that he wanted to bring his baby to preschool for show and tell. He proudly carried his baby out to the car that morning all the while I was fretting over how his classmates (the boys in particular) would respond. It turns out, ALL preschool age boys play with dolls! Ms. Connie laughed at me and said, "Are you kidding, they all (the boys included) fight over who gets to push the dollies around in the stroller!" Phew...I was preparing myself for one sad little boy upon pick-up b/c I figured he'd get teased. I'm glad to know that sweet innocence CAN still be found among 4 and 5-year olds!

A Glimpse of My Goose

Jonathan (3 years, 5 months)

Me: "Boozie, look at you. You are the silliest boy on the planet!"

Jonathan: "Yeah, heh, I'm going on vacation." (oblivious to his clothing situation and thinking that I am commenting on his carrying the suitcase around)

Me: "No honey, look at your pants!"

Jonathan: "What's wrong with my pants?"
Me: "Well, they are inside out, backwards, and twisted. Do you want some help?"

Jonathan: "No. I'm OK."

Me: "No, you need to fix them. You look very silly...see the tags sticking out?

Jonathan: "No, YOU are silly Mama." (giggle, giggle)

Jonathan: (he looks down and pauses for a moment, and realizing the challenge before him, looks up and says) "Um, Mama, can you help me?"

Bumpy Meat

Jonathan (3 years, 5 months)

Jonathan: "Mama, for dinner can we have some of that bumpy meat?"

Me: "Um...bumpy meat?"

Jonathan: "Yeah, that bumpy meat we have at breakfast."

Me: "Oh, do you mean bacon?!"

Jonathan: "Yeah, bacon."

A Jonathan Quote...

Jonathan (3 years, 5 months)
"Gwamma, why do you put your whackers in a wittle, tiny house?"

Clean Lips

Jonathan (3 years, 4 months)

For Christmas Elizabeth got some Avon roll-on soap in her stocking. She loves to carry it around the house and fortunately hasn't figured out how to get the lid off. Well, one day a couple of weeks ago we were loading up the car to go somewhere and Elizabeth had the soap roller in her hands. I strapped her in and thought nothing of it. The boys were already buckled in and Daniel and I had to grab a few more things from the house before heading out. As soon as we got back in the car we noticed a sweet, fruity smell. I turned around and realized that Jonathan had removed the lid of Sissy's bath soap and had rolled the soap ALL OVER his lips. He looked like a clown!

When I asked him why on earth he would put that stuff on his LIPS (he applied it like lipstick!) he said, "Because I wanted my wips to wook good."