All grown up?

For a long time, Ethan has been making up jokes. One distinguishing feature of his jokes is the all-important line "on your head". For Ethan, those three little words have regularly induced belly-laughs and inspired the even MORE hilarious retort, "On the ceiling!"

This morning, Mr. M was combing Ethan's hair and told him, "You have snicky snarls... on your HEAD!"

Ethan responded, quite seriously, "I used to think head jokes were funny when I was 5, but now I don't think they are funny any more."

Behold...

Behold, the handiwork of Scott at preschool. Quite frankly, I'm very impressed. However, I suspect his teacher might have "helped".

This afternoon, while Ethan and I were alone in the kitchen, he opened up to me about something that has clearly been troubling him:

"Mom, are gumdrops addictive? Dad keeps eating them."

If you give a boy a hula hoop

Here is a freeze frame of the boys with some of their favorite people, Rebecca and Joseph. In case you can't tell, they are engaging in some imaginative play, which requires fitting everyone inside a hula hoop, then roaming through the apartment, alternately giggling and droning, "Alien spaceship! Alien spaceship!"



Good times. Rebecca and Joseph's parents are longtime friends of ours and recently moved away. We miss you guys!

When you're weary...

A few minutes ago, while scanning old photos, I realized, "Oh no! It's too quiet!" Scott was not with me in the living room, reading. He was not in the kitchen, drinking Ovaltine. He was not in the bathroom, playing at the sink. He was not in his bedroom with his penguin.

Here is where I found him:



..in my room, curled up in a suitcase full of clean clothes (not yet put away from our Thanksgiving travels - I know, I know, it's on my list!).

Welcome to the jungle...

The boys are wild with excitement. Our apartment seems to be in a state of constant pillow-throwing, punching, shrieking, wrestling, and general pandemonium. (I am counting down til Scott starts kindergarten. Yes, I am aware that it is going to be another two years.) We are all looking forward to Uncle Dean's arrival and Christmas.

Scott: Mom, what day is it today?

me: It's Saturday.

Scott: Is it the first Saturday?

me: It's the second Saturday.

Scott: When does Uncle Dean come?

me: In a week.

Scott: No! He is not coming on Sunday. He's coming on Saturday!

me (agreeing): Yes, he is coming next Saturday.

Scott (very excited voice) : Then he is coming on the THIRD SATURDAY!

To convey the general mood of giddiness and (ahem) goodwill, here are a few photos the boys took of each other while I was on the phone discussing important Primary business.





For your viewing pleasure, here is Santa Scott in front of our tree. Ethan stuffed him with extra clothes so his body would more closely resemble the Santa stereotype. Ho, ho, ho!