We set up a small TV in the boys' room last night, to help keep the sick kidlets entertained today. They are currently watching Lion King II: Simba's Pride, which Superhero, at least, has watched dozens of times before. I heard some sniffling, so I went in to see who had added a runny nose to their list of symptoms, only to see Superhero with tears in his eyes! He looked up at me with all the sincerity a five year old can have and said, "Mommy, it's so sad! Nala loves Kovu so much, but she can't find him anywhere!" Like I said, he's seen this movie dozens of times, so I KNOW it's the illness/fever talking. So how horrible is it that I now have tears in MY eyes because I can't stop laughing at him? Seeing a five year old boy watching a Disney movie looking like the stereotype of a middle aged woman watching a chick flick is just triggering my sick sense of humor today . . . .
I was reading Cinderella to Superhero, when I had to go downstairs and check the laundry. While I was gone, John finished the story, so when I came back, I asked Superhero to tell me about it.
Superhero: No, I don't want to tell you about it.
Me: But then I won't know how the story ends.
Superhero: Well, I guess you'll just have to wait for the movie.
Superhero: No, I don't want to tell you about it.
Me: But then I won't know how the story ends.
Superhero: Well, I guess you'll just have to wait for the movie.
Friday, November 6, 2009. 7:30 AM
Me: Good Morning, *Superhero*.
Superhero: Good Morning, Mommy. I had a mysterious dream last night.
Me: A Mysterious dream, huh? Maybe you could tell me about it after breakfast.
Superhero: Nah, I'm really not feeling breakfast this morning.
Me: Well, you need breakfast so you have energy for school.
Superhero: Now that I think about it, I'm not feeling school, either. I think I'm feeling stay-home-and-play-xbox today.
Superhero had a great day at school today :D He enjoyed being class helper, and there were NO behavior problems, WOOHOO!!
Superhero: Good Morning, Mommy. I had a mysterious dream last night.
Me: A Mysterious dream, huh? Maybe you could tell me about it after breakfast.
Superhero: Nah, I'm really not feeling breakfast this morning.
Me: Well, you need breakfast so you have energy for school.
Superhero: Now that I think about it, I'm not feeling school, either. I think I'm feeling stay-home-and-play-xbox today.
Superhero had a great day at school today :D He enjoyed being class helper, and there were NO behavior problems, WOOHOO!!
Artist has taken to climbing into bed with Superhero at night. Superhero seems to like this, much to my surprise--and pleasure. I've been putting off changing the crib into a toddler bed because even though Artist is climbing out of it, Fighter seems to not only still like his crib, but NEED the security of it. Artist sleeping with Superhero may be the perfect solution.
Trick or Treat, October 29
Superhero: Not interested AT ALL!! As in, after our first house, he asked to just go to the park and play. He was afraid of everything all night, including decorations he loved last year and adults in costumes. He did, however, complain that the man dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow did not have a hook--according to Superhero, all pirates should have a hook. His favorite treat all night was an apple. Costume: Spiderman, sans mask.
Artist: LOVED it, but got ticked off that we wouldn't let him eat the candy right away. He marched up to each house, said 'Tick Teet', watched the person put the candy in his bucket, smiled like he won the lottery and said 'ank oo', then turned, took two steps, sat down and tried to get the candy out and eat it. At every single house (is it any wonder we hit less than two dozen houses?). By the end of the night, I finally gave up and let him and Fighter split a tiny, tiny, bite sized piece of chocolate. He was pacified. Costume: Superman.
Fighter: Enjoyed being outside and walking or riding in the stroller (his legs got tired pretty quickly). Didn't care about the candy, wouldn't attempt 'trick or treat' or 'thank you' under any circumstances, and twice tried to give the candy back. His favorite house had a tent set up by the sidewalk with a tween or young teen dressed in a ski mask with a giant plastic knife inside, jumping out at passers-by. This TERRIFIED Superhero. Fighter, on the other hand, insisted on getting out of the stroller to check it out. The kid jumped out at him and yelled, then was immediately horrified that he had just 'scared' a toddler. Until, that is, Fighter laughed hysterically, jerked away from me, attacked the kid inside the tent and tried to take his knife. My favorite moment of the night came a few houses later, when Fighter looked up at a dog with a Halloween kerchief, reached for him, and very plainly said 'Doggy'. Fighter doesn't even attempt to talk often, so hearing him say a real word is always a pleasure. Fighter managed to get the microscopic piece of chocolate I gave him ALL over his costume. As in, I ended up soaking the blasted thing with Shout before washing it. I'm still not sure how he managed to make such a mess with such a tiny, tiny piece of chocolate, but he is a talented mess maker. Costume: Batman.
Superhero: Not interested AT ALL!! As in, after our first house, he asked to just go to the park and play. He was afraid of everything all night, including decorations he loved last year and adults in costumes. He did, however, complain that the man dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow did not have a hook--according to Superhero, all pirates should have a hook. His favorite treat all night was an apple. Costume: Spiderman, sans mask.
Artist: LOVED it, but got ticked off that we wouldn't let him eat the candy right away. He marched up to each house, said 'Tick Teet', watched the person put the candy in his bucket, smiled like he won the lottery and said 'ank oo', then turned, took two steps, sat down and tried to get the candy out and eat it. At every single house (is it any wonder we hit less than two dozen houses?). By the end of the night, I finally gave up and let him and Fighter split a tiny, tiny, bite sized piece of chocolate. He was pacified. Costume: Superman.
Fighter: Enjoyed being outside and walking or riding in the stroller (his legs got tired pretty quickly). Didn't care about the candy, wouldn't attempt 'trick or treat' or 'thank you' under any circumstances, and twice tried to give the candy back. His favorite house had a tent set up by the sidewalk with a tween or young teen dressed in a ski mask with a giant plastic knife inside, jumping out at passers-by. This TERRIFIED Superhero. Fighter, on the other hand, insisted on getting out of the stroller to check it out. The kid jumped out at him and yelled, then was immediately horrified that he had just 'scared' a toddler. Until, that is, Fighter laughed hysterically, jerked away from me, attacked the kid inside the tent and tried to take his knife. My favorite moment of the night came a few houses later, when Fighter looked up at a dog with a Halloween kerchief, reached for him, and very plainly said 'Doggy'. Fighter doesn't even attempt to talk often, so hearing him say a real word is always a pleasure. Fighter managed to get the microscopic piece of chocolate I gave him ALL over his costume. As in, I ended up soaking the blasted thing with Shout before washing it. I'm still not sure how he managed to make such a mess with such a tiny, tiny piece of chocolate, but he is a talented mess maker. Costume: Batman.
Riddle me this
Superhero has been struggling with riddles and knock knock jokes for a while, but it seems his gift for his fifth birthday was finally figuring them out. Wednesday evening, October 28--
Superhero: Knock Knock
Christal: Who's there?
Superhero: Alvin
Christal: Alvin who?
Superhero: Alvin workin' on the railroad, all the live long day!
Superhero: Knock Knock
Christal: Who's there?
Superhero: Alvin
Christal: Alvin who?
Superhero: Alvin workin' on the railroad, all the live long day!
The Barton Boys
It occurred to me this morning that a blog would be the perfect spot to post those 'quick tidbits' that are interesting, but not interesting enough for an entire email or even a phone call. So, here it is--unimportant and yet utterly important anecdotes, facts, and other stuff about our beautiful sons. Enjoy.
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