sun of cars

What do you do when you have approximately 348.75 Matchbox cars and it's -20 degrees windchill outside? Duh.

So anyway...

Part of the reason we talked Mom and Dad into letting us do this blog was so that when we started saying funny things, they could record them for posterity. But they keep forgetting. To make up for this gross oversight, here are a few gems for your enjoyment, written by Mom:

The Lazy Ladybug
One rainy day, a ladybug suddenly appeared on the floor in their room. The boys freaked. "Lazy ladybug! Lazy ladybug! Mommy! Get it! Get it out!!!! Out of our room!!!!!!!!!!!!" (We've read a book called The Lazy Ladybug about 5,000 times.) So I let it crawl onto my finger, opened the sliding glass door, and kind of flicked it onto the deck and into the rain. Expecting to be met with sweet kisses and a chorus of "my hero!!!," I turned around to find them even more hysterical. "Mommy!!!! Noooooo! The lazy ladybug needs an umbrella!!!!!!!!!"

Good Dark
Provided it's not 5 a.m., we always greet the boys when they first wake up with a happy "Good morning!!" For some reason, this phrase has carried over into the afternoon when they wake up from their naps. Recently it dawned on Wynston that this is not appropriate when they wake up and it's pitch black outside. "No, mommy, not good morning! Good dark!" he exclaimed, before pausing and tilting his head. "Good dark...that's a funny one."

Socks
As a rule the boys are amazingly good sleepers. Every couple of months, though, we encounter a rough patch. They'll burst out crying or whining several times shortly after we put them down: wanting a hug, a dropped toy, a drink, what have you. We try to nip these things in the bud early on (of course, the hug request is pretty irresistible), but a few weeks ago we got hit with a new one. Jim went to their room after a particularly fervent cry and asked what was wrong. Wynston responded, "Zak took off Wynston's socks." Sure enough, his feet were bare. "Zak," Jim asked, "did you take off Wynston's socks?" After a dramatic pause, Zak whispered, "Yeah."

Sleepy
One of the boys' all-time favorite books is Charlie & Lola's I Am Not Sleepy and I Will Not Go To Bed. You can guess the premise. They often use the phrase as they're changing into their PJs, but after a couple of books they retire easily. One night during the Christmas holiday, we kept them out waaaay too late, and they were beyond exhausted and very crabby. As soon as we got home and walked into their room, Wynston shouted, "I AM sleepy and I WILL go to bed!"

And finally, a few Zak-and-Wyn-created words we should all add to our lexicon:

upsfundown - the act of being carried upside-down, especially up stairs
fish penis - fish sticks (this originates from hearing them referred to as "fish pieces" on TV; particularly effective when used in a quiet restaurant setting)
pinkie butter and jelly - self explanatory
snawich - yes, a sandwich, but only one that contains turkey and cheese

a very merry christmas (away version)

We were very excited to travel to Kansas City for part two of our 2007 Christmas celebration. After settling in at our hotel (pronounced ho-towel), we scurried over to Grandma Pat's for a delicious family dinner. We liked her new house very much, especially since it was filled with wonderful Christmas decorations for us to play with.


The house was also filled with wonderful people to play with, like Cousin Madi and Aunt Moosaw.


We all missed Grandpa Launnie very much. But of course we enjoyed a Christmas cookie or two in his honor.


A little later, Madi read us a fabulous new book. It was riveting.


At last we were allowed to tear into the presents under the tree. The actual event definitely lived up to our expectations!


Sunday we hung out at Grandma Betty's, where we put our key learnings from May I Pet Your Dog? to excellent use.


After some dog-petting and yummy dinner-eating, we were delighted to be presented with a whole new passel of presents.



Mom and Aunt Moosaw held their first annual What's-the-most-hideous-thing-I-can-buy-for-my-sister- for-five-bucks-from-the-Marshall's-clearance-shelf gift exchange. As you can see, the results were pretty darn hideous.


This is Jo-Jo. Do not mess with Jo-Jo.


Here we are sliding down the stairs with Madi. Good times!


Before heading home, we enjoyed one last family breakfast at Cracker Barrel. Yum.

Happy New Year everyone!