This boy has incredible Monkey Sitting skills.
He’ll sit like this for 10+ minutes.
I don’t think I have seen him lose his balance even once.
He’s even conquered the balance while drinking.
Impressive.
Monkey Sitter
Secret Potion
Navy came running out of her bathroom asking if she smelled good.
She did.
A little minty/watermelony.
I asked her what her secret was.
She said, “Scout and I are making a secret potion.”
SCOUT!
He knows better!
She does too, but gets stars in her eyes when it comes to primping.
Just a huge economy tub of dry skin lotion mixed with watermelon kid toothpaste and minty adult toothpaste.
Yeah, there was a big talk about wasting.
But a bigger talk about how smelling good doesn’t trump being sticky all over.
She disagreed.
He snickered in the background.
Mustachioed
I am always up for a good laugh, but their Karate teacher is a little too stern for two mustachioed students.
So they were sad, but I made them shave before going to class.
But the “Hitler” and the “Ponch” made their way to above their belly buttons during class, and immediately after, guess who was running around hairy again.
The Consistent Toy
With all of the money put towards toys in our household, it is always a little surprising to see that they usually sit in their place forever. But there is one toy that never seems to get old for my three. Every Monday as I do laundry, one or all of them is using the laundry basket as a boat, or a trap, or a car, or a house, or a fort, etc. I wish I could go back in time to tell myself to just invest in a few white plastic baskets and call it a day.
But notice that I said “a few”.
Because poor little Dash never gets his own turn with Icka around.
As soon as she sees him holding the basket, she is SURE she can improve upon his imagination, and leads the play time.
Clearly, he thought she was using the basket this time as a jail, and was trying to become the escapee.
But she was quite the tough warden!
Hanging
We certainly fill our days up with lots of different things. But when all is said and done, I think my favorite thing we do, is hang out as a family in the Family Night Room, and watch our kids play nicely together. This was one of those nights.
There was a little “Ring Around the Rosy”.
With the “all fall down” part being the best part.
And then there was a bigger brother answering the constant calls of the little brother of “boo boo boo”.
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Parties, beach, pool, mall and everything else can go by the wayside when compared to happy family time.
Mr. Independent
Dash is classic! He is easily the most independent child I have. If he is hungry, he goes and gets what he wants. If he wants to get into the bath, he gets undressed. If he wants a toy from someone, he goes and beats them up until he gets it. (Now I am rethinking it — is he independent or just naughty?)
This day, he went and got himself an applesauce. Good thing Navy was there to open it for him and get him a spoon and bib.
He was outside on a table by himself eating it. I kid you not (I have a video) the kid ate it perfectly! He didn’t spill or mess up even once. Then our little mother figure Icka came to feed him some, and it got all over the place. Down his bib and all over the table. Dash was getting SO mad at her, it was hilarious. So I went out and moved him to his high chair, where he had the spoon all to himself once again.
I love this kid’s independence.
Maybe that will translate to making the bed and cleaning his room when he is older without being asked!
Or more likely – the little mother figure will drive him mad and the whole independent thing will backfire, and I’ll get a lazy mutt.
Shucking Corn
I absolutely LOVE to teach my kids the wonders of the world. So when I went to the market to get some corn, I grabbed the stuff that still needed some elbow grease. I taught them how to take the outside husk off and then how to clean it to perfection by getting all of the silk strands off. We had an odd number of ears, and they fought over the last one. Unfortunately I have a video of the experience, but failed to take a picture of it. Good thing I got a picture of the after activity.
Spinning Dash in his swing over and over and over again.
How he didn’t throw up was beyond me.
I am pretty sure that his sucking on a DumDum had something to do with it.
He kept his saliva flow going in the right direction, and in turn kept the bile down.
Filthy Eater
What is it with my kids and PB&J’s?
First off, Scout doesn’t like them.
Aren’t PB&J’s the kid staple?
Then Navy will eat them, but makes such a blasted mess, I avoid them.
And then came along Dash.
This guy likes to take the bread apart and inspect every little thing inside.
Then instead of putting the slices back together and eating it normally, he puts his finger in the goop and sucks it off.
He makes such a mess with his PB&J’s that I never go the honey route, and usually have to break out the pan to go with the tried and true grilled cheese.
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