The Sky Split Open Today

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Isaac asked to have his hair painted like fire.

I awoke this morning to the glorious sound of someone else cleaning the house. Brian had straightened the living room, cleaned off the kitchen table, done all the dishes, got out the broom and was wiping down the counters. Then he made breakfast and took us out to a movie and “linner” (late lunch). Yes, the man GETS IT! He knows what mama really wants for Mother’s Day. And what a happy day it’s been! It’s amazing how peaceful I feel sitting in a clean house.

As for other interesting events of recent, we have been enjoying our new passes to the Legoland Discovery Center. It’s smallish, but well done and all the boys love it. Less recently, I enjoyed a “Date Knight” at Chick-Fil-A with the older two. It was short and sweet, but good quality time with my special fellas. We discussed some questions that were provided.

1. What would be the coolest job? Ian said, “Building electric things, cars, and Eiffel Towers all in one place.” Isaac said, “Making food at Chick-Fil-A.” At least I will be provided food and transportation in my old age.

2. What is the most dangerous place you can think of? Ian: The street. Isaac: A factory. All true.

3. How can you protect mom? Ian replied, “Not make fires.” Isaac said, “By fighting mean guys.” I can appreciate both of those.

Ian races his car, fast and straight.

Elijah seems to have taken up the side project of potty training himself, albeit gradually. Anywhere from twice a day or once every other day, he dashes himself to the bathroom, pulls off his pants and diaper and does his business on the potty. He still wakes up wet, and still will pee on the floor if deeply distracted, and still will beg for a diaper on occasion. I’m loving this non-interventionist approach though. The month or two after potty training seems to have completely “taken” gets a little hairy when combined with running errands and such, so I don’t look forward to that, but I will be thoroughly pleased to be finished with diapers. This evening I heard him yelling, so I followed his voice to the bathroom. He wailed, “Mom! I can’t get mine boop wah (off)! Pull it wah wih doit paper!” Sure enough, he had a dangler. You wanted to know that, didn’t you?

Because I won’t remember the things Elijah said when he was two, I have to document examples. Today, he told Ian, “If you hurt mom, I will hurt you. If you hurt mom, I will make you weel yad (feel sad).” It’s nice to have a little defender, but yikes, dude. He said in the car, “When I weel yad, I want mine Daddy.” He has the politics of childhood down pat. He doesn’t take anything from his brothers. If he’s feeling nice, he might yell, “You’re galking ower mine wurrds! (talking over my words), and if he’s had enough, it might just be a left hook. Just now, I tried to ask him to do something he didn’t want to do, so he sweetly chimed, “Happy Mudder Day!” every time I asked. He is a handful and a half, diving headfirst into life. He has pretty cool brothers, too.  🙂

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