Robot Chickens

In the last few weeks, the boys were asking me for robot songs. One that I played was “Robot Rock,”  by Daft Punk. They were instantly hooked, and have requested it on every car ride. Today, Isaac made a fun modification. Listen to the clip below and imagine Isaac performing the guitar intro with, “Chick Chick Chick Chick Chick…

Because Seven Ate Nine

I’ve been lax on taking pictures these days. I’ve gotten into the nasty habit of “just” enjoying our outings, versus documenting them. But, I should be in my “right” mind again soon. We haven’t been very organized in our activities lately; I’ve been feeling a bit lackadaisical this week. I gagged at the boys enjoying…

Bendy Bones

In a previous post, we started a chicken bone and vinegar experiment. The boys hypothesized that the bone would get soft if the vinegar dissolved the Calcium in the bone. The picture is a little gross, but here is the result after 3 days:                     The…

What Babies Gotta Do

 “Mom, I was building and accidentally dropped some pieces, and I got down and looked all around, and finally said, ‘nevermind’ really quiet like that and went back to building, ” Ian just informed me. He found my Nanoblocks. They are eensy teensy weensie Lego-like toys – more like a splinter to step on. This…

Deep Thoughts by Isaac

My new “fwavorite” (as Ike would say) hobby these days has been collecting deep thoughts spoken by Isaac. They typically emerge randomly from silent observation, and they never can be elicited from baited conversation. If you ever ask him a deep question, in hopes of getting a cute answer, it will go something like this, “Isaac,…

If Kids Ruled the World…

Based on this small sample of recent memorable quotes/moments, the world would be pretty interesting, and probably a lot more fun if we did it their way: Ian, fiddling with one of my bras: Mom! I just unhooked your backpack nipple thing! Ian: Mommmmm! I’m ready for a wiiiiiiipe! Brian: Ian, mom is busy cooking,…

Big Adventures

We spent some morning time wrestling with the boys while deciding how to spend our day. Isaac, the King of Thrill, scaled dad’s back and proclaimed, “I’ve climbed to the top of the lowest tower!” We finally put four adventures to a vote, asking the boys if they wanted to go to Callaway Gardens, Georgia…

Mr. Big Stuff

Elijah is getting maddeningly and exponentially more specific in his “needs.” We’ve provided him a substantial vocabulary of signs and words, but just how is he supposed to relay, “I want a drink. Please open the sippy cup cabinet. No I do not want ANY of those sippy cups – I just want the lid…

Olive You

Knock knock. Who’s there? Boo hoo hoo. That was Ian’s recent attempt at a knock knock joke, followed by: Knock knock. Who’s there? Nick Knock. I’ve been waiting for the moment the word play light bulb switches on. I tried the other day, when the boys were munching “salty garlic olives.” I said, “Hey, Ian….