"Sure. I'd love to do the dishes. It's my favorite thing, you know." Ummmmm. OK. I didn't expect that response. For someone who had never done the dishes, he seemed awfully sure of how much he'd like it. And now I was stuck. I had to teach him how to do the dishes.
This was our first experience having Tara photograph the boys and the results speak for themselves! But just as important, she was warm, professional, prepared and did the best job she possibly could with corraling 3 little boys. She suggested a perfect location for late spring in Arizona... just about the last patch of green in the valley. We will cherish our spring photos with our little guys, thanks Tara!
Sam: "Mom, the hair on your legs feels like a cactus." *He's not wrong*
In the car, I turn around & Sam is blotting blood on his ankle: Me: “Sam, what did you do to your ankle?” Him: “Don’t worry, I’m ok.” Me: “Oh, that’s good.” Him: “Don’t worry. It wasn’t because I was trying to catch the fish in the fish tank.” RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU BELIEVE HIM I’ll be creating a GoFundMe account to pay for eye surgery as my eyes are now frozen in a permanent eye roll.
Guys. It may be awhile before I witness something sadder. My 3 year old was trying to convince me his little pet moth was alive. Through hot, angry tears, he picked up that little lifeless thing out of the water and demanded to me that it was alive. I think I'll just let him continue in his delusion. He'll figure out soon enough that it is dead. But not today.
Josh: "Mom, what's 'Boxing?'" Me: "Ummm.... it's a sport.... where... people punch other people in the face." *long pause* Me: "Gosh that sounds nuts." Me: "Oh, and you're never ever EVER allowed to play that sport. Ever."
And that’s a wrap for the spring season. One of Josh’s little teammates was looking over my shoulder as I pulled out his team pic from the pouch. He pointed to Josh in the pic. “Oh look! There’s ‘Mr. Teapot!’” I looked askance at him. “Mr. Teapot??!!” He shrugged his shoulders. “Shortest one on the team.” I stared at this 6 year old. “You are the same size he is.” Him: “I’m just a little taller.” That’s ok Josh. I was always the shortest. But also the fastest.