He's Nothing If Not Honest

C seems to be stealing the show lately on my little blog. Maybe its just the age. He's just funny, in a completely nonchalant, unintentional way. He doesn't even know how funny he is.

The other day he's being a goof, marching around the kitchen. He's in and out of the pantry, around the island, strutting his stuff.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

Without any hesitation he answers, "I'm tooting."

Mystery Ingredients

I made banana muffins the other day. The kids love them. Rarely does a batch even last until the next morning.
C was happily munching away on one, when he found a lump of banana.
"Mommy," he says, "Is this a booger?"
Number 1: No
Number 2: Why are you still eating it?
Number 3: Gross

A Moment With K

I'm sure most parents feel the same way, but I think K and C are hilarious. Even though C isn't talking much he still manages to make me laugh. The other day he was eating yogurt, feeding himself. Each bite he took he'd get some yogurt on his face, so after removing the spoon from his mouth he would scrape the sides of his mouth with the spoon to capture any excess, exactly like I do. Then he'd grab a wet face cloth and carefully wipe his face, only to repeat the process again with the next bite. It was so funny watching him, he was so proud of himself, my clean boy.

K just says the funniest things. I keep telling myself I need to write things down because in our hectic days, I tend to forget what it was that made me smile.

On Wednesday we were heading to swimming lessons, and K was just chatting away in the back set. For the whole ride he was talking and singing and laughing, when all of a sudden he lets out a big sigh and says,

"Mommy, I think my batteries ran out"

What a nerd.

Another Moment with K

Ever wonder what its like to be in the mind of a four-year-old? Sometimes I wonder how things seem from K's perspective. We try to be pretty logical in how we talk to him, explaining why we're doing something or why he shouldn't do something. Today at lunch, he gave me a little insight into his thoughts, and I have to say, he's an imaginative little guy. He started into this crazy story, so I grabbed a marker, and together we wrote down his tale. The story describes what K says happened to him as a baby:

"A bad chameleon came to put me on the choo-choo train cage. I got locked in. Then he took me to cat land. They gave me cat food, I didn't like it. AND I didn't know what to do! I couldn't do anything! They did not have toys for me!!
They went around the block, and they pushed me in the head, and it pulled my hair.
Then, I was asleep in the freight car. The cage did not have a door, and no keys, and I wondered what to do...so I growed up."


"Did you ever get away from them?"


"NO! I'm still there, There are no doors!!"

Yeah, there you have it. He told me that story with conviction, and emotion. Perhaps I have a future writer on my hands? I think sometimes I forget how little K still is, because C's there and so little in comparison I expect to much from my firstborn. Getting a glimpse into his little mind helped me realise how far he's come (and how VERY far he has to go). What a goof. It made me laugh, hopefully makes you laugh too.

A Moment With K