Drinking the kool aid...

David and Jacob are taking a skateboarding class today.  We got a new skateboard for the first class a few weeks ago.  Checking out at Toys R Us...

Cashier (20ish year old man):  This is a great skateboard, you're going to love it.
David:  Thanks.
Me:  He's taking a skateboarding class this week.
Cashier:  (confused)  A skateboarding class?  I just rode around my neighborhood and messed around with it until I figured it out.
Me:  This is northern Virginia.  You take a class for everything.

Scenes...

Poohsticks


Fun with dry erase markers


Rand is feeling much better as evidenced by this picture in which he is conscious, not in my arms and not crying.



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Still sick...

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Omens...

Early signs that the 5 minute nebulizer treatment will not go well...

• Patient freaks out when the doctor listens to his chest (10 seconds).
• Patient freaks out when the doctor takes his temperature under his arm (5 seconds).
• Patient is a toddler.

Post nebulizer recovery. 

I don't know which was sadder, the screaming and struggling or the eventual surrender and despair.  He has RSV :(

Brilliant...

We were waiting at the passport office with 4 boys, 0 books, 0 toys. (I remembered books and toys the day before when we made a pointless trip to find out you had to have an appointment.) I organized a couple of races - walking backwards, get to the wall in the fewest steps,... I was running out of unwild inside race ideas when...

Chris: The first one to get to the wall loses. You have to be moving forward all the time.

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Not seeing...

Bryan's first pair of glasses are no more.  They've had a good run.  They probably belong in some sort of Eye Glasses Hall of Fame for outlasting his toddlerhood.  He got them when he was 16 months old.

Bryan's eyesight is terrible.  I can't function without glasses and his prescription is about three times as strong as mine.  It's had some unexpected repurcussions...

• When he was a baby, we thought he loved to give kisses.  He would grab our faces and pull us close.  We thought he was trying to kiss us - turns out he just wanted to know what we looked like.
• A few days ago I found him crying in my bed early in the morning because he couldn't find his glasses.  They were on the table right beside him.
• He still leans his face close to books and other things he wants to see well.  His face was too close to the advent candles when he blew them out, and he splashed hot wax all over his face.
• The boys were playing at a neighbor's house and came home after dark.  Bryan was upset when he got home and said he didn't want to stay at somebody else's house at night.  I asked him why and he said he couldn't see when he was walking home.
• Rand has already learned that to clear Bryan out of my lap, he just has to grab his glasses and throw them down.  Original sin.

Toddlers and tiaras...

I have a voyeuristic streak.  Usually I stick to the classy face of reality TV - Intervention and Hoarders.  Every now and then, I shamelessly indulge in what is really televised child abuse for entertainment.  But, if you want to feel like a real success as a mother, Toddlers and Tiaras is great.  I may have problems yelling at the boys, but I don't spray chemical tans on them while they cry about the stinging or dress them up in Madonna cone boobs (I know, I have boys, so that would take stage mother to new depths).  

Check out this Tom Hanks spoof.  The funniest (and most disturbing part) is that almost every detail in this is taken straight from an episode of T&T.