Where did he come up with that?

These children keep me in stitches.  The things they come up with sometimes are priceless.  One of my favorites came from Joe.  He was about 3 and he had cars all lined up between the coffee table and the couch.  I said "Why are you making a mess?"  He replied "You call it a mess, I call it a party."  Where did he come up with that?

Some recent ones:

In the bathtub I asked them who looked like a wrinkly old lady (that's usually what Joe says he looks like after a soak in the tub) and James quickly shouted "Mommy!"  He must have seen the look I gave him and he quickly changed his answer  -- "Grandma Judy?"  I just had to laugh . . . (sorry mom).

After bathtime Joe looked in the mirror and said "Daaaaaang, I'm hot."  Excuse me?  Later he said that he was just saying he was tall but I know what I heard.

My dad has recently undergone chemotherapy and lost his hair.  I talk about it often to make the kids feel more comfortable with it.  Their dad's brother is also bald (by choice).  When we talk about it James always gets excited and says "Papa D has no hair, Uncle Mark has no hair, and daddy has no hair in the middle."  Contrary to what some people might think, I did not teach him this.  (I do think it's a little amusing though.)  His teacher is so sweet, she has been teaching him to say that daddy does have hair in the middle because she doesn't want James to hurt his feelings.  (We love Ms. Jean.)

More to come from my two little munchkins later.  I have to savor these precious moments with them -- time is flying by fast.

Pre V-Day patience

Today was one of those days.  You know you've all had them.  One of those days where everything seems to drive you crazy and your patience wears thin.  I should have expected it after yesterday.  Yesterday was nice and relaxing and the kids kept their fighting to a minimum -- What more could I ask for?  I could have asked for a whole weekend of that type of behavior and peace. 

Our day started off with pancakes as it does every Sunday that they are with me in the morning.  We did cinnamon pancakes today instead of our normal chocolate chip. . . . maybe I should have started the day with chocolate.  The boys play and fight.  Are you really surprised?  My patience is wearing thin . . .

Time for the Valentine Day cards.  Yep, we waited until the last minute.  Again, are you really surprised?  I had Joe write his name out on all of his cards and let James color his.  Some of my patience returned.

Lunch time.  James did not eat anything.  Sometimes it's so frustrating.  Little bit of patience gone with that one.  More arguing and whining.  More patience gone.  Time to make our Valentine cupcakes to bring to the teachers at school tomorrow.  We, of course, had to eat some.  (I did make James eat something before he could have a cupcake though.)

Does it look delicious?

Naptime.  Did either one of them sleep?  NO.  Why would they?  I did get about an hour of peace as they laid in their room reading books.  Welcome back patience.  :)  I went to tell them they could be done resting and it looked like a library threw up in their room.  Ugh.  We tried to play a game but there was screaming (it was happy screaming but it still was not what I wanted to hear) and running and craziness.  Just not the day I wanted to hear it.  It was driving me crazy.  Enter one-on-one time.  Something Mike and I do with the boys every other weekend.  Joe went to daddy's house this weekend and I got some one-on-one time with James.  It's kind of relaxing to just have 1 kid.  Patience slowly returning.  

Joe returns.  Lots of picking on his brother.  I have the cure -- bathtime and bedtime.  No naps had them both falling asleep quickly.  

Patience -- it really is a virtue, isn't it?

Sing a Song

So I picked up my little munchkins from their dad's house this afternoon and went to run a couple of errands with them.  The were a little high strung.  We were able to calm down but they still had a little silliness left in them (they probably get that from me).  The car was full of music on the way home but the radio wasn't the source.  They started off singing some sort of Happy Birthday remix to April whose birthday is today and we planned on calling when we got home.  In true Knudson boy fashion as soon as we got home and called April they both were silent.  If only she could have listened to them in the car -- it was too cute.
When the birthday song celebration was done they moved into an original song:
Joe:  "I am BIG!!"
James:  "I am LITTLE!!"
Joe:  "I am BIG!"
James:  "I am LITTLE!!"
Joe:  "I am the best!  No, I mean mommy is the best!"  (and I didn't even have to tell him to say that)
James:  "Mommy!"
Joe:  " I know lots of stuff.  Eight minus one is (long pause) . . . seven.  Four plus four equals eight.  Nine plus nine equals . . . "
James:  "I am LITTLE!"  (keep in mind that this is all in song)
Joe:  "seventy?" 

As much as they drive me crazy this type of stuff just makes my day.  A made up song that lasted a couple of minutes on a car ride home.  Love my boys!  :)