Thursday, December 6, 2012

College

Brody likes talking about all of the schools he'll attend. Today, as we drove past his elementary school, he started telling me about college. When he goes to college, he's going to sleep there, he tells me. He'll have his own bookshelf full of books and it'll have his name on it. If it's far away and he wants to read a book, he'll just walk over and quietly get a book and take it back to his seat to read. He isn't going to get to see Dada and me every day, but we can come to his school on "special days" like when there is a party in his classroom. :) I'll have to remind him of this conversation later in life. What college kid wouldn't want to have his mom visit for parties?

Monday, November 12, 2012

When I'm seventy-five...

I asked Logan what he wanted to be when he was grown up. Apparently "grown up" is something Logan doesn't plan to be for a very long time. He told me "when I'm seventy-five, I want to be a teacher." I asked why he wanted to be a teacher and he said "so I can give out snacks." Everything this kid says and does can be traced back to food.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Mama's at work

There are times when being a working mom sucks. I try to be involved in the kids' classrooms and activities but I simply can't be as involved as stay at home moms. The kids don't seem to mind because they don't know better, but sometimes things happen that just sting.

Like Mother's Day this year. Brody's teacher asked if I'd be able to make it to their class party and I said yes, I'd be there. She didn't tell me at the time, but she'd given Brody a special speaking part in their presentation and wanted to make sure I'd be there to see it. I ended up in a customer meeting downtown that day and although I raced as fast as I could from the meeting, I arrived after the presentation when all of the kids were sharing their special cookies with their Moms. I found Brody sitting at the table with a friend and his Mom. I sat with them and apologized for being late but Brody didn't care. He was happy to see me, he loved singing and eating his cookie. He didn't seem to notice that I should have been there earlier, or if he did notice, he just didn't care. One of the other moms came over and said "I made sure to get Brody in my video since I wasn't sure you'd make it." Sigh, the other parents have learned to compensate for my work schedule. That hurts.

Then a few days ago I overheard Brody and Logan playing pretend. They had created a family of Spidermen and Brody asked Logan, is Spider-Man's Mommy going to come get him? Logan responded, no, his Mommy's at work.

I'm very lucky. My boys are happy. They are well-cared for and they like their teachers. I get to do two things I love, work and be a mom. I know I should look at it that way, but sometimes, it still sucks.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Hurricane Sandy

Hurricane Sandy is tearing through our area bringing strong winds and rain through mid-afternoon tomorrow. Schools, governments, and stores are closed and everyone is staying close to home. Power is out in pockets around the neighborhood, but so far, we're lucky. As we get ready for bed tonight, we are setting up camp in the toy room, away from the big trees out front. The boys are excited to have a sleepover in their tents and have no idea there is anything unsafe outside.

After blowing up the air bed for Jacob and me, we all laid down on together and did the "Goodnight Jim Bob" thing. Logan pointed out that Mama's feet hung over the edge... Yeah, yeah, I'm tall. He was squeezed into a corner and said "My feet are hanging over too!" I told him he was just like Mama and he laughed and said, "so I guess I'm OLD." Yeah, yeah... sigh.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Her highness

Brody was walking through all of our full names: Broderick James Weaver, Logan Philip Weaver, and Becca. I asked him if he knew my full name too, and he said Becca Weaver. Just as I was about to tell him that Becca was a nickname like Brody, he said oh, I know, 'YOUR MAJESTY'.

There was no sarcasm in his voice and to fill my silence he said, what? Some people are called that!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

World Travelers

I'm introducing the boys to maps.  I brought home two maps from Jacob and my trip to Boston this summer- one of the US and another of the world, planning to hang them in Brody's room.  I also recently bought another, larger map of the world that we hung in my craft room to "pin" places we want to visit and plan future vacations.  Brody was enthralled with the map, asking me where all sorts of places were located, starting with Jamaica, then Mexico, Australia, Tokyo, and Africa.  Logan was looking at it too while listening to our discussion and then asked me "Where's Red Robin?"

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As Logan and I were driving home from Home Depot yesterday, we passed another car on the road and Logan shouted out "hey! That's like Uncle Rick's car!"  I asked why it was like Uncle Rick's car and he said "because it was red."  Well, that impressed me immensely (until Jacob explained later that Logan wasn't thinking of Rick's red Corvette, but the red toy car that Logan brought home from his house) and I told Logan "Logan! You're so smart!!"  He shot back, "I know, I know everything."  Smart and confident.  :)

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Some things are even too hard for Superman

Logan is learning independence. We're teaching him to dress himself, choose his outfits, and get his own yogurt in the morning. This morning he was doing great, but struggled when it came time to open his yogurt. He called over to me and said "Mama, can you open this? It's too hard for Superman." Sometimes even Superman needs to ask his Mama for help.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Mama knows best

To quote Brody: "whoa! How was mama wrong and dada right when mama is smarter than dada??"

Awesome.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Little excerpts from our weekend

The boys kept me laughing this weekend.  Here are a few gems:

Brody was eating something at the kitchen island and Logan burst into the room, immediately whining "I waaaannnt thaaaaatttt!", then quickly turned to me and asked in a sweet, happy voice "what is it?"

While making cookies, we put on some country music and were listening to "Big Green Tractor".  As I sang along to the verse "Take you for a ride on my big green tractor... we can go slow, or make it go faster..." Brody asks why they don't just go medium.

Logan carried a box containing our leftover pizza from the car into the house and I told him, "Logan, you're strong!"  He smugly replied, "that's because I'm superman."

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Speaking of my little superman, on our way home from Dada's hockey game late Monday night, Logan told me he was a superhero.  Brody protested, telling Logan, You're not a superhero!  You're Mama's funky monkey!  I gave Logan a choice, he could be a funky monkey or a superhero.  Of course, he chose superhero.  What 3-year old boy wouldn't?  So a few miles down the road, the car was quiet and I thought they'd both started drifting off to sleep.  I could see in my rear-view mirror that Brody was awake and looking out the window but I couldn't see Logan's eyes.  I whispered back to Brody, *Brody, is my little superhero awake?*  Both boys started giggling and I could see in the rear view that Logan was beaming.  Ok, new nickname chosen.  Superhero, it is.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Brody's green thumb

A few weeks ago, Brody came home sad because Maggie (his best friend for the past two years) had saved a seed from her apple and taken it out on the playground, but lost it.  Maggie had gotten upset and Brody tried to her her find it, but it was gone.  Brody remembered that we had seeds leftover from our garden and asked if he could take some in.  I assumed he wanted to take in a single seed for Maggie, but instead he asked if he could take enough for his whole class.  Sure, I had green bean seeds to spare, so Brody took them into class and each kid had their own seed on the playground that day.

Maggie managed to hold onto hers to take home and as they were walking out of the center at the end of the day, Maggie dad asked Jacob "what IS it?"  Jacob had no idea what they were talking about.

Fast forward- Brody's school had an "EMERGENCY" as Brody likes to say, and the sprinkler system malfunctioned, which sent water everywhere, resulting in a ceiling collapse and surprisingly, a fire.  The day care center was closed for over two weeks as they cleaned up the mess, fixed the sprinklers, and finally, passed a fire inspection.  The kids returned to school yesterday and when they went outside for recess, they were surprised to find 20 green bean plants growing in the mulch on the playground.  Amazingly, the plants thrived on neglect at the day care center.  One was already budding flowers!

Within a few minutes of being outside, a kid in the Preschool III class pulled up every plant and was carrying them around as a bouquet.  Brody's teacher, Miss Meena intervened and she and Brody used recess time to replant the green bean plants in the school garden.

Brody is a huge help in our plot at the community garden this year.  He planted a row of green beans all by himself, waters the garden regularly, separates weeds from vegetable plants, and will harvest anything from our garden except the zucchini and cucumber, which are "too prickly".  He's a fantastic spotter of those vegetables though.  Even yesterday, he pointed out a zucchini I'd missed on Friday.  We've nicknamed it Dinosaur due to its size and will use it to make a double batch of zucchini bread.

Logan is still a little young to spend much time at the garden.  The first time he visited with me, he pulled up two pepper plants while weeding and stepped on a few green bean plants, crushing them.  During his second attempt at helping me in the garden, I was chatting with a fellow community gardener and turned around to find Logan standing in the middle of our plot with his pants around his ankles.  Now he only makes quick trips with me, when I'm just there to pick produce or water the plants.  Maybe his green thumb will be ready next year.  I'd love to have two little gardeners!

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In order to entice the boys to join me on a trip to Home Depot, I told them each they could choose a pack of seeds for our garden.  Brody was suckered and jumped into the car.  Logan, our stubborn little boy, chose to stay home with Dada.  At Home Depot, Brody spent a lot of time circling the seed display before finally choosing the watermelon seeds.  Oh man.  I wasn't expecting a plant that would take over the entire garden.  He said he wanted pumpkins too, but I drew the line at one vining plant.

We planted the seeds indoors to get them started, but they didn't take off, so when we went back to choose plants for our community garden plot, we also picked up a watermelon plant.  It was a little thing, just a few leaves in a 4" pot.  Mamie and Paw Paw agreed to host Brody's watermelon plant and planted it on the outer edge of their vegetable garden.  ...And it is happy there!  The plant has grown down a slope and continues to spread.  There are already large fruit on the vines and they're getting big fast.  Anything Brody touches in the garden this year turns to gold.  I will have to look to him more as I'm planning our garden next year.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

So typical...

It's a hot day.  Crazy, over 100 degrees, hot.  We're all stuck inside and doing our best to entertain ourselves in the last two hours leading up to bedtime.  The boys were playing iPad and I decided to take a video since they were playing nicely together.  And suddenly, they weren't, which is how things go in our household these days.  They can be playing well one moment, start teasing and tormenting the next, and as soon as we separate them, they beg to play together again.  As I watched the video, I realized that it captured so many characteristics of our kids right now:
1. Brody is almost naked.  Well, it IS really hot out.
2. Logan is using his silly, fake laugh.  I love this laugh and will miss it when he outgrows it.
3. Brody is tormenting Logan.  What's new?
4. Logan is whining.  ...sigh, what's new?
5. The kids are so entranced with the iPad that they don't even notice I'm taking a video until they both look up.  This is why our iPad is engraved "iBabysitter".


Friday, June 29, 2012

Oh darn

This morning as we arrived at Shahnaz's house, Logan exclaimed "Oh darn! I forgot to bring a toy."  As I looked at him in astonishment that he'd just used the word darn, he gave a little laugh and said under his breath, "...I said darn."  There are worse things he could say, I suppose.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Mutton chops...?

Dinners with mama

Dada is at the movies tonight and we have a house full of leftovers to eat for dinner. We pulled out all of the tupperware from the fridge and my boys chose to eat pasta, crackers, cheese, olives, and cherries. It's a classic "Becca dinner". Grab whatever is in the fridge and enjoy it. It may not be a gourmet dinner like they're used to from Dada, but judging by the cherry stains all over both boys, they definitely did enjoy it.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Brave

As a fanatic of the Cars movie, it was only fitting that Logan's first movie theater experience was Cars 2. We were in Pawley's Island, SC with the Plummer family and the women thought they'd give the men a break by taking the kids out to a movie. We were outnumbered 2-1 and doing our best to keep the kids happy with popcorn and candy. The first image Logan saw on the big screen was a preview for Pixar's movie, Brave. Since the movie was still a year from release, they didn't have a full trailer at the time. Instead they introduced the movie with a big bear, standing on it's hind legs growling and snarling with the camera angle looking up at the bear as if you were underneath him and he wanted to eat you. After 10 seconds of that, the screen went to black and the word Brave appeared. The theater was silent... except for the voice of two-year-old Logan screaming "SIT WITH YOU!!"
He spent the rest of the movie in my lap, covering his eyes when appropriate, but thoroughly engrossed in Cars 2. He loved it.
I'm seeing full trailers for Brave now and wondering if Logan could handle seeing the movie in the theater. If the title of the movie suggests that bravery is involved, we may have to skip this one. At least while it's in the theater.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Zzzzz....

Every "stay-home day" (weekend), Brody and Logan race into our room at 7am, the time that we allow them to wake up.  They know that on weekends they're allowed to watch TV and want to get an early start.  Unfortunately for Jacob and me, we want to sleep on weekend mornings, so we're forced to try to continue to sleep with the sounds of Transformers, Super Hero Squad show, and Spiderman in the background.  Sometimes Logan will even climb up on our bed and drape himself across me, a move that I've successfully slept through on two really tired mornings.

During the week, when Jacob and I have to wake up early to get ready and go to work, the boys like to sleep in.  One day this week, they slept so late that around 8:30 I had to poke my head into their rooms and make sure they weren't victims of carbon monoxide poisoning.  Yes, that was my first thought.  Not the more logical option that maybe they'd snuck out of their beds and were downstairs playing quietly... my mind immediately jumps to odorless chemical poisoning.

I was relieved to find them both still sleeping in their beds and several minutes later, Brody wandered out, sleepy eyed and carrying Little Bear.  I commented on how late he'd slept and he replied "Sometimes when I'm having a good dream, I like to sleep late to stay in it."  I tried to get him to recall his dream, but he couldn't.  I would love to know what little boys dream about, but since he can't remember I'm content to know that he has happy dreams.  Hopefully one day he'll manage to have one of those dreams on a stay-home day so we can all stay in our dreams a little longer.

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Speaking of sleeping, last night around 10:15pm, Brody's alarm clock started going off.  He'd obviously played with the buttons at some point, changing the time to 5am and turning on the alarm.  I ran to his room to turn it off and was surprised to see him laying perpendicular in his bed, covers thrown off and his head against the bedside table where the alarm was going off, still sleeping soundly.  He was snoring lightly with his mouth was wide open and was in such a deep sleep that he didn't even stir at the sound of the beeping alarm.  How on earth can he sleep through an alarm that's right next to his head?  He must get that from his Dada.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Life is such a dream

Logan is singing as he plays:
"Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is about the dream"

I like his version.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Wiggly Teeth

This morning, as we drove to Brody's school, he asked me when he would get a wiggly tooth.  He said his classmates who went to PreK before him all had wiggly teeth.  And Cameron, who was still in Preschool 3 when Brody went to PreK also has a wiggly tooth.  Brody's logic is that if Cameron came to PreK after Brody, then he shouldn't have wiggly teeth until after Brody too.  I didn't realize we were getting to the age of wiggly teeth.  I remember the feeling; when they get to the point of hanging on by a few threads and you can get your tongue between the tooth and gumline.  Yuck.  It grossed me out when wiggly teeth were in my mouth as a kid and it's going to be worse to watch my boys play with their own wiggly teeth.  I hope Jacob is ready for this milestone because I may choose to opt out.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Back at the beach

We're at the beach this week, spending time with the Plummers in the Outer Banks in NC. The boys are sharing a room with bunk beds and having a good time together. Last night as they were going to bed I heard Brody talking and talking and talking while Logan, who was clearly the more tired of the two was quiet. Finally Brody paused in his endless chatter and said "Logan, say something." then a pause and "...say something!" Logan quickly shot back an irritated "SOMETHING!" Brody got the point then and quieted down himself, letting Logan go to sleep. This morning they woke up around 7am and giggled in their room for 20 minutes before they came looking for me.

Today while out at the beach, Brody was off looking for shells to take home to his Pre-K class. He brought back a white and brown layered shell and asked "mama, is this shell a little bit awesome or not at all?" My kid is so cool.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Life with boys

This is what your silverware drawer might look like if you have two boys, ages five and three. Superheroes and transformers reign supreme in our house.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

I can fly!

This morning as the boys woke up and scrambled downstairs for breakfast, I heard Brody say "I can fly downstairs!" Then Logan said "me too!" and suddenly I see a streak of red and blue as both boys race past in Superman pajamas with their capes flying. Thankfully, running fast is just as good as flying to them, so there were no injuries as they flew downstairs. My little superheroes...

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Scrapple

I had never heard of scrapple before I started dating Jacob.  I don't think I'd even seen it on the grocery shelves, in its anonymous red and white packaging.  It is still a mystery meat to me, gray in color and oddly textured... it's not something I like to eat.  But Jacob loves the stuff when it's cut thin and fried crisp and considers it a special treat for the cabin.  For the past month, we've had a block of scrapple in our fridge, leftover from a recent cabin trip.  On a rainy Sunday, there is nothing better than a lazy, big breakfast.  This morning, our big breakfast included pancakes, potatoes, and because Jacob was helping to cook... scrapple.  The boys loved it.  They probably ate as much scrapple as they ate pancakes.  I didn't touch the stuff but I have to admit that it did smell good.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Potato!

As we were all waking up this morning, we heard Logan calling out from his room. This is unusual. Most mornings these days, he saunters out and finds us, then asks for yogurt. This morning, he stayed in bed, talking and at times, yelling, "potato" in a British accent. He started with just potato, then po-tay-toh. That eventually evolved into PO-TAY-TOH! Finally we went in and said hello, as he explained to us that Thomas says potato. Whatever, kid.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Oh, the parental lies

Someday, Brody's world will come crashing down. We've told him so many stories about how things happen and many of them aren't quite true. They're just the typical parental lies but now they've started to weave together. Today, he asked me how the Easter bunny gets eggs. I didn't have an answer and I told him that. Using the stories he knows from us, he told me "I know! Maybe Santa gave them to him!" ha. Whoops.

Monday, March 19, 2012

life's lessons

There was a fire in our neighborhood last week. The fire destroyed two homes but thankfully nobody was hurt. We're using the opportunity to talk to the boys about fire safety. Brody, for the most part, gets it. He knows that if there is a fire and he can't find us, he should run and get outside. He knows to meet us at the mailbox, although recently decided he wants to meet us at the playground instead in case the fire is too big. He knows how to dial 911 for help and he knows not to be afraid of the firemen that will come and help him. Logan on the other hand said: "the superheros will save me."

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While getting ready for work one morning, Brody was watching me put on my makeup. I was curling my eyelashes when he laughed and told me "Mama, it looks like your eyes are in jail."

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Just like their Dada

My three boys, watching Transformers...

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Kurt

Brody was helping me make a list of classmates to invite to his 5th birthday party. He had the genius idea of going through his class valentines to see who we'd forgotten. He ran to get them and came back saying, I know! We forgot Kurt! And he showed me the valentine signed by Kurt. He's been learning to read for a few months and can work his way through books with simple words, but I couldn't help being extremely proud of him at this moment.

Monday, February 20, 2012

*mama...*

The boys are supposed to be upstairs sleeping right now. If they're not sleeping, they're supposed to be having quiet time alone in their rooms. Instead, I hear running, jumping, talking, singing. Clearly neither of them is asleep or will be going to sleep. And clearly, they're not alone in their rooms anymore either. As long as they stay upstairs and I get quiet time downstairs, I'm fine with them playing together.

But then one calls out to me. I hear a whisper from the top of the stairs *mama...* Then I hear, a little louder but still in a whisper voice *Mama!* I respond, "That better not be one of my boys calling for me when he's supposed to be sleeping." The whisper responds *mama, I just want to talk to you for a second.* It's two year old Logan, and the fact that he put together that sentence is pretty suprising. I'm not impressed enough to go upstairs, but it was worth walking to the office to type up a blog post about it while they continue to wrestle and play upstairs.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Heaven

One of the best aspects of the Harris Teeter grocery store is the balloon corral, where kids are welcomed to take a balloon on the way out of the store. Brody and Logan know the balloon corral well. At the grocery on Friday, Logan chose a red balloon and picked a yellow balloon for Brody. We were visiting with the Weavers following Uncle Rick's death and hanging out in Rick's log cabin. Within a few minutes, Brody's balloon caught a rough spot on the wood and popped, startling everyone. Logan's balloon was more resilient and made it until nighttime when we were loading up the car to go back to the hotel. Logan let it slip from his hand and up it went, through the tree branches and into the darkness of the sky. I told the boys that it was going up to heaven to see Uncle Rick. Logan pondered that while Brody said "and it's going to see the guy who's birthday is on Christmas!" Yes, the balloon is going up to see Jesus *and* Uncle Rick.

I was taking the boys back to the hotel myself that night so Jacob could visit with his cousins a little longer. Brody noticed that with Dada gone, he was the oldest boy and took the role of Mama's protector very seriously. As we were going into the hotel and walking up the stairs to the 3rd floor, Brody said "I'm going to go first to make sure it's safe." And he ran up ahead to check around each corner. When we made it back to the room, he used the key to open the door and held it open for Logan and me. He's going to make some little girl very happy one day.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Bodyguard

Brody places an angry bird in his doorway every night to scare away anything bad that might come and try to get him. We have a house full of boy stuff, supported by a comic-reading Dad. We have spiderman, batman, ironman, wolverine, superman... you name the superhero and we have it in abundance in our home. But Brody puts all of his trust in those angry birds. I have to admit, there is something creepy about seeing the bird in his doorway when I come to bed. Maybe he isn't so crazy in his selection after all.

Monday, January 30, 2012

You're wasting my time!

On our way to preschool one morning, we were late as usual so I gave Brody a cheese stick to eat in the car. A quality breakfast from Mama. Brody has become painfully slow in the mornings, not listening and dawdling quite a bit. By the time we'd dropped Logan off at Miss Shahnaz's house, he still hadn't even opened his cheesestick. Due to allergies in the class, he isn't allowed to bring food into the school so I warned him that I was going to take away whatever was left when he got to the classroom. Then I asked him if he needed help opening it, suggested he took his mittens off, and asked him another question or two. Brody became increasingly agitated with each question, finally spitting out: "You're wasting my time!" It was such an adult statement from such a little boy. I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the ride and let him eat his cheesestick. As I relayed this story to Jacob later in the day, I learned that Brody has also shouted this at his Dada. We're going to have to squelch that attitude before it gets out of control.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

What we do on snow days...

After a big french toast breakfast (Logan had THREE pieces!), we have to do something to burn off the sugar from the syrup. So, we dance. We dance to "cool kid music" that Katie gives me annually for Christmas. The boys are especially fond of Katy Perry, Beyonce, and Brittany. You can tell Logan is starting to wind down. Brody could dance for hours.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Loganisms

With Jacob at the cabin, the boys' choices for dinner were McDonalds, Thai food, or pizza. Since they had pizza last night and I wasn't feeling McDonalds, I was pushing for thai. Logan said he wanted pasta, so I thought we were on the right track. I told him he could have asian pasta (pad thai), like they eat in Thailand. He said "NO! I don't want to go to pie-land!" If that's what he heard me say, I have to wonder...who wouldn't want to go to pie-land?

Later tonight as I was putting him to bed, I told him a secret that I'd been holding onto. I told him, in a whisper, that when he woke up there might be snow. He responded very excited, also in a whisper: "Or there might be DOUGHNUTS!"

Monday, January 16, 2012

MLK Day - Take 3

Another MLK Day, another day that I'm at home with the boys while Jacob works. I had grand plans for today. We were going to go shopping in the morning, get the ingredients for a bake-fest and make yummy treats until Jacob came home. Plans don't always work out. It took Brody an hour to put his clothes on and then both boys fought me when I tried to get their jackets on. Suddenly, it was noon and I gave up. So instead we made a video and made a huge mess with their toys. I went to the grocery on Jacob's lunch break and made cookies during the boys' nap, so at least we have yummy treats to look forward to tonight. As is tradition, here is the annual Weaver boys' MLK Day video to their Dada.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Interrogation failure

It was a cold, windy day when we went to choose and cut our Christmas tree this year. I was being picky and made the family walk through row after row of trees, over muddy ground and through prickly bushes until we finally found the perfect tree. The "perfect" tree ended up being sparse and full of holes, but after 20 minutes braving the freezing wind and carrying Logan because he refused to walk in the mud, any tree that fit inside our house was fine.

We got the tree home, vowing that beginning next year the Weaver family is going with an artificial tree, and started to relax. The boys ate their lunch, Logan took a nap and Brody had quiet time. A few hours later, Jacob noticed that his cellphone was missing. He replayed the day in his mind and realized he hadn't used it since we were at the Christmas tree farm. Panic ensued. Jacob searched the house and car and couldn't find his phone. He worried that he had dropped it somewhere during our search for the tree, which would mean it was surely lost. As a final attempt, he called his phone from our house phone. While standing in the kitchen, he heard the glorious sound of a distant phone, vibrating to signal an incoming call. Following the sound, he tracked the location of the phone... in the kitchen trash can.

All eyes immediately turn to Brody, who had come downstairs from quiet time while Logan continued to nap. Jacob asks Brody "Did you put my phone in the trash?" Brody says no. Jacob says, "It's ok, you're not in trouble, I just want to know if you put my phone in the trash." Brody says no, he didn't do it. I turn to Jacob and shrug, saying "I believe him."

Apparently Jacob keeps pressing Brody, asking him over and over again if he put the phone in the trash. After answering no several times, Brody finally responds "Yes, I did it." Jacob, surprised, asks, "Did you really put my phone in the trash?" And Brody says "NO! I just want you to stop asking me!!" So at that point, Jacob decides to leave it alone.

A little while later, Logan wakes up from his nap in a great mood and comes downstairs for a snack of goldfish crackers. As he's sitting on the stool at the kitchen island and munching on his crackers, Jacob comes into the kitchen and asks Logan "Did you put my phone in the trash?" Logan smiles wide and responds "Yep." Jacob asks "Why did you put my phone in the trash?" Logan replies in a sing-song voice "...cause I did." Jacob, shocked at the way this turned out and at Logan's quick admission of guilt, asks a final question, "When did you put it in the trash?". Logan responds, in almost a mocking voice, "I did it by myself..." effectively freeing Brody from any association with the act.