Sushi

While playing restaurant, Logan asks me what kind of sushi I'd like. This is a big step up up from hot dogs and ice cream, so I ask for unagi nigiri. Logan looks at me puzzled and offers me peanut butter chocolate sushi instead. 

Remote Control

As Brody was turning on Netflix on the TV this morning, adeptly using the remote control much more confidently than me, Logan says "Wow Brody, you're almost to a dad's years old because you can control the TV!"

Learning to spell

Here is the third word Logan learned to spell without any assistance. The first was his name and second was 'Brody'. :)

Safe astronauts

While walking to Brody's school to play basketball on the blacktop, Brody chatted my ear off, telling me everything he knew about space and the planets, which was quite a bit more than I knew. I saw he was very interested and asked if he wanted to be an astronaut someday. He quickly replied, "yeah, soon. Like when I'm an adult or something. But I only want to go to the safe planets, not like Mercury."

Duly noted. 

Happy Thanksgiving

Watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Brody asks "Is that man on the turtle a clown?" I look up and see Richard Simmons. Yep. 

Wiggly teeth

Brody bounded into the kitchen tonight and came to a sliding stop, exclaiming "I have a wiggly tooth!!" Internally, I shouted "FINALLY!" This is a really big deal. Two years ago, his friends started losing their baby teeth and Brody wondered when he would. A year ago, we asked the dentist if she had any idea when he may start losing them. She looked at his x-rays and estimated 7 or 7 and a half. Brody was devastated. 

I met Brody for lunch in the cafeteria last week and each kid in his class told me how many teeth they'd lost so far. Six, four, three, six, five, six, etc. Brody said know how many I've lost? Zero. Poor kid. 

So, like I said, tonight is a big deal. He called Mamie, Granny, Poppa, and Evelyn, who at age 5 has lost six teeth already. Then Brody wiggled and wiggled that tooth, ate an apple and wiggled it some more. He freed the back but the front was still hanging on... until Jacob caught him by surprise and pushed it with his thumb. You could see Brody's face register what had just happened and as he showed it to me, it looked like it was floating above the gum line. I squealed, covered my eyes, and sent him to Jacob. This is not my thing. Jacob had him pull one last time and it was out. Brody looked woozy for a second, swayed a bit, and then started talking a mile a minute about the tooth fairy. We went from discovering a wiggly tooth to finding a bag for the tooth fairy in just over two hours. 

As Brody went to bed tonight, Jacob asked if he was going to show everyone at school tomorrow. Brody said, well, a lot of them have already lost teeth too. Jacob asked, so it won't be a big deal to them? Brody replied, well at least I'm part of that group now too.

Finally!!

Booyah

It took Logan five days to clean his room this week. The house cleaners are coming tomorrow, so this was his last shot. He needed to clean his room tonight or else the cleaning people would "vacuum up his toys", which is what we've taught our boys. At 6 and 4, they still fear the power of the cleaning people. 

So tonight, we told Logan after dinner that he needed to go back upstairs to clean his room. He was still sitting at the kitchen table and resisted, but we said he had to go. Then we got distracted. Brody asked to put music on so we could dance and Jacob played their new favorite, Radioactive. The music started, Jacob, Brody, and I started dancing, and Logan just watched for a second. I actually saw the moment that it dawned on him that we weren't enforcing the room-cleaning request. He jumped off his chair, shouted "Oh yeah! Booyah!" and joined in the dance party. 

Sigh. Not only did he ignore our request but he also gloated his win. If my kid is going to disobey and rub it in my face, at least he does it in a way that makes me laugh. 

Apple picking

I took the boys apple picking tonight at our favorite apple orchard in Winchester, Marker Miller Orchard. On our way out the door, I asked them how many apples we should get. Logan replied quickly and matter-of-factly: 3. Then after thinking about it, he ran and asked Jacob "Do you want an apple?" He must have said yes because Logan came back and told me "ok, we need 4." One apple per person. :)

Kentucky

Brody made his inaugural trip to Kentucky last weekend with Granny, Katie, Evelyn, and Mama to celebrate cousin Alice's wedding. While there we visited with aunts and cousins, attended the wedding, toured a race horse farm, ate at Frisch's, and played at a bounce gym. The kids were surprisingly good considering the 8 hour drive turned into a 12-13 hour drive each way. When we returned, Jacob asked Brody about his trip. Brody responded "there are a lot of cats in Kentucky." Of everything he did and saw, Joyce and Laura's five cats had the biggest impact. 

Boy Humor

Poop, toot, burp, pee pee, and privates. These are the things that crack up my boys. It's non-stop potty humor in our home right now and Jacob and I are trying to teach them to know their audience and environment. With Mama? Not ok. With each other? Ok in small doses. At the dinner table? Not ok, but apparently hard for them to remember. Today as we were heading to daycare and I was click clacking along in my heels, Logan turned around and told me "Mama, those shoes are GREAT." It made me giggle as I thanked him. A single girly comment won't make up for all of the fake toot noises and forced burps but at least there is some balance. 

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Brody goes downstairs this morning and states the obvious: "I think we have an ant problem". If a line of ants from the front door to the kitchen island is a problem, then yes Brody, we do have an ant problem. 

Sweet Logan

As I am pitting the 10lbs of tart cherries that the boys and I picked so we can freeze them for cherry pies this winter, Logan walks over and lovingly starts petting my arm with a wooden paint stirrer. I ask him what he's doing, expecting a response like "I'm petting you like a cat." Instead Logan tells me "I'm cutting you apart." Oh, sweet Logan. 

Car money

My coworker has six kids who are teenagers through young adults.  He spent most of his career in the air force and raised his children with a military style that resulted in six responsible and hard working kids.  Every once in a while, he gives me tips and I'm listening.  So far they've included:
1. Before each kid received their own cell phone, they had to do a certain number of hours of community service.  I think it was 50 hours/kid, but I may have inflated the number.  That sounds awfully high.
2. Each kid is responsible for half of their college expenses.  It gives them incentive to find scholarships and teaches them to value their education.
3. He did not buy any child a car.  All of his college-aged children bought cars before they went to college, but they bought them on their own with no help from their parents.
4. Half of every dollar the kids received in gifts or paychecks went straight to the bank.  The other half was theirs to spend.  Upon high school graduation, the bank money was theirs to pay towards college.

As a parent, I know I'm not as tough as he is.  I like his ideas, but I need to tailor them a bit.  Jacob and I have already discussed that we're going to pay for the boys' college educations.  We've started saving and if all goes to plan, we should be ready by the time they graduate high school.  But I like idea #4 as it teaches the kids the concept of saving.  So tonight, Brody started his first savings account.

Brody is on a big Pokemon kick right now and came home with some information from Jack, his friend at school.  Jack told Brody that you can buy Pokemon cards at Target for $20.  Brody, who has a very full piggy bank, said "I have $20!" and asked Jacob to go to Target.  The saver in me cringed.  I know he should be free to spend his own money, but he also needs to learn how to save.  I decided to go with idea #4 and told Brody that for every dollar in his piggy bank, he needed to put one in a savings account to save for a car.

"A CAAARRRR...??" asked Brody.  The confusion in his face and voice was just what you'd expect from a six year old who's just been told that they need to save their dollars to buy a car.  I stuck with it and he obliged.  He ran upstairs, broke into his piggy bank and separated his dollars into two, even piles.  He had $27 to spend and handed me $27 stating "this is for my car."  Then he asked him much money he'd need for a car.  I guessed, "Four thousand".  His eyes widened and he said he needed a lot more dollars.  Yep.

Right now, his car money is in my "car jar", a tomato sauce jar that I cleaned and decoupaged with pictures of cars when I was in college to save money towards my future car.  Sometime soon, Brody and I will go to the bank and he'll get his own bank account.  My coworker said that each of his kids had around $4k saved by the time they went off to college.  I hope the same is true for Brody.  I think it would be cool for him to buy his own car as a teenager, from the money he started saving at age six.

Oh, and we went to get Pokemon cards tonight.  Of his $27 he was allowed to spend, he only spent $18.  He handed me the rest and told me to put it with the car money.  I couldn't do it.  He's six.  He deserves to have fun with his money too.  We put the remaining money back in his piggy bank for his next whim.

As tall as Mama

While eating a waffle, Logan raises his hand above his head and says: "if I eat all this, I'll be this big!" I tell him, "I hope so buddy. Do you think you'll ever be as tall as me?" He thinks and says, "Maybe if I stand on a chair."

Another day, Brody was telling me about being a teenager. He said he was going to grow to be taller than Dada when he was a teenager. I asked, "When do you think you'll grow taller than me?" Brody responded, "Hmm... maybe never."

My boys, who are consistently under the 25th percentile for height during check-ups, have very realistic expectations about their size. :)

My son, the ninja

Says Logan: "When I'm a ninja, I want to be the gold one." Replies Brody: "When I'm a ninja, I want to be the green one since he can be the green one or the gold one."  

I'm looking forward to the mom competitions of my future. When someone else boasts that their child is a doctor, lawyer, etc, I will tell them that's nice, but my sons are ninjas. And ninjas always win. 

Kicking my Foot

Brody learned something new today. He told us if someone is not telling the truth, you can say "Are you kicking my foot?" I looked at him and asked "Do you mean 'pulling my leg'?" "Ohhhh", says Brody. "Botched cliche" says Dada.

Boys.

When Brody was three, he would get exasperated when I couldn't separate the superheroes into categories by... I don't even know what to call it.  Universes?  Spiderman goes with Marvel, Superman with DC Comics.  Ironman was in the Avengers, Wonder Woman was a Super Friend.  I grew up in the '80s just like Dada, but he is a boy and he knows these things.  I'm a girl.  Give me time.  I'll figure out how to parent boys, but I need time to catch up.

I finally get a grasp on the superheroes and Logan comes along with his own favorites and new categories.  Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles- I can do that.  I remember them.  But Star Wars?  Transformers?  Voltron?  Come on, boys.  I'm a girl.  I'm trying, but there are just so many.

Tonight as I'm putting Logan to bed, he asks me why his Voltron toy is with the Transformers.  Because while the four lions come together to form a transformer-like robot called Voltron, they are not Transformers.  I know this.  I don't know names, but I know that Voltron and the Transformers are different.  Voltron has pilots and... flying lions, I think?  Transformers are aliens who look like robots and then transform into cars, or planes, or dinosaurs.  Autobots  = good.  Decepticons = bad.  I'm trying, but sometimes I feel like I need a cheat sheet.  Or I should start writing clues on my hands so when the boys ask, I can answer correctly without them sighing and going to ask Dada.

Kids are supposed to think their parents know everything... at least when they're 5 and 3, they should.  Mine have no such illusions.  When it comes to their world of "cool", they know how very little I know.  But I'm trying.  And hopefully that's what matters most.

Kicking it old school

99 Red Balloons

As a young kid, one of my first memories was dancing to 99 Red Balloons in the Hesselgrave's living room with my friends Kim and Amy and their parents. I was five or six years old and hadn't heard the song before but decided I loved it. Tonight I heard 99 Red Balloons on the radio on my way home and couldn't help but sing along and dance in my seat. It made me smile at the memory and ponder the music I dance to with my boys now. Will they remember dancing in the kitchen with me and Dada? Someday will they hear Ho Hey or Gangnam Style come on the radio and smile at the memory? I realized I may need to choose songs with more staying power so tonight I chose some classics and put on Call me Al and of course, 99 Red Balloons. The boys weren't into it, so I switched to Call Me, Maybe. And we danced. Oh well, if their memory is dancing with Mama to bad music, so be it. At least we're dancing.

Things I never thought I'd have to say...

"We don't pick each other's noses."

"Stop eating your shoe and eat your pizza."

"Candy Legos don't work as well as regular Legos."

"We don't drink out of the trash can."

"Are you pretending Chewbacca is poop?"

Call me, Mamie

Logan, singing Carly Rae Jepson's "Call me, maybe":

"And all the other boys
Try to chase me,
here's my number
So call me, Mamie."