Ouch

Trying to show off for the boys, I attempted a backwards somersault in the pool. Unfortunately, I am not as adept as I used to be and I hit the bottom of the pool, scraping my forehead, nose, lip, and chin. They were not impressed. 

Whenever you're dead...

Says Logan: "whenever you and Dada are dead, I'm going to eat pizza every day of my life."

Do you want a hug?

Brody is rather robot-like with his emotions. He is rarely extremely happy or sad. He doesn't have a lot of outbursts and maintains a consistent mellow-ness. When he cries, it's so infrequent that it breaks my heart. It's usually when something has been building up for a while and he just can't take it anymore. At that point, even the smallest thing will set him off. 

I remember one day when he was in kindergarten, he came home and just seemed off. He wasn't his chatty self and he seemed bothered by the smallest things. Right before dinner, something happened. I don't remember what it was, but it happened on our front porch. Maybe he stubbed his toe. Maybe he stepped on a rock. Whatever it was, Brody lost it. He cried so hard that I sat down on the steps with him and pulled him into my lap and just rocked him back and forth as I hugged him for a bit. After a few minutes, he calmed down enough to tell me that the other boys wouldn't let him play soccer during recess because they said he didn't know how. My first experience with mean kids. I wasn't prepared. I didn't know what to tell him, so instead, I went out and bought a soccer ball. We played in the park across the street. Later that week, I signed him up for an 8 week clinic and then after that, a soccer team. He learned how to play and I never heard about the kids excluding him during recess again. 

We had a big evening at the Prince William County Fair tonight. We went on rides, watched an epic demolition derby, and didn't get home until after 10:00. The boys were wiped out and a small disagreement about a Pokemon card sent Brody over the edge. I thought he'd calmed down by the time he'd gone to bed but then I heard him shakily inhale as I sat in my room across the hall. He was still crying, laying under his covers in the dark. I tiptoed into his room and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to acknowledge me. Nothing. So I rubbed his back and whispered, "Do you need a hug?" Silence. Then "what?" He sounded like he heard me but couldn't understand why I would ask such a ridiculous question. At this point, the hug was just as much for me as it was for him, so I asked again "Do you need a hug?" The voice from under the covers was clear, without a waver. "No." Well, at least he wasn't crying anymore. I told him goodnight and I love you and went back to my room. Just like that, my big guy had turned back into a robot. 

Running in the rain

The boys wanted to run "laps" around the playground while there was a steady rain falling tonight. Brody had already gone around once and was dripping wet when Logan came out, desperate to join him but not wearing shorts. There was hardly anyone outside so waving aside Jacob's reluctance, I told Logan to go for it. Halfway around, on the far side of the playground, Logan encountered a man walking behind his two boys on their bikes. I saw Logan slow down and steer clear of him, then keep running. The boys came back around and Logan said "A man asked me if I was lost!" Awesome. My wet, shoe-less 5 year old in his underwear rightfully attracted concern from a passing stranger. Logan told him "I'm not lost, I'm just running laps!" and kept going. Good answer, but I'm certain the man kept watching, so to prove I'm not a negligent parent, I put a pair of shorts on Logan and he, Brody, and I ran the next couple of laps together. We wrapped up the evening shooting down the playground slides like they were water slides. 

Tada!

As Logan got ready for bed tonight, he told me it would be easy for him to get into his pajamas. Tadaaaaa! he said as he pulled down his shorts to reveal his pajama shorts underneath. Logan had gone through an entire day at school and played outside all evening wearing two pairs of shorts. 

Big Kid

As we left Winwood this afternoon, Logan suggested that when he goes to kindergarten, he'd like a new name. Ok, great idea, what would you like to be called? "Big kid", says Logan. 

A few minutes later, as Logan was telling a story from his day he started "Big Kid and Carson..." then immediately giggled because it sounded silly. "Ok, maybe I'll just be Logan."

Annoying

I was chopping coconut for Brody's class luau late last night, long after the kids were in bed, and heard a sigh come from the stairs. I called out "hello?" and nobody answered. Thinking a kid was out of bed and exploring, I went to investigate. On the landing, curled up in his "Optimus Prime transforming" pose, I found Logan, fast asleep. As I picked him up he groggily said "there is a frog outside that's annoying and I couldn't sleep because he was annoying and I was annoyed." Sure enough, there was a big bullfrog croaking outside so loudly that he could be heard throughout our house.

I think Logan had a new favorite word.