Negro

While we were eating M&M's for dinner (don't judge-sometimes it's ice cream for breakfast), I was reciting the colors in Spanish for Isaiah. Michael asks, "How do you say black in Spanish?" "Negro", I replied.  He turns to his dad and says, "Dad, you're negro." 

He made me laugh. Like fall onto the floor laugh.

BTW, his dad is not negro. Dark though...way dark...too many summer days in the sun :)

Sniff Sniff

Doesn't this just melt your heart?

I love my boys!

P.S. Since taking this picture a few days ago, these beautiful daisies? (I truly don't know what they are) have succumbed to my black thumb. They are dead. I don't know what happened. One minute they were alive and thriving and the next minute they were shriveled up brown nubs. (Insert snicker here.)

Have a nice day.

Life With Boys

Warning: This post is kind of gross. Just saying.

Michael went to the bathroom. The hallway bathroom which he shares with his siblings. He usually calls either adult to help him wipe so his dad was nearby waiting for him. This is how he saw Michael make a mad dash to our bathroom and so of course he followed him.  His dad asked, "Why did you change bathrooms?" To which Michael replied, "Because it got too stinky in there."

The Important Things In Life

So Little Michael's preschool teacher asked the class to draw what they would put in their suitcase if they were going to the moon:

And I quote:

"I would take an apple, orange, my dad, my mom and whole family. Toys to play with. I have a new Bakugan and I would bring the toilet and the toilet seat."

Hmm. Interesting. A toilet and the toilet seat.

That's right baby! Bring 'em both!

(What about the toilet paper honey? Just askin'.)

Needless to say, my son will grow up to be a fine young man who truly recognizes the important things in life ;)

Burn Rubber Baby!

So my son my husband decided that the training wheels were coming off.  Even though I was excited for him, I'm his mom and all I could think of were broken bones, fast cars, stationary cars that he might pedal into, scraped knees, cracked skulls, dumbass drivers, etc. etc.  If it were to cause him a potential hurt, I thought about it.

Here is my son, getting the 411 on two wheelin'.

 Here is my son walking back to the 411 on two wheelin' after a small scare (which sent me into hysterics!). Be proud of me...I just kept taking pictures and kept my mouth shut. Almost shut. Ok...I yelled at my husband. Out of fear for my child I tell you.

Here he is taking off. Right after the 411 lesson. Isn't he so cool? and awesome? Did I mention he's 4? Oh, and he took right off. Did I tell you that already?

 I just feel the need to clarify: That is not a look of fear on his face. Ok? Ok. Glad we cleared that up.

 Here's my baby boy! I'm so proud of you!

 Now if I could only wrap him in bubble wrap.

Mosquitoes

Little Michael asked, "Do you want some mosquitoes?" "Mosquitoes?" I asked. Clearly I was baffled by his question. "Yeah, mosquitoes. Do you want red, yellow, purple, or green?" he asked. And then I looked into the rear view mirror. He was holding up his Skittles bag. All I could see was the rainbow ;)