To why I love this kid

Lately Adam has been talking a lot about growing up. He told me last week that he wants to be a garbage man some day (when he is big). He said that Luke will be big too and will drive the truck and he will ride on the back. Later he said that maybe he would drive the truck (in my opinion that would be the better job).

I told him he can stay little for a while, that there is no hurry for him to grow up. But he insists on it, “to why I need to reach the fish crackers on top of the refrigerator”. I am going to start keeping them on the bottom shelf of the pantry – problem solved, no need for my little man to get older.

On Monday he asked me if he can go to college some day. He said wants to learn about art, musical instruments, and “cluegers” (computers). I asked him what his favorite instrument was and he said the green kazoo, but he also really likes trombones and ukuleles.

He is going to be the most versatile garbage man ever.

Also, I love the way he says “to why” instead of the word “because”. I’ve adopted it in to my own vocabulary, to why I never want him to stop saying it.

Feelin’ Groovy

As promised, here are the results of our tie-dye play-date.

I love how Luke still leads with his belly when he walks.

I think Adam was most excited about his newly dyed green socks.

One of my tricks to get the boys to smile when I am taking pictures is to put something on my head and pretend to sneeze. Here Adam is trying to make me smile by putting his water cup on his head.

And here he is, caught in the act, dumping it on the floor. He didn’t even pretend to sneeze first (and I didn’t laugh either).

At least he looked cute doing it.

The Shermanator

We had a tie-dye play-date today. The kids were more interested in playing, so the moms did the tie-dying (the little ones did have some creative input through, and picked the colors they wanted). No pictures of the actual tie-dying (10 kids and 3 adults – the odds were not in our favor), but I will be sure to post pictures of the finished products.

It was a lot of fun and we’ve already discussed getting together to do it again – just the grown-ups next time. I think it is something Adam would enjoy doing sometime too. We just need to pick a time when there aren’t any other distractions.

After naptime Adam asked if we could have art time. I told him we already had, but he was quick to point out that the mommies did art time, not him. So we got out the paints and he did a portrait of Sherman.

Adam thinks it is hilarious to call Luke “Sherman”. It’s my fault really, because I have referred to Luke by that name several times, and Adam was quick to pick it up. That kid is a tank, so “Sherman” is a pretty fitting moniker. Adam even told the doctor last week that his little brother is named Sherman.

Poor Luke. I’m sorry buddy.

Bragging on Rosie

Last time Stacy visited us she was a sewing machine (ha, ha, get it?) and finished the whole top of a quilt in two days. She left it with me so I could put the back on it and I returned it to her this past weekend.

It is a gift for one of her best friends (who is due the end of this month with a little boy) and I know the mama-to-be is going to love it.

It got Luke’s stamp of approval.

Stacy did an awesome job and should be really proud. I am really looking forward to more sisterly sewing projects in the future.

New Wheels

So far Adam really seems to like his new big boy bike. He has a bit of trouble because of the brakes – his tricycle doesn’t have that feature and he likes to pedal backwards sometimes.

The helmet was a gift from Aunt Stacy and Uncle Robbie (safety first). Adam picked out the helmet himself. He also picked out a bell (which I was happy to get him) and a very loud horn (which Aunt Stacy was thrilled to buy).

His shirt says, “I bring the trouble”, and a lot of the time it’s right.

Note to Stacy: You will have children someday and I will remember that horn.

Turning 3, Part 2

Adam had a few requests for his birthday. He asked me if he could have a balloon, a cookie cake (“to why I really like cookies mama”), a party hat, and a cupcake. It seemed like a reasonable list of demands so I didn’t mind promising to meet all of them. He was pretty set on those four things, and it wasn’t until a couple of days later that he asked if he could “maybe have a birthday present too”.

For his birthday dinner we went to his favorite restaurant, The Apple. Some of the waiters clapped and sang to him – he was a big fan of the clapping, but covered his ears when they started to sing.

When we got home we brought out the balloons, party hats, and cookie cake (he already had his birthday cupcake – or at least the frosting off of a birthday cupcake – after lunch).

Adam loved his “party”. There were a few near catastrophes though. Luke refused to wear a party hat and Adam declared that his party was “ruined”. I convinced him that it was okay for Luke not to wear a hat, since he’s just a little guy, and the birthday boy seemed okay with that, “my party is perfect again”.

We also lost power for several minutes, which led to Adam saying, “oh no, my party ruined again”. Once the lights came back on it was all perfect again though.

And there were presents too. His big gift was a new bike. His favorite gift was a thirty-five cent magnifying glass.

Go figure.