A Hairy Situation

First:

Curly hair, and a lot of it.

Then:

A little at home barbering

Next:

Rock on!

Josie thinks she has a silly daddy.

Last:

All gone, until winter.

Moon Boots

Conversation that Isaac and I had while he was sitting at the dinner table eating spaghetti.

I: Mom?

Me: hmm

I: Mom?!

Me: huh?

I: Mom?! Say, 'what!"

(Isaac insists that you say "what" when he is talking to you, even if direct eye contact is being made, and you have given some other verbalization to acknowledge that you are listening.)

Me: what

I: Did William go to the moon?

Me: (puzzled) what?

I: (frustration escalating) DID. WILLIAM. GO. TO. THE. MOON?

Me: umm...no

I: Then why does he have boots to walk on it?

Me: (eyes wide, head shaking, and big dumb smile that won't leave my face)

My Piece of Humble Pie

Josie, a few days old.

Before, I used to hear parents say things like, "He has been sleeping through the night since two months old." Then I would say in my head, "that's not normal! that baby needs to be up eating! You are just ignoring it!" or something like that. I didn't think such a thing was really possible, but I'm happy to eat my big fat piece of humble pie and admit that it is possible! My Josie does it! Now, this being my third time around, I recognize that this could all change. Just when you think you know what to expect from a baby, they let you know that you aren't nearly as clever as you think you are, but...for now, she sleeps through the night. She goes down between 9:00 and 10:00 and wakes up to eat at 7:00am. Wonderful! She has always been a good sleeper. There is only one night since we've had her home where she woke up more than once in the night to eat, and then she wouldn't wake up for the day until closer to 9:00.

I didn't know it was possible. It is. It's incredible. Motherhood is SO much more manageable when you aren't overtired, and I'm thankful for that.

Brotherly Love, Part 2

The following is a conversation I had with Will this afternoon:

Will: You want to know the pattern of how much I love people?

Me: Sure

Will: Daddy 503, Josie 502, You (mommy) 501

Me: What about Isaac?

Will: Oh yeah. I really forgot something!

Me: (waiting to hear Isaac's number)

Will: Me (as in himself) 503

Me: Oh, but what about Isaac?

Will: um...just give him the number that's at the bottom of all those. The smallest one.

I know they really do love each other.

Star Light Star Bright

Tonight Will and I went for a walk just after dusk. We were talking and as we were nearing our house he said, "Look, mom! Just one star." I went on to tell him about wishing on a star and taught him the rhyme to go with it. He made his wish, and was anxious to tell me, but I told him to keep it to himself so that it would come true. (Who knows why that is part of it...seems a lot more likely it will happen if someone knows about it)
The first thing he did was run upstairs to his dad and tell him about the star and...his wish. (apparently, Will thought the keep it to himself rule was dumb too) I followed behind him saying, "don't tell, don't tell" but it was too late. He told. Will's wish was that we would have enough time to go swimming today. If you remember from a few lines up, it's already night time at this point, but Josh being the great dad that he is couldn't let Will's wish not come true. So, he stopped working on his homework (which he has a ton of today) and took Will to the pool at 10:00pm. For your viewing pleasure, we present night swimming, with Will and daddy.

Thanks, Daddy!

Brotherly Love

To help lose the extra baby pounds, I've made a focused effort to play outside more with the boys. Will asked me to play soccer with him in the front yard. Thankfully, we have an abundance of TONKA trucks to set up goal markers. We had been playing for a while when Isaac decided to join us. Giggies took one goal, and Will manned the other. We rotated out who got to be the kicker, and when it came time for Will to be the leg man, this is what resulted...

Isaac pouting because he only wants to play with me and not with Will. To prevent Will from being able to play, he took both of his markers and put them together so Will didn't stand a chance of scoring on him. Clever, and mean.

It didn't stop Will from trying. You can imagine the hysterics that ensued as Will approached him with a full force kick. I swear that they do like each other most of the time, but they fight with the same passion they play with. All of it gives me a headache.

And for good measure, Ms. Josie.

Hello, Jo!

Icky Ticky

Dear Mother Tick,

We found your stinkin' kid today. Where you ask? Embedded in the head of my sweet little Isaac. I know what you are thinking that's impossible! Rick the Tick didn't leave the bush all day...so, it is you who is at fault.

Next you are going to tell me to keep my kid from traipsing through your bush. Maybe you have a point, but as punishment for Rick burrowing into the wrong kid, he will die a long slow painful death of suffocation by Ziploc bag.

Sincerely, Mrs. Brown

Gross.
He was very brave.
Note to parents: If you are washing your kids hair and think how the heck did they get a sunflower seed to stick in their hair like that?! Look closer. It is a tick. Gross.

Family Day

The Brown family had a full family Saturday. This is pretty commonplace for most families, but not for us. Our daddy is super busy, so it's rare that the day is spent doing fun things as a family. It was a great day. The kids did awesome all day, even the Josinator, and it ended with dinner out--everyone was happy :)

The 4th of July is upon us, and so is the ridiculously expensive Franklin City carnival. We let the kids go on a couple of rides each, and they loved every second.

Will riding some insanely fast ride that I was sure would give him the barfs...it didn't.
Isaac enjoying a little piece of Heaven.

Me and Gigs.

The cutest thing in the world.

Or maybe this is.