random little things.

First... 3 posts in three days!!! Go, Chrissy, Go! Must try to make some pre-post ones for the 6 months when I enter the haze of new baby.

Second.. following yesterdays post I found this and it cracked me right up. Especially the part about the little messy lunatics. That pretty much sums up everything. As does competition. Getting them dressed usually happens to "who can find their socks first??" and it works. Go me!

Third... boys are strange wonderful little creatures. But why oh why oh WHY is everything more fun naked??? We brought out the water table today. And I left the big 2 outside while I put Charlie for a much-needed nap. And in the 3.5 minutes it took to do that I came outside to see 2 very naked boys scrubbing themselves with the freezing cold water. Yelling "scrubby scrubby scrubby!!" sigh. It seems that my frequent "penises belong inside pants and it's important that we don't share them with the neighbourhood" talks have yet to sink in.  Do little girls have the same affinity for being naked?

Good jokes

Alpha is into trying to tell jokes right now. And Bravo is into copying anything Alpha does. Which makes for some pretty funny meal time conversations.

A-“knock Knock”

Me- “Who’s there?”

B- “Water Alpha!”

A- “No, knock knock”

Matt- “who’s there?”

A-“water”

Matt- “water who?”

B- “water Bravo!”

Me- “Bravo, let your brother tell the joke.”

B- “water Charlie!”

Matt- “not that brother, your other brother.”

A- “water new baby!”

Me-“you can’t water the new baby, it’s in my belly.”

B-“knock knock”

Me- “who’s there?”

B-“water new baby, Alpha, Bravo!”

A- “knock knock”

Matt- “Who’s there”               B-(at the same time as Alpha now dividing the conversation at the table

                                                         into 2 sets of crazy) “knock knock”

A- “Water”                              me- “who’s there?”

Matt-”water who?”               b- “water Alpha!”

A- “knock knock”                   me- “that’s a good joke.”

Matt- “who’s there?”            B-“knock knock”

A- “Water.”                             Me- “who’s there?”

Matt- “water who?”              B-“blahfgehbackaghwhacthshgjgyusa”

A- “Water banana!”               me-“that makes no sense. Eat your fish.”

A- “Mom, how does the joke go?”

B- “knock knock poop!”

Sigh. Everything always comes back to poop.

After about ½ an hour of this same ridiculous conversation in which bravo (while declaring repeatedly that he does not like fish) ate about ¾ of a salmon fillet to himself and Alpha (while declaring repeatedly that he does not like rice and wasn’t hungry) ate very little, and Charlie went between laughing at his crazy brothers and flinging little bits of rice, salmon, and peppers all over the floor, the 2 jokes finally did come out in more or less the right order.

Knock knock

Who’s there?

Water

Water who?

Water you doing???

Knock knock

Who’s there

Banana

Banana who

Knock knock

Who’s there

Banana

Banana who

Knock knock

Who’s there

Orange

Orange who?

Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?

But at the end of the day it all came back to one joke.

Knock knock.

Poop.

I love my boys.

a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.i.j.k…….

l.m.n.o.POO!

Did you know that’s how the alphabet goes?? Ask Alpha or Bravo, they’ll tell you. Over and over and over. And shockingly it was Bravo who came up with this clever little gem, NOT Alpha.

We were sitting at the supper table having a normal conversation (well, as normal of a conversation as you can have with a 2.5  and a 4 yr old boy) and we were talking about what they should take for alphabet show & tell at nursery school. Bravo said he wanted to wear pajamas for show and tell, and I told him he had to wait until P day.

Do you see where this is headed?

“No, poo day!” ugh. Bravo, not THAT kind of p. Which led into a discussion about pee vs. pea vs. p. Which Bravo promptly ignored and then just started talking more about Poo Day. And L M N O Poo. And poo soup. And poo pancakes. And poo cake.

At that point Alpha joined in the fun and all I heard about for the remainder of the day was various words connected with the word “poo.”

And you know what Charlie was doing during this charming little supper? Killing himself laughing at his brothers.

Sigh. Welcome to your life, Chrissy. Want a poo pancake?