And Salad!

A few days ago, I was asking James what kind of sandwich he would like- peanut butter or cheese? He very joyously proclaimed, "PEANUT BUTTER! And honey!.... And salad!!" I couldn't help but laugh. I don't think he'd enjoy that one. He continued, "I want salad, Mommy! It's green. And I love it" I knew he was asking for lettuce and told him we didn't have any on hand. But I'd get some and make him a ham sandwich when I could. He said, "Ok. I love salad."

Last night I made paninis. I made James a special ham one and put some "salad" on it. I gave it to him, telling him he got salad! "I don't want it... I don't like salad..." Yeah, that's what I thought. Brad had him take a few bites with the "salad" on it, then James opened it up and ate everything but the "salad". Ah, well. We tried. And he had been enthusiastic about it. Maybe next time.

How Old Are You?

Before Gavin turned two, we started teaching him to say he was "two". I think he agreed (yes, agreed, because he is opinionated) a few times. Then it became an argument.

Us: Gavin, how old are you?? Are you two??

Gavin: No! I not two! I EIGHT!

Us: No, Gav, you are two *hold up two fingers* see? You are this many... TWO!

Gavin: Nooo, I eiiiight!

I don't know why he chose the age eight, but it's still going strong. I asked him this morning how old he was and he responded, "I eight! And you four!" Ha, no.

Me: No, I'm twenty-eight!

Gavin: Yes, TWENTY-EIGHT!

He was very excited for me to be twenty-eight. He's got a while to go before his age is correct. 

Cold Night Sky

Last night I had to go drop something off at a friend's house. It was bath time, and James has been freaking out about taking baths, so I brought him with me. He is scared (for some reason) of the water coming out of the spout. He will scream/yell/shriek at us to, "Shut it off!! Daddy/Mommy, SHUT IT OFF!" with giant tears rolling down his face. Crazy. Our first legit fear. Moving on...

We walked to our friend's house and we had a talk about the bath and how we needed the water to come out of the spout so we can have our little baths. I tried my best for the almost-four-year old to get it, but he was too emotional still to comprehend it. We went inside and James started shedding his outside wear to get ready to play. I had told him we weren't staying and reminded him. Well, he didn't like that. So he was pretty emotional again. 

Luckily he calmed down a bit when I held him (he hardly ever gets me to hold him since the other littlies need it more- poor thing) on the way home. He was still a little upset and I was trying to think of something to get his spirits up. It was super chilly last night (winter is coooo-miiiing!) and we could see our breathe. A-ha! I started huffing and blowing air out and showing him how we can see our breathe when it's cold. He loved it. He was giggling and telling me to do it again. He tried, but he was laughing too hard to get anything good. We stopped by a lamp post to get a better view. Then we saw an airplane and its trail overhead. I showed it to him and he asked me where it was going. I said, "I don't know... where is it going? Hmm...". I thought for a clever answer when James pipes up and says, "An airport." Yes, clever boy, an airport is exactly right. 

Daylight Savings Nap

Around here, we are generally not affected by Daylight Savings. I don't know why, but we let the boys stay up one night and then they adapt and we have our schedule just fine. This time has been a little harder, for some reason. Maybe it's the whole three kids thing. We let them stay up, but surprisingly (and yet not surprisingly... I could almost feel it not working...) next morning at 6:30 (their normal 7:30 wake-up) the boys were up and about. Happy as if nothing had changed. But it had- time had literally changed. And I was tired (though I went to bed early because I was exhausted. I think I have a mental problem with seeing anything before '7' in the AM). We got through it and they woke up 20 minutes later today. On our way... on our way...

With this schedule change, we've had some tired boys on our hands. Gavin especially. Today, I don't know why, but I was tired. Tired. We had already finished a movie, but they boys were playing pretty well. I figured I could lie down on the couch and just rest and go unnoticed. Ha. Gavin quickly came over to inform me that "You not sleep, Mommy! Get up, Mommy!". Um, no. I asked him if he wanted to join me and he promptly got under the blanket with me. Still adament that I was not to sleep. If he caught me with my eyes closed, he tried to open them and say, "No, Mommy! No sleep. You not tired. I not tired.". A few minutes later, he had calmed down and I was drifting off. Then James, of course, such perfect timing, yelled from the bathroom that he needed my help. I look over, and Gavin was asleep. What??? I did not see that coming. I gently got up, helped James, and came back to cuddle for a bit more. James then said he needed to sleep with Mommy and Gavin and just laid on Gavin. Didn't phase him. One. Bit. After about a minute, and lots of  wiggling, James said, "Mommy, I'm awake." Yup, I know. So am I. 

Gavin got to rest for about an hour longer. Lucky guy. At least I got a little bit of snuggles with him- doesn't ever happen. Loved it.

I Don't Know, James

Right now we are watching The Avengers (i know... bad mommy...). One of James' favorite things to do is ask questions like, "Where's his mommy?" "Where's this or that?" and right now he was asking, "Where is Captain America?" Gavin keeps telling him, "I don't know, James. I don't know, James. I don't know James... where Captain America (which is more like Captn Merca)... is." Ah, so cute. Now they are naming all the heroes in the closing credits. Correcting each other, being more specific than the other one. Butchering their names all too cutely. I cannot believe the conversations these two can have. And how much James can translate Gavin. It's awesome. These boys are just awesome.