The Latest Art

Jonathan has become quite enamored with drawing as of late.  I think it is because he is finding he has an increasing ability to draw recognizable items.  He is also very interested in writing about them or having me help him write about them.  One piece of art, that didn't get photographed before water was spilled on it, had a monster truck drawn with the words, "our pet that is a hermit crab likes monster trucks." Anyone else's pet hermit crabs like monster trucks?

One self portrait (left), and one portrait of me... hence the "MOM" written on the top corner.  I asked about what happened to my arm.  To which he replied: "it's just kind of weird, Mom.  Next time I'll make your hand look not so big."   There is also a blueberry, papaya, and something else in my stomach.

A mutant camel... with 3 humps.  Jonathan had a little help from Caleb with the coloring.  Caleb has started to request certain things be drawn by Jonathan so he can color them.

Date Night #2

Rewind six months to the request by Jonathan for a "family date night" and the subsequent outing.  Back to now: family date night #2.  It was a repeat of the first one in many ways because we weren't especially creative this time, and last time was such a wonderful success.

Battle

After thirty minutes of battle in regards to pooping on the toilet, Caleb informed me: "I'm just going to poop in the bath."  Oh, my boy.  I love him and want to scream all in the same moment.

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Attempt #2.  Much better success with the ballgame this time, but I think it might have been due to Bruce and Sam's presence (Jamie's cousins).  And, the fact that Bruce loves to get treats... cotton candy, carmel corn... What boys wouldn't love lots of attention from three men and lots of treats?

Before they left for the game, Jonathan and Caleb were arguing about who liked Bruce more.  They did manage to agree that they could both like him.

Same Kind of Different As Me.

Read this book: Same Kind of Different As Me.

The end.

"Business" for Caleb

After our year of chaos, the time has come to potty train the young one.  I didn't speak to one mother or father who thought that potty training would be a good idea in the midst of boxes and all of our moving... so, here we are, settled in this new place.  Ready to potty train Caleb.  So far, not so bad.  I have rather low expectations so maybe that is why I am pleasantly surprised.  He is a rather spirited one in a way completely different from his brother so I had no idea how things would go.

Grassy

We had our first pet.  Grassy, the grasshopper, was welcomed into our home on Saturday after his bad luck of landing on Jonathan's bike.  He was quickly captured by two very curious boys and put in a bucket.  Soon, he was in a tank we had previously used for tadpoles and had been given the name of "Grassy".  The boys had the best time with Grassy.  They put him in the trailer of the John Tractor and took him for a walk (while in the tank), they fed him grass, they talked to him.  After a bit of prodding and talk of Grassy's poor chances of survival in a tank, the boys took him to a local park and let him go.

We are going to get some hermit crabs this week.  Pets in tanks with no fur that require minimal food are our speed at the moment.