Informs you, in between bites of sandwich, that he goes pee-pee in houseplants instead of in the toilet. You go upstairs to investigate. The plant, which you always forget to water, is flourishing, and the soil is damp. You call the husband to make sure that he did not water the plant. He says, "What plant?"
The Boy...
Stands in the kitchen, pajama top still on, naked from the waist down. You say, "Owen, let's get your pants and underwear on."
He replies, "Not yet, Mommy, I'm still touching my pee-pee." (This is the entry Owen will point to when he enters therapy).
The Boy...
Really misses Grandma and Grandpa's house. Especially their front-loading washer. Owen will sit in front of it, using a stool as a chair. He'll watch the water slosh and the clothing toss. It's better than any movie. He loves it so much that he pulls rugs off the floor and towels from the racks to create more laundry. This gets old very quickly.
The Other Boy...
Has discovered the insane joyousness of Cheerios. You place some Cheerios on the high chair tray, and then sit back and watch Joel scarf them down, stopping periodically to smile at the awesomeness.
Owen has now rediscovered Cheerios, and because Joel eats them, they are The Coolest Things Ever.
Boys....
Are great. Matching monkey jammies? Wrestling? (By the way, they don't look alike at all, do they? Owen is mini-me, Joel is mini-Paul).
3 comments:
Not to be sexist, but the thing you forgot to mention in your photo is the child proof locks on the cabinet in the background. I had friends with daughters who left valuable glass objects on the COFFEE TABLE! I tried to keep reminding myself that inquisitiveness was a good thing for future careers....so I got one kid who bangs on things and another that climbs on bridge supports and they get paid for it!
I seriously just peed in my pants from laughing so hard (having twins will do that to your bladder). I love little boys!
Love, love, love the picture with the matching monkey jammies. Priceless!
Jen
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