August 14th, 2015

Had a fun day with Grammy and Granfy today! (At least WE thought so!).

Yesterday I told the boys I had a surprise for them. Kellan absolutely jumped for joy and asked "is it the dentist?!?!".

I realized that I mainly talk in the third person when talking to the boys. For example, uh gee, just off the top of my head "Mom said stop doing that!" "Mom said eat that!", etc.
I was talking like this to Kellan for about 10 minutes. "Mom said to pick up your toys!". "Mom said to pick them up now!". Finally, "KELLAN! Why aren't you listening to Mom?!" He looked at me lazily and said "Oh. I thought you were talking about a different Mom"...

We were all at the playground at the 'mallf' as Kellan calls it. The boys were having a blast. Dimples in full effect. Kellan came running up to me excitedly and explained that I was Team Oomi Zoomi, and whenever he yelled for help, I had to come save him. I agreed, but mind you, I'm 37 and have the short term memory span of a goldfish. A few minutes later Kellan yelled "Help! Help!" from across the playground. I looked at him and he wasn't in a dangerous situation, he wasn't at the top of a slide or anything, and this is coming from someone so high anxiety, I would have leaped across the room if a feather was floating dangerously near one of my son's heads. So I said "Kellan, you can do this. You don't need help." He was so (darn) persistent in yelling for help, that I finally ran (sauntered) over there. He looked at me with his earnest blue eyes and reminded me the one job I had of being Oomi Zoomi was to help when someone called for help... sigh...

Kellan asked Camden and I where the sun goes at night time. We both explained where it went, but he was really asking the question so he could tell us the answer. Once we got through all the science 'crap', he said "you're both wrong! It goes to my iPad!"...

Conversation at Super Cuts this afternoon;
Hair Dresser: Kellan, have you had a hair cut before?
Kellan: No
Hair Dresser: Yes you have! I've cut your hair!
Kellan: No I don't like pizza but I like Mac 'n' Cheese
Mom: Slowly blacking away to read a People magazine from 1972

The boys absolutely love going to the pet shop to look at puppies. In every cage that had poop Kellan laughed and yelled as loudly as he could - "POOP!". After we left the store, I realized that Camden and I were there to look at puppies, and Kellan must have been along for the ride to loo for poop. Seems about right...

Camden loves taking my phone and texting Grammy and Granfy. We were in the car and I kept asking him if Grammy had texted him back. I wanted to make sure she wasn't on the phone and being bothered from the constant texts. (See? I can be thoughtful at times!). Camden finally exclaimed excitedly. "I can see the three dots! That means Grammy's writing me back!". How does he know that when I just figured that out yesterday? OK OK, I finally knew what the three dots meant when my 5 1/2 year old told me. I swear I have a college degree, but I can't be blamed. We were still using abacuses at that point...

In the car with Grammy and Kellan, someone burped really loudly. I said it was Grammy and Grammy said it was me. Kellan asked each of us if we had done it. Then he asked "did I do it?!"... (It was Grammy by the way bwa a a) My blog - my rules :)