We got our Beagle yesterday! Welcome 'Scuse Me to the family!
Last night, Kellan frickin' locked the bathroom door and shut it. This would have been fine, of course, if someone had been in the bathroom to unlock it on their way out. But alas, no one was in said bathroom. I was so proud of myself (after getting hysterical of course) that I had the great idea to get a screwdriver, take the doorknob off and get the door open. Yay me 'cause it worked! Then later that night, the boys and I were in the bathroom and they locked the door. We were in the bathroom so that part was ok, but then I froze and wondered if maybe the doorknob would fall off and we would be trapped in there. Mom and Dad, if you don't hear from us for a while, just assume we're trapped in the bathroom... sigh...
Mom: I smell poop
Camden: I smell farm animals
Kellan: I smell water
I took the boys to the trampoline park today. They love this place. I would too, but the staff won't let me jump :(
They asked if they could go back to the trampoline park tomorrow. I told them we only go every once in a while, because it's a special treat for when they're really good. I added, if we went every day, it wouldn't be as exciting. Camden immediately deadpanned "yes it would". -then ganged up on me by adding "right, Kellan?" Kellan, of course, vigorously nodded his head and said "yea, Mom. It would be awesome"...
At the trampoline park, they have a really cool harness thing that lets you jump super high. Kellan loves this - Camden not so much. The staff have to weigh people before they can get on to know how many bands to use, and Kellan weighed in at 30lbs. As Kellan was jumping, the young kid running the machine asked me how old Kellan was. I said 4 1/2. The high school kid thought a minute and asked "4 1/2 years or 4 1/2 months". I honestly don't know if he was joking or not.
We picked Grammy and Granfy up from the airport this afternoon. (Oh thank God they're back home). As we were driving around the airport, the boys were so excited to see the planes coming in and taking off. After a moment of delicious silence, Camden mused, "I like this airport. It has lots of walls". Yes, Camden. I think people come to Sky Harbor for the walls.
We went to have lunch with Aunt Pammy after we got 'Scuse Me all settled in at home. As soon as we ordered, I asked an iPad engrossed Kellan if he was going to eat. (Starting the nagging early - I am). Kellan actually looked up from the iPad for a minute, and said that yes, he was going to eat. Then he glanced around the table and looked confused and told me "wait, I'll eat when my food gets here". Well played Cow, well played...
Driving home, the moon was on Kellan's side of the car (a thing the boys tend to fight about like I have any control on that one). Kellan announced "the moon's by me because it thinks I'm cute".
Kellan wisely explained to me that if airplanes were made of bricks, they wouldn't be hurt by lightning. After a minute of thinking (smoke coming out of his petite ears with that one), he said, "also, if airplanes were made of bricks, a wolf couldn't blow it down"...
When I picked Camden up from school he was cracking up. He was laughing so hard he couldn't get out what was so funny to even tell me. I started laughing so hard there were tears streaming down my face - and I didn't even know why I was laughing. Finally, after 23 deep calming breaths, Camden told me they were playing four corners at school. The game where all the kids choose a corner of the classroom and the kid in the middle has his eyes closed and calls out a 1,2,3 or 4. Whatever number is called, the kids in that corner are 'out'. Camden said he was so excited and nervous when he picked his corner. He didn't want to be 'out'. He got so happily worked up that he shot a huge duck. Poor kids that picked that corner to be in...
We were practicing baseball with Camden. He's so competitive and can't stand to lose, so we basically weren't teaching baseball, but rather how to be a good sport. I started talking about softball and Camden vigorously and adamantly decided he would much rather play softball than baseball. This went on for several minutes with me telling him he shouldn't probably join a baseball team and him getting ridiculously angry. Finally, I realized he thought softball meant the ball was 'soft'. Once we explained that to him, he didn't care what kind of ball he played, he just wanted to always win.
Also while playing baseball, I noticed Camden was throwing with his right hand. He's left handed, so I asked him if he'd rather throw with that hand. He knowing told me, "No, this is my good hand so I'm saving it". Hopefully he'll sign a millions of dollars pro sport contract and 'saving' his good arm is worth it.
I bought the boys a few cheap outside toys, and put them in a gift bag. I had the bag on the counter, and when we got home, that's right where they zoned in. I told them if they are really good, we can see what's in the goodie bag. Kellan could not stand the fact that he couldn't look in the bag right that minute. Every time he walked by the counter, he said "MOM! Can we PLEASE see what's in the goooooooooodie bag?"
Camden and I were having a snowball fight with balled up pieces of paper. The rules of this snowball fight (I didn't know this required rules, but I guess Camden's version does) vary. I did pick up on the fact that the 'rules' of this game changed according to how Camden's snowball flew. Out of nowhere, Camden threw a fit and said "I want to play snowball fight!!!". I looked around, wondered if I was missing something. I thought we were having a snowball fight.?
It cracks me up because about 75% of the time Kellan says something, he laughs like "what the heck did I just say?". We passed WalMart and saw a fire truck out front. Well, I should be clear and say Kellan saw the fire truck. Kellan can spot those things miles away. Kellan informed me that the fire truck was there to get groceries. Then he laughed and said "groceries?!". Fire trucks don't need groceries! Dimples galore after that one.
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