September 8th, 2015

The Monkey and Cow woke up 5 minutes ago, and I already have 2 years worth of material for the blog...

The boys know they can't get up from the table during meals. They both tend to get up a few times. I always give them the Mom look, and exasperatedly say "what are you doing up from the table?!?!". Camden always (and I should know this is coming) grabs me and says, "I just wanted to give you a hug, Mom". And bats his eyelashes. Kellan has now picked up on this trick. Way to increase my Mom guilt boys...

Poor Cow threw up at school today and is home with me. He does keep asking if Camden knows he gets to stay home and Camden has to be at school. Hmmm...

Getting ready to leave Grammy and Granfy's, I went out to load up the car. All of the sudden, there was Kellan by the car. He had walked out the door and across the driveway by himself. I was SO scared and mad that he had done that. I picked him up and was explaining to him how dangerous that was and never ever to do it again. While I was lecturing him, he yelled "look Walmart!". There was someone hiking next to us with a Walmart vest on. I was so mad! Grammy did laugh. I wouldn't let Kellan watch his iPad that night so I hope he learned his lesson. He was sobbing that he couldn't watch his iPad. First words out of his mouth this morning were "I did not walk out of the house by myself today, so I can watch my iPad tonight"...

In the car on the way home, I kept lecturing Kellan on what he had done wrong. I asked Kellan to tell me what he had done wrong so I knew that he knew exactly what he was in trouble for. He did repeat what he had done wrong, but also added that he shouldn't walk on the Sun either because it's really hot. He also adamantly added, "I also shouldn't walk backwards on a mountain by myself because I could run in to a cactus and that would be really porky". I can't win...

When I was younger, my Nana Taylor thought I was a genius- of course. She was a school teacher, so she decided to give me an IQ test. I knew the answers, but was dying to find out what would happen if I got a question wrong. So I answered incorrectly on purpose. Nana knew I had done that.
Flash 30 some years later. Camden is doing some online homework and getting them all right - of course. He asked me what would happen if he got one wrong. I said, you probably won't, but I think it might give you a red mark. I could see the wheels turning. He has to be perfect, but he has to know what would happen here as well. He marked a question wrong and then turned to me with his eyelashes nearly hitting me in the face before he hit submit. I just looked at him and tried my hardest to keep my face neutral to let him make his own decision. He pondered just for a moment, changed the answer to the correct one, and I let out a sigh of relief. Then honestly, the whole time he's been doing his online homework, I'm dying to see what it would do if he got one wrong!!! Life really does come full circle.

Kellan looked out to the backyard and exclaimed, "it's SO muddy out there!". I sarcastically said, "I wonder why". He looked at me and said "don't you remember, Mom? We were spraying the hose in every dirt spot making tons of mud!"

We were playing on the Church playground and it looked like the boys were driving a ship. At the steering wheel, Camden yelled "Aye Aye Matey!". Not to be outdone, Kellan yelled "Army 80!"

At this playground, I got the great idea to climb up and go down the slide. I smiled at the boys and said "Look! Mom's going to go down the slide!" Camden grinned slyly at me and said "Don't be too fat!"

When I use Siri to text, it changes Kellan's name to "Calendar" and Camden's to "Calen". I'm heading down to change their name on their birth certificates tomorrow. That will just be easier...

I was going # 1 (I swear) and Kellan was in there. He looked at me quizzically and asked if I had a 'cicada'. I said "Huh?". He replied, "You know, where your pee comes out of". Yes Kellan, it is a cicada. We'll leave it at that...

Kellan was petting a porcelain chicken at Grammy's house. I know that sounds weird that she would have that as a decoration, but her house is actually gorgeous! Anywho, I was keeping an eye on Kellan doing this, and he was petting the chicken very gently. He looked at me and said "I know it's not a real chicken". He then thought a minute and asked "But can the chicken feel me rubba-ing it?"

When I went to pick Camden up from school today, the teacher said he wasn't there. Luckily, before I had time to start breathling into a brown paper bag from hyperventilating, she added "He's not here because he's so cute I ate him for lunch". I'll admit, I did keep an eye on her until I saw my monkey emerge un-bitten from the school...