Saturday Morning...

I woke up yesterday, to the sound of tiny feet toddling into my room.

"Momma, Momma, det out"

I peek out from under the covers...

"Det dessed"-a set of little hands grab my jeans (and nothing else) and thrusts them into my, now extended and still kind of tingly hand.  Then more toddling-around to the other side of the bed-it's easier to climb up from that side-that's the usual climbing side.

"Me help" he says as he tries to pull the comforter off my snuggled body.  Then he's confused when he finds a layer of BOTH blanket and sheet under the comforter...he doesn't use blankets on his own bed yet...much to my dismay.

"Me hold you" (which really means I want YOU to hold ME).  
"Det out.  Me help"  

That's when I get up...who can resist that?

I promised Quarter-pint cinnamon rolls for breakfast...and he came into the kitchen as the rolls were baking.  He scrunched up his face and said:

"Man, you make smelly cinnamon rolls!  They smell really good."


Peewee-pint, watching the rolls bake, excitedly piped in:

"Cimm rolls smell yum!  So yum me!!!"

Then, after enjoying the good smelling "cimm rolls" we were off to Half-pint's last basketball game of the season (they won, which always makes the season-end celebration more fun!), and after the game, he and I had pizza with the team.

Random Photos...

I know I am WAY behind on posting...it's been a CRAZY few months at our house...but here's a preview of what's coming to blogland:

And this is what I find when the kids get ahold of my phone...

And these are just the "good" ones.

Porcupine Head...

Porcupine Head???

Who Me???

HA!

...At least, that's what Daddy and Half-pint have started calling Quarter-pint recently...

The First Day of School...

The boys (yes, plural) started school mid-August.  Half-pint began 2nd grade, and Quarter-pint is a kindie!  

(No Quarter-pint-that's the wrong way!)

The school requested the parents escort new kindergartners into the classroom on the first day of school.  I knew parking would be a nightmare, so I offered to walk the boys all the way...they were ecstatic, so the 3 of us all loaded the "two seater" stroller with kids and backpacks and off we went!  It's over a mile to school, so we allowed extra time and I was glad (and prepared) to have the big stroller-Quarter-pint requested to ride a couple of times.  

When we got to school, seasoned Half-pint marched into the building through the designated 2nd Grade door and he was off...I made him come back to give me a hug before I left him disappear into the bowels of the building.  Then, Quarter-pint, Peewee-pint and I headed in through the front doors and into the mayhem of the first day of kindergarten.  

Quarter-pint was a little nervous and apprehensive, but he did great!  The teacher had the kiddos find their hook / cubby and hang up backpacks then find their name on one of the tables...meet new friends, don name tags and then all head to the alphabet rug for a story.  When the story was finished, the parents were kindly told to leave and the kids officially began school.  

I got a little weepy thinking about Quarter-pint being at school and not home with me (but who am I kidding---he was gone more last year between his 2 different preschools than he will be this year), but held it together in front of him.  By the time I got outside, I was totally distracted with Peewee-pint's refusal to get back into the stroller and then by visiting with friends and neighbors to actually cry.  We finished our walk for exercise on the way home and turned around about 2 hours later to pick Quarter-pint up.  

Quarter-pint was really excited to start riding the bus on the second day of school.  Riding the bus alone was harder for me when Half-pint began school; but this time around, I didn't think twice about Quarter-pint's first bus ride.   I knew he had his older brother to look out for him.  Half-pint has already missed a few days because of a concussion, and Quarter-pint has been anxious to make it to the bus stop on time...he's fine on the bus by himself.  What a big kid!

With a few weeks under their belts, both boys are comfortable and happy at school.  They are enjoying all the "specials" (ie p.e., technology, music and art) along with recess, book buddies and library day.  Half-pint is loving math and Quarter-pint has been focused on colors.  Book orders and school fundraisers have already begun.  Everyone is settled back into the routine...now we just need to weather to cool down a little bit so it begins to feel like fall.

Peewee-Pint Discovers Sidewalk Chalk...

Peewee-pint discovered the creativity of sidewalk chalk this afternoon.  He spent a good half-hour or more (which for someone his size is an amazing amount of time on one thing!!!) outside exploring with color and lines.  He roamed the entire driveway-marking his territory the entire way and covering himself-clothes and skin in the process.  It was fun for both of us!

Haircuts...

All the boys got their hair cut today!

Half-pint Lies and Steals...

Tonight, as Half-pint was in time-out on the stairs instead of being in bed, he says to me


"Mom, I have $300, I have $350!"
"When did you get $300???" I was fully aware of the roughly $50 in his possession stashed around his room (mostly in small change and a few dollar bills).


"I'll show you Mom, it's right here..."


Then he quickly disappears into his bedroom and reemerges just as quickly with a little leather change purse.


"That's not big enough for $300" I tell him.
"Look, they say $100 and I have 3 of them."


It was dark on the stairs as I tried to examine the coins he handed me...I knew they didn't look familiar and I had no idea where he had gotten them.


"Where did you get these?"


I knew something was fishy when he started stalling...


"Who did you get these from?"
"Umm..."
"Who did you steal these from???"


Despite his best efforts, his face collapses into a guilty grin...


"From the neighbor boy you had over the other day?"
"No, I found them on our hike this morning, on the side of the trail..."
"You didn't have pockets"
"I picked them up while we were waiting for you (and Quarter-pint) and put them in my pack..."


I'm not buying his story at all, and it's just about this time that I recognize the coins for what they really are...


"You stole these from Dad's car!"
"Yes!" He can barely get the word out because of the laughing that's just begun in earnest.
"These aren't money...these are car wash tokens..."


Now we're both laughing...pretty hard.


"Oh... (laughing)...I thought I was RICH!!!...(more laughing) don't tell Dad...."  


We both disintegrated into giggles until Dad heard us and finally sent Half-pint to bed.

I was looking at the one in Spanish---in the dim light---no wonder it took me so long to figure out what it was!