Potty mouth Mommy

The boys got a Sandman toy from McDonald's on Friday night. By Saturday evening, the boys had left them out downstairs, much to the chagrin of Mommy. She instructed them,

"Get your balls and little thingies upstairs."

Nice talk sailor-mouth.

New Steelers Fan

We let Luke stay up late tonight to watch the Steelers game with me tonight. I remembered part of my Sunday School lesson was to appreciate your children when they are young and how they want your love and attention - because it will go away someday.

So I decided to grin and bear it as Luke, aka the Chatty Choo Choo, watched football with me. It reminds me of George Constanza looking for work...

"You know how I make all those interesting comments during the games? Maybe I could be a sports commentator"

Here are a few excerpts...

"How many points does your team have now?" - this was asked after every play for the first 15 minutes or so.

"It would be weird if apples were square"

"If I were playing, I'd just run around those guys and take the ball away"

"I'd take their helmet off and hit them with it"
"You can't do that"
"Then I'd punch them in the stomach"
"You can't do that either"

"I wish I could eat my apple so it was in the shape of Texas"

After the other team scored a touchdown...
"Hey they have 7 points - just like the number on your shirt"
"Grrrr"

"What if all those guys fell on top of him, that would be funny" - which then is acted out

"What if they score 199 points?"

The game started at 5:30. I got home from Dave Ramsey Financial Peace at 6:40. Watching the 1st half with Luke, fast-forwarding through commercials, I finished the 1st 30 minutes of game time at 8:53. That's right, 135 minutes to watch 30 minutes of football and listen to 99 comments.

Gottta love kids.

Isaac's Cleaning Service

Recently, we've begun working on helping the boys understand the value of money. We've given each of them 3 chores worth 25 cents apiece. Most days they manage to pocket 1 or 2 coins.

Each of them have the chore of cleaning their own rooms. But we also made the rule that if Mommy or Daddy clean their rooms, we've done their chore and they owe us the 25 cents.

Last week, I told Isaac it was time to clean his room. To my surprise he quickly went to his room.

"This is working great," as I patted myself on the back for our ingenious plan.

Moments later, Isaac came to me and handed me a quarter.

"You clean it."

I don't know how he pulled this off, but I now get paid to clean his room with money I gave him in the first place.

Red Hariy Prophet

Isaac woke up early on Tuesday morning and told me of his eerie dream. He told me that he was playing on the fort when I came outside and told him,

I'm not going to be your Daddy anymore, Jesus will be your new Daddy

Then he told me I flew up to the clouds. Creepy.