Weekend Funnies

Yesterday was Hewitt's very first soccer game. Three is a fairly young age for soccer; the uniform fit more like a dress and Hewitt and his buddies were more interested in rolling in the grass and wrestling with each other than chasing the ball. He had a good time and got some energy out at least.


When Rob went up to check on the boys after they had gone to bed last night, Hewitt's door was shut with the light on. He opened the door expecting to catch him playing with toys but found him sound asleep in the middle of the floor surrounded by his toys (I would love to watch this process on hidden camera. There was a car in his hand, so I can only imagine that he was busy playing and then thought, "Man, I'm tired, I think I'll just rest on the floor here for just a minute...").

I got laughing very hard on my way into church this morning. We were slightly late (Tosh seems to know exactly when I am heading out the door likes to poo at that very moment) and as we entered the chapel I noticed that Hewitt was carrying the turkey baster. OK then. He got a few things stuck inside it during the meeting and at one point the bulb end went flying off during a hymn (no worries though, it only made contact with the floor and of course Hewitt went crawling under the pews to retrieve it).

Tosh was so exhausted from entertaining the masses during Sunday School and Relief Society that when we got home he fell asleep in his high chair while I was feeding him butternut squash.



Burke approached me this afternoon and said, "Mom, I really need you to do a huge favor for me; I need you to do the laundry because the laundry pile is three feet tall." I'll get on that one tomorrow (not really three feet just for the record).

We all got a big laugh this evening when we were standing in the kitchen and Tosh suddenly walked from our family room couch to the desk in our kitchen (about 10-12 steps). It was just so sudden and unexpected!

Boy Trapped

Boy trapped - "kindergarten" for when a girl is sitting/standing between two boys.

Needless to say, at any given time and on any day of the week I am usually "boy trapped." This past Sunday I happened to be sitting between my husband and my cousin Bob during church (our boys were scattered among us and Rob and I took turns taking the baby out). I haven't seen Bob for a few years and he was in town for a mission farewell (my other cousin's son). Bob is several years older than me (in fact his oldest child is only two years younger than me) and has five granddaughters. Following the meeting, Bob commented that my little boys are much more active than his little granddaughters. I get lots of comments like this. Sometimes I am surprised by these comments (meaning my first thought is "Hmm, I actually didn't think my kids were that bad today..."). Obviously I don't have little girls so I guess I am used to how my boys act and find the constant movement pretty normal. Also, as long as there is no yelling, crying, fighting, hitting, or throwing during church (yes, Hewitt on occasion has thrown both cars and crayons that have hit poor, unsuspecting Saints on neighboring pews) then it feels like a big success to me. Burke was sitting between his grandparents during the meeting and I am told that at one point he leaned over to my mom and asked, "So Grandma, where are you in your personal scripture study? I am in Mosiah." Let me interrupt myself here to say that when I first started this blog I assumed that it would end up being oh, about 75% funny things that Burke says. My oldest brother (are you out there by the way? I keep referring to you) actually keeps a file on his computer of the funny things that Burke says and does. On Sunday evening we were with my in-laws at a Stake fireside where we saw Burke's first kindergarten teacher (she had his class for about a month and still subs for the current teacher). She told my mother-in-law that Burke is the most observant kindergartner she has probably ever had and that once as she was leaving the classroom Burke yelled, "Bye! Have fun driving home in your Honda Accord!" Burke certainly makes us laugh and keeps us on our toes with his many questions. As of late I am finding his sometimes not-so-cute behavior to be pretty funny as well and it is a struggle to hide my laughter. Last night was a particularly rough dinner; all three boys were being very difficult and not cooperating. At one point I said something to Burke like, "There will be nothing else to eat (he wanted a cookie) until you have finished your dinner, period." His sassy reply was, "Period you!" Rob was there to handle this one but we later laughed in private about how Burke hasn't really learned how to sass us very well yet, but he is certainly trying. He has also started stomping around the house and can bring his knees up so high that I swear it could rival the best marching band in the nation. This of course makes me laugh because it reminds me of ME (what? you ask)! Well, my allotted computer time has ceased and it is now time to boy-trap myself for a good read with the kids.

Elephant in the bed

Each of my children has a stuffed animal (all in fact from Pottery Barn) that they have slept with and have treasured since they were babies. Burke (my oldest) still likes "Dog" in his bed at night even though it isn't a necessity anymore. Hewitt (my three-year-old) has managed to lose one "Hippo" and the other two (yes, we've purchased three hippos) are so worn from being loved near death. Tosh (our baby) just got his very own "Bear" and is starting to take to it although he doesn't need anything (including binky) to help him get to sleep for which I am grateful.

When I changed the bedding on Tosh's crib today, Hewitt noticed "Bear" and said, "Tosh has Bear, Burkie has Dog, Hewitt has Hippo and Daddy has elephant!" My first response was to want to ask, "Elephant? what are you talking about? Daddy only sleeps with mommy." That's when it hit me...could he be referring to me?