Blueberries
Joshua is having a blueberry phase right now. He can sit down and eat almost a whole pint of blueberries which is just what he did the other day. So, it is the next day and the conversation with daddy goes something like this:
Sam starts dancing around the room singing, blue boy butt, blueberry butt!
It's not highbrow entertainment, but it gets us through. Well, me and Sam. Matt is very clear that he will have none of this. Which somehow makes it that much funnier for the rest of us.
Joshua loves climbing the stairs. He will zip up them every chance he gets, and he is very good at climbing them.
Sam had a friend over, Timmy, age 3 and a half. She was so sweet to him. She told him jokes just right for a 3 and half year old and made sure to hold his hand when he needed to. She is so thoughtful. They had a serious conversation about her uncle who died in WWI (great uncle) and Tim's dad's dad who died a million months ago. Sam wanted to know if he was a soldier. Tim said yes, he was a soldier. Sam asked if they fought together in WWI and knew each other. I was thinking about laughing, but they were so serious and respectful of their topic that I was actually pretty impressed. Driving by graveyards lately can start some very interesting conversations with a five year old.
Sam had a hard day. She was not able to get past 3 hours without having knee pain, and making it to the four hour mark to get Motrin or Tylenol was very difficult. Several times she spent at least a half an hour crying and screaming. This was especially difficult when she woke up Joshua who didn't really appreciate getting woken up with shrieks of pain, so he joined in with his own shrieks of dismay. Being in a small car all together gave it a particularly loud crescendo. I feel shell shocked right now. Thank goodness for bed time.
Amy: Did you know that blueberries come out black after they pass through the intestinal tract?
Matt: I did not know that, nor did I really need to.
Amy: <giggle>
Amy: It also stains his little tuchas blue. Did you know that?
Matt: -insert patient and long suffering tone here- No, I didn't know that either.
Amy: Well, it does. We have a blueberry blue boy butt here.
Sam starts dancing around the room singing, blue boy butt, blueberry butt!
It's not highbrow entertainment, but it gets us through. Well, me and Sam. Matt is very clear that he will have none of this. Which somehow makes it that much funnier for the rest of us.
Joshua loves climbing the stairs. He will zip up them every chance he gets, and he is very good at climbing them.
Sam had a friend over, Timmy, age 3 and a half. She was so sweet to him. She told him jokes just right for a 3 and half year old and made sure to hold his hand when he needed to. She is so thoughtful. They had a serious conversation about her uncle who died in WWI (great uncle) and Tim's dad's dad who died a million months ago. Sam wanted to know if he was a soldier. Tim said yes, he was a soldier. Sam asked if they fought together in WWI and knew each other. I was thinking about laughing, but they were so serious and respectful of their topic that I was actually pretty impressed. Driving by graveyards lately can start some very interesting conversations with a five year old.
Sam had a hard day. She was not able to get past 3 hours without having knee pain, and making it to the four hour mark to get Motrin or Tylenol was very difficult. Several times she spent at least a half an hour crying and screaming. This was especially difficult when she woke up Joshua who didn't really appreciate getting woken up with shrieks of pain, so he joined in with his own shrieks of dismay. Being in a small car all together gave it a particularly loud crescendo. I feel shell shocked right now. Thank goodness for bed time.
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