This week we’ve had ear infections, pink eye and strep throat at our house and with that comes a lot of medicine and a lot more medicine droppers that we will never use to administer it.  (I’m sure I’m not the only one with a medicine closet full of those)  Mr. President got a little child size syringe with his medicine that we are not using and so I told Go Go they could use it to play doctor with like it was a shot.  He gleefully said, “Cool, we can use it as a gun!”  Sigh.  Such is a boy.

Then a few minutes later Blue Jeans came down stairs in his frog shirt with a baseball hat on, clutching his blue blanket, a teddy bear, a toy snake and a sword.  Such is a boy.

And while we’re on the subject of guns, as I write this, Mr. President (home from school and “deathly ill” with strep throat) started shooting his dart gun suction darts at my front living room window.  Let me tell you the story about dart guns and that window.  The dart guns were a gift from Santa.  The darts, which they used to cover my front window with for about 2 weeks straight, left nice little circular spots on the window which we’ll just say doesn’t add to the ambiance of the room.  Between pregnancy and the fact that this is a rental, I’ve been lazy and haven’t cleaned off the dart marks until just last week.  Can someone PLEASE tell me (because Mr. President can’t, I already asked him) WHY he had to wait to shoot the window again until now that it’s been cleaned?  The window sat perfectly unmolested from January until now with dart marks galore.  And now, NOW that I have clean windows again, they decide to shoot at them.  Can someone please explain this to me?  I really don’t get it! 
I know, I know…
Such is a boy.

Go Go LOVES Legos.  He can build the most amazing things.  Whenever one of our very detailed Star Wars Lego ships breaks (which is just about every day) he puts it back together without the directions!  Here’s something fun he did the other day.

I should also add that you know you’re a mother of boys when 1. you can’t walk two feet in your house without stepping on or seeing a Lego and 2. you spend a good portion of every day listening to someone regale you with the ins and outs and abilities of the latest ship/machine/car he built with Legos.  These explanations can last up to 3 minutes sometimes.  It tests the bounds of parental interest, trust me.

I am giving a baby shower here at our home in a few days and have my work cut out for me trying to get rid of the stains on this white rental home carpet we live on. So just to add a little more spice to my life, this morning Blue Jeans got a hold of the 409 spray and decided to “help” by spraying, soaking actually, my two nice living room chairs. Soaked the cushions through and sprayed the green spray (I never knew it was green until this morning when it showed up on my carpet) all over the living room floor. Now my house smells like 409, and when my guests sit on the chairs their rear ends will smell like 409. Yes, 409 is a dangerous substance, that fits very nicely in BJ’s ever expanding repertoire of ways to kill himself, but Blue Jeans was in more danger from his mother this morning then anything else.

Upon coming home from school and being asked to do his chores Go Go said, “Mom, I’m just too tired from school and I can’t do them. Can you do them for me?” Kindergarten is indeed a killer.

Blue Jeans refuses to walk down the stairs without a parent if he’s going down at the same time. “Yait, Mom! Yait!” Next to “Chewbacca” it’s my favorite thing he says.

The Lost Tooth count is up to 5 for Mr. President


2 for Go Go

Zero (thank goodness-though I’m not holding my breath) for Blue Jeans who wanted his picture taken too.

In other news, Go Go started T-ball. He’s on the Yankees team and though his father cries into his pillow every night that his boys are becoming baseball fans instead of soccer fans, it is nevertheless true. Out here this close to New York, boys are born knowing how to throw a baseball. The difference between Mr. President’s T-ball team in Duvall of Microsofty offspring and Go Go’s team here in Jersey is striking–no pun intended! These kids start off knowing which way to run the bases, how to throw the ball to first base and even how to catch the ball! The same could not be said for our little Duvall league.

Move over Derek Jeter…..

Mr. President got to have his Half Birthday Date into the city with Mom and Dad a few weeks ago. He chose the Times Square Toys R Us too. (No boy with a brain in his head would miss a chance at a cheap toy!) And lucky for us, our terrorist friend from Pakistan decided to wait two weeks before trying to blow up Times Square. I’m trying not to think about it too much.

That’s what’s new with us!