videos of the kids

The other morning the boys were playing and the camera was nearby, so I got some video of playdoh fun and Sam's skills with Jon's magnet book. He doesn't know all of his letters, but he's really good at matching the magnets in the book and he's always quite proud of himself! :) Enjoy!

Easter Egg Hunt Pics

the kids listening to the Easter story



Sam was leaning on Jon...it was really sweet until Jon shoved him away!



Jon's ready to begin the egg hunt--he was determined to "win"!



Sam getting ready to begin the hunt


finding his favorite color eggs--yellow!



last one!

Jon says...

A couple weeks ago, we had fun at our neighbors' house and before we left they gave us some doughnuts. Jon and Sam split one. When Jon got to his last bite, he handed it to me and said, "that doughnut is just too big for my tummy, Mommy!" For days afterwards, anytime he was full, he would say, "I'm still full from that big doughnut, mom."

Saturday, I had gone upstairs and I hear from downstairs:
J: "utoh, Mom...utoh!"
Me: "what's the matter, bud?"
J: "I got my shirt and pants all wet!"
Me: "how'd you do that?"
J: "oh, man..."
silence as he comes to me. he arrives upstairs, completely naked.
J: "mom, I excused me'd and got my clothes all wet!"
Me: "you what?"
J: "I excused me'd all over my shirt and pants!"
Me: "you excused me'd? did you have gas?"
J: "no. I excused me'd out of my mouth and a little spit up came out. It was kind of funny, mommy."
(this was followed by questions about how he was feeling and apparently the spitting up was random. he's been healthy since)

An hour or so later after the excuse me incident, we had this conversation:
Me: "Hey, Jon, how's your tummy feeling?"
J: "Good! Mommy, that doughnut is finally gone!"
so random...

Pete took Jon and Sam fishing a few weeks ago on a mildly warm Saturday. He let Jon keep this little bobber and it's one of his FAVORITE things in the whole world. It's really cute. He tries to show it to everyone. Last night at 2:51, Jon comes into our room--he almost never gets up in the middle of the night--and says, "I ated up my bobber!" We are groggy, of course, and ask him to repeat himself and he says the same thing again. Then he says he needs a drink and to go to the bathroom. After going to the bathroom, he looks in the toilet and says, "it's not in there, Mom!"
(we later found the bobber, between his mattress and bedframe...don't know why he thought he had eaten it. However, this did lead to a good conversation about choking and why it's important not to put things in your mouth.)

On the way to an Easter Egg Hunt today, Jon says, "I'm going to win today, Mommy. I'm going to run and get the most eggs." He is so my husband's child, making even an Easter Egg hunt a competition!

the things he says!

I wish you could hear them all--well, actually not all of them, occassionally they're embarassing! This kid cracks me up. Soon, Sam will be joining Jon in these posts. He's talking more and more all the time. Obviously, Pete and I--and Jon actually-- understand him much better than anyone else, but he's quite verbal. (wonder where he gets that?) ;) For now, here are some of the highlights from the past week or so:

Jon, while playing with a magnetic letter book, says to me, "Which word next, hon?"

After I spilled some juice on the table, "Mom's don't make messes, boys make messes!" (don't I know it!!)

After being sent to his room/time out b/c he was disobeying, he came out to discover that I had finished loading the laundry into the washer and said in dispair, "But I wanted to help with the laundry, Mom!! I'm so sad."

Also, from time to time, he tells me what Sam "wants" to do...funny that those things seem to be eerily similar to what Jon wants to do. Example, "Sam wants to color on this erase-board with markers, Mom" (Sam has never done that until today, so somehow I doubt that Sam was "wanting" to do that...)

After unplugging the clock in his room for the 3rd time in 3 days, just to get me to come in and fix it during naptime, I told him if he does it again, I'll take the clock out of his room and he'll just have to wait until I come to get him to get up. Here's the coversation that followed:
J: "How many days will you keep my clock?"
Me: "A long time"
J, with a smile: "Huh, that's funny!"
Me: "No. It's not funny."
J, with a very serious expression: "You're right, Mom, that's not funny."
(ah, the joys of disciplining a 3 year old)

On Sunday, Jon's buddy Noah had to go to the hospital to get stitches. When I told Jon about it and that it was bleeding a lot, Jon said, "Oh no! Is he shrinking?"