Still Crazy

The other day, Ben was being very funny and Cole was laughing hysterically - so was I.  I said to Cole, "that's why you have kids - because they are funny." 

Of course, it's not totally true, but it sure does make being a parent a whole lot funner.  Things that have made me laugh lately:

Cole: he's so grown up.  Seriously, like a teenager for good and for bad.  But every now and again, he does something that reminds you he really is still a little kid.  I adore those moments.  A few weeks ago, I ran a 5K and won.  Cole excitedly asks me every time I race if I won, so I was happy to report that I did.  And he was beyond thrilled, especially when I told him my prize was a $100 gift certificate.  He seriously thought I was the coolest ever.  Then he asked me what I was going to buy with my prize money.  I said, "I don't know.  What should I get?"  Cole replied, "A house in the country!" with such excitement that it nearly killed me to tell him I didn't have quite enough for that.

Those new running shoes are going to be so disappointing for him.

But maybe I could just win like 4000 more 5K's and buy him that house...

 

Annie:  she likes to be grown up too.  She especially likes it when she knows something Cole doesn't.  The other day, he was explaining to us that the real troublemaker kid in his class lives with his mom and grandma and doesn't have a dad or at least Cole's not sure where his dad is.  It was quiet for a few minutes and then Annie said, "I think they got reversed."  It had been a long enough pause in the conversation that I was totally stumped as to what she was talking about until Cole helped me out by clarifying, "You mean they got DIVORCED, Annie." 

She answered with a nod of her head and a "Yep.  That's what I said, I think they got reversed." 

I smiled a bit.

 

 

Ben:  the kid cracks all of us up hourly.  He's just quite entertaining.  He has finally decided to start talking and the first words out of his mouth every morning are "mawnmowah,"  which, for those of you not fluent in 2-year-old talk, means "lawnmower."  And then he proceeds to drag out the lawnmower onto our yard every.single.day.  And the blower.  And the weed eater.  And the bikes.  And the scooters.  It looks like we are having a yard sale every day, but it's actually just his own little fix-it shop.  He uses his "lello tooze" (aka "yellow tools") and spends hours each day fixing. 

His dad is proud.

 

Love you all, little cuties!