Stop Being a Brat

On the trip to the village just to let off some steam, Josiah and Noah had a little conversation.

Josiah: Could you stop being a bwat, pweese?
Noah: YOU stop being a bwat.
Josiah: You were a bwat on mine head.

(He was referring to the time Noah happened to kick Josiah in the head when he was upside down.)

Anyway, I thought it was cute how polite Josiah was about kindly asking Noah to refrain from being a brat.

Is this Chocolate syrup?

Micah, for the longest time, would not eat any other kind of ice cream but vanilla. He doesn't want anything on it - no nuts, no fruit, and no chocolate syrup. Noah, on the other hand, is not picky about most sweets, and if he's having ice cream, he wants it with chocolate syrup. He has discovered its wonderfulness a long time ago.

On weekends, the boys are allowed to have sweets. Ice cream is one of their favorites. So, Micah and Noah got ice cream. Josiah passed - he wanted popcorn. Micah dipped his finger in Noah's chocolate syrup, came over to me, and asked, "Mama, is dis chokwet sywup?"

"Yes," I replied. He licked it. His face lit up.

"I need chokwet sywup!" he exclaimed.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You want it in your ice cream?" I couldn't believe he actually wanted the stuff.

"Yes! Yes! I NEED chokwet sywup!"

I poured a little bit on a spoonful of ice cream. "Here, I'll just put a little bit on here and you can taste it. If you want more, you can have more."

He was getting frustrated, but he had the spoonful. "I wike it," he said. His hands were impatiently signaling me to pour it on. He got to work eating it right away.

So Micah got his first bowl of ice cream and chocolate syrup, and ate it faster than Noah. I can't wait 'till he discovers some yummy vegetables.

Bowser peed in my bed.

If you or your kids have ever played Mario Brothers or any of the Mario games, you know that Bowser is the bad guy in the game. If you never heard of Mario or any of the games, thank God for that. My kids are crazy about the Mario games.

On another note, but later coming back to this, this morning Micah was lecturing his brothers on not peeing in bed. He has mastered that, and Josiah is mostly accident-free. Noah, on the other hand, has more accidents than successes. This morning, he woke up smelling like pee. He took a shower as usual, and all was well until this conversation.

Micah: You don't pee in your bed. You peepee in da potty!
Josiah: I not pee pee in mine bed.
Noah: I not pee pee in my bed.
Micah: Yes you did. You need to pee pee in da potty!
Noah: I NOT pee pee in my bed. Bowser pee pee in my bed.
Josiah: Bowser can't pee pee in you bed. He doesn't have a penis!

That settled that!

"What's a bottle cap?"

Recently, Micah and Josiah have started asking "What's a ..." whatever happens to be mentioned, or whatever they happen to see. They'll ask, "Mama, what's Noah's name?" What kind of a question is that? Annoying, that's what it is!

Well, I was in the kitchen cleaning up, when I knocked over a plastic container full of bottle tops into the kitchen sink. "Oh, shoot!" I said.
"What happened?" Micah wanted to know.
"I spilled the bottle caps in the sink."
"What's a bottle cap?" Micah asked.
I showed him the container with some of the caps inside and said, "This is a bottle cap."
"What's a bottle cap?" Micah repeated.
"This is!" I replied. "It's a bottle top. It's to close the bottle. This is a bottle cap!"
"What's a bottle cap?" Micah continued.
"Micah," I said, losing my patience, "I just told you what a bottle cap is. I showed you what a bottle cap is. This is a bottle cap. You know what a bottle cap is. You don't need to ask anymore what a bottle cap is, so don't say, 'what's a bottle cap', because you know what it is, okay?"
Micah paused to take in everything I said, and then, "What's a bottle cap?"
I couldn't help it. I just started laughing. Then Micah asked, "What's so funny?"

Fagety/Spaghetti , Tomato/Tomahto

Micah has a hard time saying his "Sp's", "Sm's" and anything else that goes together with an S. One day, I took the time to separate the two sounds for his favorite meal: S-P S-P S-P Spaghetti. He struggled, repeating the individual sounds, then reverting back to his usual.
"S-P S-P S-P fagety!" He could tell he was saying it wrong, and was getting frustrated, but finally he did it. "S-P Spaghetti!"
"Yay!" I exclaimed. Noah wanted to get in on the action. "I tan say spaghetti, 'spaghetti!'"
"Yes, but can you say 'tickle'?"
"Tittoe"
"Tickle," I corrected.
"Tittoe"
"No, 'tickle'."
"I AM saying tittoe!"he replied.

A couple of days later, I was making spaghetti. Micah comes up, "You makeen' spaghetti?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Mom, it's not fagety, it's spaghetti."
I was so proud of him for catching it himself and correcting it by himself.

So we went to see the "Smurfs" movie. Micah calls them "Furps".

Hide and Here-I-Am!

One day I was folding laundry in my room. Micah hid behind a door and Josiah came looking for him. Micah stayed quiet while Josiah looked, and I didn't give away his hiding place. Finally, I gave a hint. Josiah found Micah, and Hide-and-Seek was born. They took turns hiding and finding each other. Noah heard the fun and decided to join in. Micah and Josiah hid in the closet and Noah hid in the corner behind the sofa. I called out to Josiah and Micah, "Okay, where's Noah?" Almost as soon as I say it, out pops Noah, giggling and screaming gleefully. "Here I am!" he called out. Josiah and Micah ran to him and they chased each other for a bit and did the same thing again. Noah hid in the shower. When it was time to find him, he ran out shouting, "Peet-a-doo!" (his version of Peek-a-boo) I think Noah doesn't "get" hide and seek. But still, they had fun.

Wii love stayin home.

By the title, I'm sure you can guess that the boys have a Wii. They got it for Christmas last year. It keeps them busy and entertained, but they still scream, fight, and want mama to break things up and play referee. I need to start keeping up with the things the boys say, because they're coming up with good ones, and they are being really sweet.

Josiah saw a picture of me pregnant, and I told him that he and his brothers were there in my belly.
"You eat babies!?" he asked in a shocked voice. I explained that God put little seeds inside me and they grew into babies. He was not convinced. He still asks why I eat babies.

Noah has become very affectionate lately. He comes up to me when I'm sitting down, kisses my cheek and says "I Wove you, Mama." Then he'll do it again. And again, and again. Sometimes he'll start sniffing my pants. It's kind of embarrassing for me, so I ask him what he's doing. "I'm smewing you pants!" is his reply. Like that's a normal thing. But he's building memories, and again showing his affection.

One day, he woke up soaked from peeing in bed. Yes, it upsets me, and I got mad and said, "you peed in your bed again!" He said, "No, the bed peed!"

Micah is a cuddle bug. He still likes coming to my bed (and he's four) in the middle of the night. If it's early, I'll take him back to his bed. If it's after three, then he gets to stay, since I'm too groggy (and let's face it, lazy) to take him back. He seems to like to always be touching me, because I feel his feet on my back or in my face. He's the only one I trust in my bed, because he won't pee in bed at night. What a champ. He seems to get the grasp of many things very quickly.