Note to SELF!

Daddy and I tend towards nerdiness. Both of us. It can be a burden and a blessing, I suppose. But still, you want the best for your kids. And, if I can keep my kids from tending towards nerdiness, I've accomplished a lot.

So, note to self:
Bird call contests...avoid them. If you get a chance to send Trevor or Devin to be on TV to show off their bird calls, think twice...
Bird Calls

More tales of scary toys

Last night, a few minutes after Trevor went to bed, he opened his door. He does this a lot, and I never really know why. It wasn't unusual.

A few minutes later, I got up. At that time, I noticed he had thrown two toys out of his room: an alligator towel and Brucie the shark. Both could reasonably be classifed as scary toys.

This morning, I asked him why he through those toys out of his room. He confirmed it. They're too scary. Tonight, I put the two toys back in his room, but I put them in a chair because I thought they would be hidden from view. I was wrong. Again tonight, a few minutes after I put him to bed, he opened his door and heaved the two scary toys out of his room.

Mommy, tell me a story...

Backstory: a couple of years ago at Christmas, Daddy got me one of those little joysticks that you plug into the TV that plays really old video games. Ours plays Ms. Pac Man, Galaga, Xevious, Mappy, and Pole Position.

Trevor played with the video game this weekend, and this morning at breakfast, he asked me to tell him a story. He wanted me to tell him the story of Ms. Pac Man. I told him all about Ms. Pac Man, Pac Man, Pac Man Fever, and Pac Man cartoon. Then, he told me he was going to tell me a story. He told me about the rocket thing that shoots (Galaga and Xevious), and then he told me the story about the cars that went fast and then crashed.

Just now, I played Pac Man fever for him. And, he was singing it, too.

Nodding with Great Importance

Curls

Here's the reason I can't cut Devin's hair:

It seems like there's a story behind this picture:

There's no story, though. Trevor just said, "Hey, I want a picture!" because I had just taken some pics of Devin. I think this picture can be used as an advertisement, though. But, an advertisement for what?

Devin...an engineer?

I've always thought that Trevor would be an engineer, and Devin would be a baseball player OR an engineer. I think I'm probably right about Devin:

Addendum

It's not really, "what did you say?" It's "whaddu say?"

Is he deaf or is this normal?

I now have to repeat myself to Trevor an average of 6 times.

His responses:
"What did you say?
"What did you say?
"What did you say?
"What did you say?
"What did you say?
"I can't hear you." (Sometime with his hand cupped to his ear)

Devin nods his yes whenever I ask if he wants milk. Well, not just his head. He nods his whole body with great purpose.

The only thing is that he never really seems to want milk. He just wants to nod yes when I ask if he wants milk.

I think I may have inadvertently taught him that a head nod means milk one day. I asked him over and over if he wanted milk while nodding my head and saying "yeah." I think he associated "milk" instead of "yeah" with my nodding head.

Napping

One day, the boys took a nap together on the couch. Here's my artsy interpretation of their nap:


Here's proof they really napped together...once:

He's Gonna Get me!

Look at his left hand:

Trevor can read...

See:


I think it's Mother Goose. Ever noticed just how frightening Mother Goose really is?

Devin goes night-night

Devin started acting tired before 7 tonight, and his normal bed time is 8:30. We were sitting on the couch a little after 7. Devin was making some calls. Then, he laid down on the couch and went to sleep.


That's how easy he is...