Asmundisms

Asmund told me he is a writer. He has a notebook and a pencil, and writes poetry.
Asmund: "When I grow up, I'm going to be a stranger in town! I'm going to write and work, and wear big glasses."
Asmund told me we are fighting zombies today.
He also wants to go to see Uncle Carl with his big steps.
Asmund says, "When I eat wheat, I not like my brain."

Song

Wystan's morning song: "My yogurt my yogurt my yogurt is good for my bo-dyyyyy!!"

Me: "What is your book called?"
Asmund: "Go to Sleep, Banana."
Me: "Um...Good Night, Gorilla?"
A: "Yes."

I asked Asmund how the book ends. He pointed to the back and said, "On that side."

Sink Bath

Wystan was naked in the bathroom sink, while the water was overrunning onto the floor. He said, "Want my body washed!"

Necklaces

Wystan, with shoelaces, "Tie my necklace? Pretty all day!"

Letters

Asmund is writing letters to his friends: "I am missing my friends. That is why I am writing their names on these papers, so they know I am here."

Asmund's Brain

Asmund was trying to sleep when we heard the front door cowbell ring.
A: "I know, Brain! I know!"
Me: "What is it, Asmund?"
A: "I can't sleep! I know, Brain!"
Me: "Who are you talking to?"
A: "My brain."
Me: "What is it saying?"
A: "It is saying I can't sleep with the cowbell ringing."
Me: "Hello, Asmund's Brain. We can go to sleep now. The cowbell is no longer ringing. There is only silence. We can sleep well, and have good dreams. Good night."
He was asleep within a minute!

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Me: Asmund sold me a rat nose he made from Lego bricks for fifty bucks.
Carrie: His prices are going up!! I got a bat nose for ten!

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From Carrie: The boys think I've given them ice cream for breakfast. Thank you, raw kefir and frozen peaches.

DIY

Asmund: I will get smoothie by myself. Dad, will you get smoothie for me?

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Asmund, making dinosaur teeth out of chalk, "I know all about teethes of tineastors. Dinasdors."

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From Carrie:

Daddy Asmund is reading to Baby Wystan. Everything about this arrangement meets my approval.

The nice thing about being the bad cop parent is that when you do something like let them watch tv when they wake up, it's instant Santa Mommy status.

The problem with your toddler having developmentally appropriate fine motor skills is that he can manipulate the door locks.

Baby multitasking--nursing and chewing on fingers. At the same time. Much wrath if the parental discourages this arrangement.

Ways to count

Wystan is learning to count by counting the number of Daleks on the cover of Doctor Who's Series Seven, Part One.

Translations

Our four year old translates what our two year old is saying. W: Cat's hole = castle

A: "I will ask Uncle Carl to dig holes with me."
Carrie: "We're not digging holes in the yard, babe. How about you draw Uncle Carl and Nana birthday cards?"
A: "Not birthday cards. Birthday holes."

From Carrie:

Spa treatment, brother style-Wystan is fitting Raedan's feet into a cup while Asmund washes his face with water he has sucked into his mouth and spit back out.

No, my sweet, still wet from the tub two year old, wearing socks does not equal being dressed.

Asmund is reading to Wystan, "A and H and X and Z, I beat you up on the coconut tree"

Apple Juice

A, hands me new glass: "Dad, you forgot to put apple juice in this."

Yawns

A, this morning: "I don't like yawns. TV will stop my yawns. Turn on the TV, my yawns stop. Turn off the TV, my yawns go."

Hungry

Asmund: "I'm hungry."
Me: "You didn't get enough lunch?"
A: "I didn't get enough ice cream."