A New Approach to Getting Rid of Things

Carrie: I routinely ask the boys to pick one or two toys to donate or trash. This morning Asmund had a better idea, "Mom, how about we not get rid of anything. How about we buy something, then get rid of that."

January into February

Night weaning means excessive day nursing. I escaped this round by bribing him with almonds and raisins. I see many snacks in his near future.


Asmund, frustrated, yells from his bedroom, "WYSTAN come IN here! I love to have your company!!"

Supreme hopscotch: you go under a chair while carrying a baby on your back. The numbers go from 1 to 30. Asmund's creation. "A one and a six. Sixteen. Now am I serious or not?!"

Asmund: Can we watch Captain America? It will make good memories for me.

Bat-Wystan, "This is mosquito beer. Bats eat mosquitos."
Asmund, "I only wanted regular beer!"

It's water kefir, folks. I promise.

A: Dad! You need to tell map makers that koalas do not drink wine or live in the dessert. They would get overheated and die.

My Saturday night peanut butter sandwich date is the best. Every time Wystan burps he says, "Um, dat was my bwain."

"Mom, can I have more brussels sprouts? I want all of them!" 

From Carrie: Asmund walks up beside me, looking straight ahead, "Hi, Mom." Pauses and turns to look me in the eye, "I mean, She Hulk."

Cuddling Wystan this morning, I ask, "What are you going to do when you're a grown man?" Without missing a beat, he replies, "Eat beer and grown up cookies."

Asmund and Wystan were so darn cute today, I really should have taken a picture. Ten years from now they probably aren't going to want it broadcasted that they liked to lick each other's faces, and I'm gonna need proof. BwaHahaha!!

Wystan, vying for Asmund's chore, "Mom, Mom, I can vacuum! I am the best vacuum cleaner human!"

"Mom, the rooster is on top of that, uh, female!" 
"The rooster is on top of the hen? Yeah, roosters do that."
"Chickens play piggyback?!?!"

W: You find a rock, you keep a rock.

Based on A's rules for Marvel Heroscape, the game is over when the bad guys have turned into good guys.

According to Wy, Alfred the dog is giving bones to his dad for Valentine's Day. He is a good dog. All dogs have dads, and sometimes they are puppies.

A: We didn't pick up our room because we had to eat lunch, then I had history--you know how it is.

Me: What do you know about ghost towns?
A: No one lives in them. Except for monsters and zombies and ghosts!

According to A and W, the chickens are the bad guys, the rooster is the bad king, Raedan is the good king, Captain and Alfred (dogs) are a wolf and fox and A and W are superheroes.

A: "I am always hungry like a wild dog or wolf."

W: Yogurt is our lunch. Now we can have a treat!

Asmund, with colored pencils stuck in his nostrils, "Mom, do I look like a dragon?"

 

A: "I'm a good joker. I might even be in the Batman movie."

"You might be a real rocket star! Ooo la la la."