An interesting conversation with Lucas this morning – he had quite a lot of insight into outer space and the existence of a phenomenon called “gravivy.” Ahhh, the things they learn in school.
The end may be the best part though… you get an amazing example of his “Benjamin voice.”
Yup, blogging at 8:45 on a Friday night. Because regularly schedule blogging this week has, yet again, been interrupted by illness. I should have predicted it as a holiday is upon us. Holidays… weekends…. hell, just regularly old work days, they are all reason enough for my munchkins to spike fevers, throw up, sprout pink eyes…. Never the less, if you are reading this, say a little prayer that this is a quick bout that doesn’t spread from Lucas to everyone else, and most importantly, that it’s our last round for quite some time!
But for more pleasant stuff…
These two went on an egg hunt at Gigi and Pop Pop’s house after last week’s half marathon.
They were old pros, scampering around the yard like little bunnies themselves scooping up eggs wherever they turned. The rest of the gang looked on as they filled those baskets quickly.
And in the end, we tried (fruitlessly) to get a picture of the three cousins. It went about the same as it has on previous attempts.
That’s the best we got. The back of Benjamin’s head. It’s also the first picture we took. Because, as you can see, Ben was robbing Mason of his eggs, and things quickly deteriorated. I’ll spare you the photographic evidence.
We then attempted to get a good Easter shot of the brothers. Here’s the best take:
You guessed it, also the first picture of the bunch, because basket robbery immediately commenced and it wasn’t Mason losing his mind at that point.
The thrill of the hunt…They really hide eggs in tough places these days, huh? I mean… honestly. Can there be any degree of difficulty to it? You may think that this was the “little kid egg hunt” and that it was meant to be simple… true. It’s also true that the 7-8 year old egg hunt looked exactly the same plus a good bit more shoving and jostling.
My favorite part of watching him hunt this year (and I use the word “hunt” very loosely) was the giant smile aimed at me after he picked up each egg. He was utterly delighted that there was a field full of treat-filled eggs waiting for him to gather up.
We had to open the eggs immediately. Of his 16 eggs nearly 14 contained gum. Who made that call? Are there parents out there giving their three year olds (or 2 year olds, since this was the 2-3 hunt) gum? Are we that curmudgeonly to be denying him the great delight of chewing, likely swallowing and choking on, gum at this age? Regardless… he was content to trade me at home, 14 pieces of Double Bubble traded for one Dum Dum and a mini bag of Skittles. That may have been a bit curmudgeonly if I’m being honest, but he was thrilled.
Besides, everything paled in comparison to the time spent upon the giant Bunny’s lap. Delighted. Thrilled. Enraptured. I, on the other hand, was a little disturbed at the bunny’s apparent nuzzling of his ear.
We are very proud this week — proud of our running Daddy, Gigi and Uncle Brad.
There were signs, and loud cheers. Clapping and fist pumping.
Tim ran fast and strong, finishing at 2:02 — the 203rd person to finish; placing 35th in his age group (at 35 years old) — seems like some lucky numbers worth playing to me. He wanted to run at 10 minute miles – he did 9:20 minute miles. We were so proud, and I’ve been so impressed to see him “recover” from the marathon with no complaints and little soreness. He celebrated by helping us grocery shop that afternoon. I’m confident that I’d be bedridden for weeks. Way to go, Daddy.
Gigi placed an incredible 4th in her age category and rolled in at under 3 hours for the race with everyone cheering her across the finish line. It was amazing to see her accomplish this goal. GO GIGI! Uncle Brad kept her zooming through the course and marked his fourth half marathon along the way.
Well done, runners.
Here’s Lucas’ rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” — a song he picked up in school this week and I’m currently making him sing over and over again to revel in it’s cuteness.
Benjamin is finally (we hope) on the mend from a rough week of ickiness. And while I’ve been able to snuggle that sweet boy a lot and nuzzle his soft hair… goodness am I ready to see more of this smile and much less of the open mouth scream!
And I’ll take a whole lot more of this…
Sometimes you just need a park ranger jacket to make the safari seem a bit more real.
(Crafty safari vest courtesy of daycare. Mommy fails at crafts.)
“Mommy, can we have a garden soon?”
“Sure Lucas, what do you want to plant in our garden this year?”
<pauses and thinks about it>
“Broccoli for Daddy, and flowers for Mommy.””Well that sounds good bud, anything else?”
“Carrots for Mommy and Daddy.”
“Anything for Lucas?”
<big pause and serious thought…>
“We can plant bread for Lucas.”
It is simultaneously heart warming and shocking when I see these two having adventure together.
This weekend, they spent some time admiring the lobsters at the grocery store.
And required a picture together when Lucas noticed their matching sweat shirts:
But the absolute best part is watching them play together — or more accurately, watching Benjamin gnaw on a toy while sitting enraptured with Lucas’ activities.
It warms my heart — until Benjamin swipes something that Lucas wants and it all dissolves into tears and loud sobs of “he doesn’t share with me.”