Funny Boys

Ian had a successful at-home haircut! Scott did a great job and Ian didn't freak out one bit. I think the one at the kids salon last time helped somehow. But I am glad he's decided he's okay with the free ones too.

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Ian was coloring today while absent-mindedly singing the Cougar Fight Song quietly to himself. He whispered "Ra ra ra ra ra, goooo...." and trailed off apparently lost in another thought. From across the room, Joseph looked up and said "Cougars!" This is Joseph's first demonstration of BYU loyalty. I couldn't be happier!

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Joseph repeats all kinds of words lately. Today he mimicked Ian when Ian said "yellow" over their morning snack. Then Ian said "Joseph, say yellow again" Joseph obeyed. Ian said "Joseph, say football." Joseph obeyed. Ian said "Joseph, say microwave." Joseph looked at him with a puzzled expression. I suggested Ian give Joseph an easier word. Ian said "Joseph, say smoke detector. Smoke. De.Tec.Tor. It's not hard Joseph, a smoke detector is just right there!" and he pointed to one on the ceiling.

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I couldn't find my cell phone and asked the boys where it was. Calmly, Ian responded, "I don't know. I guess it's gone forever. Oh well."

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Joseph had wandered out of the room, so I asked Ian, "Where did Joseph go?" Ian's reply, "I don't know, probably to Mars."

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"One, two, three, seeky!" has become Ian and Joseph's favorite game. Ian invented it and it consists of saying "one, two, three, SEEKY!" and then running down the hall and into a bedroom where they throw themselves on the floor, squeal, stand up and do it again. All while trailing the fuzzy yellow belt to my bathrobe behind them.

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We made Valentine cookies and the boys devoured at least four cookies each during the frosting process. Joseph kept saying "Ummy, ummy." (Yummy)

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While listening to the radio in the car Ian declared, "I don't like this song. Her voice sounds so whiny." To which Joseph replied, "Uh uh." and shook his head. This began a back and forth of "Yes shes does" "Uh uh" "No, she does sound whiny!" "Uh-uh" . It was really entertaining from the front seat, mostly because both boys were really tired and were not shouting, but were saying this in sleepy voices with long pauses between disagreements. 

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I often ask "Who wants to take a bath/have a snack/etc, to which Ian replies "I do!" Joseph has started saying it too, but when he says it, it sounds more like a Southern Belle is saying it: "Ahhh due....". Joseph will start saying "I do" when he sees or hears anything he's interested in.

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We went to preschool a few weeks ago without Ian's Valentines. I dropped him off and headed home to grab them and then interrupted his preschool lesson when I came back. I figured I may as well take him on one last trip to the toilet while I was there. While in the bathroom, Ian looked me in the eye and said with such sweet sincerity, "I am so happy that you came back again, Mommy." Then he trotted back to his 'square' and listened to the lesson.

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Ian began climbing out of his crib about two weeks ago. For the most part, this is only problematic in the mornings because he now springs out of bed at first light to start enjoying the day -- usually he begins by quietly playing in the loft, but several times last week he also raided the fridge and ate green jello and leftover pink frosting with a spoon. And last Sunday morning poop was smeared on the carpet and some select toys. And one morning he devoured half of a chocolate cake we'd left covered on the counter.

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Last night I around midnight I thought I heard shuffling feet outside our bedroom door. After several minutes of drifting in and out of sleep I decided I would go check it out. I stared into the dark loft for several seconds, but it wasn't until I nearly stumbled on Ian that I could finally see his small form curled up in "child's pose" on the car rug. Of course he was also clutching his bunny.When I asked him this morning why he went to sleep in the loft he told me the rain was too loud in his room.

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Ian has begun fibbing. When he hurts Joseph and I ask Ian what happened and why Joseph is crying, he now invariably answers "Joseph got an ouchie by himself." While I did the dishes the other day the boys colored chalk outside. When I heard Joseph screaming, I as calmly as I could asked Ian what happened. He answered in the usual way. But the physical evidence was contrary to his statement: Joseph was no longer upset and was blissfully scribbling chalk on the fence, but his face, the top of his head and down his back was graffitied with pastel chalk.

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At preschool the teacher held a kickoff for the Olympics and the kids took turns running with the torch and receiving gold medals. Each child was asked what they wanted to be when they grew up. Ian replied "A man". His classmates responses: A basketball, a ballerina, and Superboy. 

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Somehow 'drip' (as in "Joseph! Don't let your milk drip out of your sippy cup!") became Joseph's universal word for broken, fallen over, spilled, or "something is wrong here".

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The boys received helium-filled balloon last weekend, and it was Joseph's very first balloon. When it was tied to his wrist he seemed to think he needed to hold his wrist up high. He called it "A-moon" and chattered about it constantly. Once it began to deflate and no longer floated, he sat on it and bounced. Yesterday morning when we came down to breakfast, a long green balloon string was hanging out of the trash can. Joseph looked concerned, and went immediately to the trash and began to unearth the "a-moon" carcass. He was devastated! When he saw that it was flat, he kept repeating "Dripped, dripped" in such a sad voice.

 

  

First Flight

 

Last weekend Scott checked something off his "must do before I die" list. He flew a plane! For Christmas in 2008 the boys and I got Scott a 'Discovery Flight', which is basically an introductory flying lesson.

Little did we know that Scott was going to do nearly all the flying -- Scott sat in the captains seat and did the take-off, flew for about an hour, and then lined us up with the runway and got us within feet of landing on the ground before the instructor took over.

 

We were amazed that after a few minutes of explaining the instruments to Scott, the instructor told Scott to fire up the engine and taxi the plane on over to the run-way. By himself. And then Scott made the plane take off! While I have full confidence in Scott, this is about when I started freaking out. In that small aircraft it felt like we were being bounced on the end of a string. I just gripped the seat and stared straight ahead for the first 10 minutes. But then I saw our neighborhood below us, and this great view of Lake Conroe:

Once we were in the air the instructor pointed out the sites below us and gave maneuvering challenges for Scott to try, such as changing our altitude, turning, or selecting a site visible in the distance and then flying us to it. I can only think of two times the instructor intervened and piloted the plane-- once after we were already up in the air to just level us off or something, and then just before the wheels touched down on the runway again. Thankfully, Scott was a natural. Doesn't he look the part?

In fact, Scott asked questions about some more advanced piloting stuff, which lead to my my favorite quote by the instructor which began with: "Now that I know you are not totally bad at this" I will let you do something that I don't usually do on first flights. He then proceeded to teach Scott some fine tuning on how to use the rudders for even smoother turns. It was really amazing how good Scott was at maneuvering that plane from the moment he sat in it. Much to my relief, we all survived the flight.

I loved watching familiar landmarks from above. We could not have asked for a more beautiful, clear day to fly. From The Woodlands we could even see downtown Houston! See the 'tiny' buildings along the horizon?

I fretted over this flight for weeks, feeling certain that we would crash in a fiery ball of death and in one fell swoop leave our boys orphans. And it didn't help that when I mentioned our upcoming flight to my sister, her first response was "Don't wear synthetics; they will melt to your skin if you crash. Leather is a better option. That sounds fun though!" Thanks, sis. 

When we signed a waiver before the flight, I included the phone number of the friend who was watching our boys, and instructed the receptionist that "this person has our children. You'll need to call her if we die." The receptionist laughed. But I was serious. 

But evidently I had no need to be so worried. We had a great time and I would jump at the chance to do it again. But only if Scott was captain.