Make it so

Look, kid, I admire your perseverance. I hate to contradict a child whose family has such an impressive biological pedigree. But the ant is not going to turn into a frog no matter how long you wait.

On the way home from school

"Mama, do you know my friend Oval? Do you? He has a big head, and a long chest, and two feet, and a big tummy. He doesn't have any hair."

Do me a favor, kid, never describe me.

(I'm always being treated to descriptions of people who don't actually exist, and his descriptions of people who actually do exist are...inexact.)

Worse than taking a call while sitting on the can

Caleb just came into the room with a toy phone tucked into his underpants, and said, "Mama, we've got to get this room...wait, that's my phone." He pulled it out, flipped it open and said, "Hello? Yes, we've got to get going! We're going to clean up for the party! Bye!" Then he closed the phone and stuffed it back into his underpants. Perplexing.

Let them eat hamentaschen!

What I went through to get that kid dressed in his costume for Purim this morning. Oy. They're making hamentaschen and I assume telling stories and whatnot today at school; about half the kids were dressed up, but Caleb went from being really excited about wearing his costume, to screaming when I tried to put it on, to excited to go to school, to afraid of his friend in a dragon costume, to pretty much OK when I left. I wasn't able to get many good pictures (I tried to get them both, but Isaac kept pulling off his robot hat). They are making it very difficult to capture misty watercolor memories, and yes, I know, in the blink of an eye it'll be "Sunrise, Sunset" and they'll be bar mitzvahed and married and everything, but it's been a tough morning.

Caleb got upset when we got to school and everyone looked unfamiliar -- teachers dressed up as princesses, best friend dressed up as a dragon, little girl bobbing around in ladybug wings. He ran into the bathroom and hid; his friend followed him in there and said, "Don't worry, Caleb! I'm a nice dragon!" (Then he took off the costume, I think because he was worried it was upsetting Caleb. Sweet kid.) When I left, Caleb seemed OK, holding tight to his froggy toy but willing to actually go into the classroom, so that's good.

Luckily, they're cute:

Cute things the kids are saying

Caleb:

"I don't want to wear underwear! I have a pretty butt!"

Mama: "Your feet are growing. You need new shoes." Caleb: "My feet are growing? What are they growing? Are they growing flowers?"

In the morning, he gets up very early. I tell him to go back to bed until the sun is up. He turns on the light on my bedside table and says, "It's sunny now! The sun came up."

He covers himself with blankets, peeks out and says, "I am a dark and stormy night!"

Isaac:

He says "Too!" or "Me too!" whenever anyone else gets a snack.

He's just learned to walk (and if he would cooperate, I would sneak a video, but he notices me right away). While he's doing it, he says, "Walk. Walk. Go. Go." to himself, as if the words are propelling him along.'

When he wants to play 'This little piggy,' he grabs his big toe and says, "Ig!"

The answer to every question is "No." As in, "Would you like to get out of the bath?" "No!" "Would you like to stay in the bath?" "No!" "Are you a kitty cat?" "No!" "Are you Isaac?" "No!"

Uh oh!

Well, at least he's not saying "Oh, shit." (Not that I would have any reason to expect him to use that sort of language. I don't know where he would get it from.)

The satellite isn't working either

Due to the storm, we bring you some inside programming today.

First, we're still working on the nose:



Second, we're up on our feet:



Thirdly, not to be outdone: