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Caleb just told me some jokes inspired by a very cool wooden boat with balloon that Huned gave the boys:

“boats don’t fly!” HAAAA!!

“boats don’t eat lunch!” HAAA!!

“boats don’t have penises” ??!

He thought it was hilarious. But wtf? How and why do kids come up with this stuff?

Yesterday I came up and Rosy was feeding the boys breakfast. Caleb had on bunny ears and I said “look! there is a rabbit eating breakfast.” He pulled an ear down very seriously and said, “But it is just me! Caleb! I am on only PRETENDING to be a rabbit.” He was afraid I thought he really was a rabbit.

Caleb (waving furiously to a cute little girl at the top of the tower at the playground and then hooking his thumb toward me):

“Hi! I’m Caleb and this is my friend Mommie.”

Again this year, the floor of my house was covered for three solid days with bits of molded plastic sent from relatives and brought by “santa.” There were major battles over all of the various trademarked related merchandise, like the countless Diego toys (thanks mom), Tonka trucks (because Caleb had told anyone who would listen that Santa was bringing him a blue truck) and SpongeBob/BackYardigans balls. Some of these battles ended in wounds that are still bleeding (like the one Tobias’s face – I can see how being the younger brother of a bully might really suck). But Caleb’s seemingly favorite present was a pack of new underwear I bought him at Target. Go figure.

My dad was in town and Tobias followed him from room to room until he left this morning. So now every time a plane passes our house he asks if it is the one “Baboo” is on.

Tobias was taken to the barber where he pitched such a fit they only cut a bit off the front, so now he looks like a NASCAR driver.

And my sister also had her baby – welcome to our effed up family Sam! I can’t wait to meet you. Congratulations to Kathryn and her krewe.