Goodness Reads!

As parents, we think we have control over our children. We think we are doing are best to raise them right. We think that we are teaching our little ones to be obedient...and then we take them to the library. Can you say reality check? My goodness, yes!

There are certain places in which taking 6 boys presents a challenge. They are good kids, they really are. But certain pairings of certain ages simply don't do well in certain settings. A 13 yr old and 11 yr old cannot handle a children's museum together. Separately they'd be fine. A 4 yr old and a 2 yr old cannot handle a library together. And especially not when they find Star Wars books on the shelves to read. The books become light sabers.

A 2 year old in a library is like a pyromaniac in a fireworks stand. They just can't control themselves! Books, books, books! Did you know it's a contest to see how many books you can pull off the shelves before Mom & Dad can catch you?

Perhaps we are every librarian's nightmare. Perhaps we are welcome entertainement on an otherwise monotonous day. Perhaps we are providing job security for those librarians. These things I don't know. But what I do know and I do love is seeing the wide eyes peering into the pages of books and I know that the trip to the library was worth it. The ice cream cone at the end of the day helps too!

Hidden Talents

J (13) can tie a knot in his mouth with the stem of a cherry and he can put his foot behind his head.
C (11) can't bend his ear all the way back and he can flip his tongue all the way over.
B (8) has an ankle that cracks when he walks and does a good bug eye impression.

Impressed yet? I thought so!

Yummy yummy!

When you are 2, happiness is your big brother leaving the nesquick down where you can reach it.

Gone Fishing!

Now we don't ice fish and it's too cold to fly fish or fish on the lake, but somehow we've found a way to fish in the dead of winter.

What a catch we found too!

Todd took part in the activity of toilet fishing the other night. After the plunger didn't clear up the problem we went looking for other explanations. B (8) shared with us a little clue. He said that C (22 months) was putting toys down the toilet and flushing a few days ago. Why he didn't come tell us right away is one of those mysteries we may never uncover. But now that we knew what we were working with, Todd went to work.

After about 15 minutes he fished out of our toilet a bath fishy squirt toy. The fishy squirt toy was laid to rest in the trash recepticle and no child mourned it's loss and the dirty job of toilet fishing can now be added to Todd's resume.