Logan posing so elegantly; Declan with a green milk moustache.
I love the look Declan's giving Logan here. (You can click on these photos to see a larger version of them.)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
St. Patrick's Day
Last night, before the boys went to bed, we had a chat with them about leprechauns and how mischievous they are and how they like to play fun tricks on people on St. Patrick's Day. This morning, the kids woke up to things like our milk and chicken salad in the fridge turned green. We had green scrambled eggs for breakfast (with regular-colored bacon). And the boys are loving it all. For good measure, here's a short video of the boys talking about the morning. And Logan being a boy.
Logan posing so elegantly; Declan with a green milk moustache.
I love the look Declan's giving Logan here. (You can click on these photos to see a larger version of them.)
Logan posing so elegantly; Declan with a green milk moustache.
I love the look Declan's giving Logan here. (You can click on these photos to see a larger version of them.)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Music
I used to say that Logan had an ear for music, and people would be like, "Duh, all kids like music." He's now five and I still think there's something special in him when it comes down to it. I don't know what it is, exactly. He picks up new songs really quickly, and has been known to add his own special soundtrack to his life, like he's writing a movie score to the movie that is Logan.
I don't know if it's the shared genetics of the boys or the shared environment, but Declan is also very musical and makes his own songs that are along the same lines of Logan's - sometimes nothing less than epic accompaniment while he climbs the stairs, dead man walking to time out. Since he was quite young, he's been known to sing himself to sleep in bed. And today, while I was getting his bath ready, he stood in the hallway naked, with a Guitar Hero guitar slung over his shoulder, and sang (loudly) a song to me requesting that I please find him a washcloth. (Of course, my camera is never to be found in those moments.) Even naked in the hallway, Dex looked so natural there with the guitar.
I don't know if it's the shared genetics of the boys or the shared environment, but Declan is also very musical and makes his own songs that are along the same lines of Logan's - sometimes nothing less than epic accompaniment while he climbs the stairs, dead man walking to time out. Since he was quite young, he's been known to sing himself to sleep in bed. And today, while I was getting his bath ready, he stood in the hallway naked, with a Guitar Hero guitar slung over his shoulder, and sang (loudly) a song to me requesting that I please find him a washcloth. (Of course, my camera is never to be found in those moments.) Even naked in the hallway, Dex looked so natural there with the guitar.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Teenagers
...they think they know everything.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the mom of teenagers already. I can't put my finger on anything specific, it's just a general feel of attitude and teeny-bop things like Hannah Montana, which they've strangely taken a liking to.
Logan lately has taken quite a liking to my mp3 player. He uses it every night to fall asleep, and most days is pestering me to just wear it around the house. I've got a fairly eclectic mix of music on there and he periodically goes listening for new songs he's not familiar with. He's so much like his dad and grandpa in this way - they're always interested in new music and will give just about anything a chance. Quite often I hear him wandering around the house without the mp3 player, singing songs I didn't know he knew. But when he has it in his possession, he totally cranks the volume up and rocks out. I took this picture of him last week before he went to bed, and I think he looks so much older than 5.
Declan, being the carbon copy of me that he is, has all the emotional control of a teenage girl most days. That kid can crumble into tears like nobody's business. The other day I bought them some Peeps since it's the season of the Peep and the kids piss down both legs for marshmallows (I can't stand them, p.s.). [Sidenote: That phrase "piss down both legs" also comes from my friend Char's house. Her dear sweet daughter said it at the ripe old age of four when she saw something at the toy store she just knew her little brother would be thrilled about. It is *the* phrase to use in such context. End sidenote.] So, the Peeps. Declan ate one, and then started in on the next, biting its head off. Before I knew it, his heartbreaking pouty face had formed (the one where he's squinting as he attempts to hold back the tears and his lips form this beak-like protrusion as he attempts to hold back the sobs) and he was crying big huge tears about it. I asked him what in the world was making him cry since I assumed a Peeps treat would have the opposite effect. He told me between his jagged, sobbing breaths that he wanted to have a pet chick of his own. From then until the time the boys finished eating them, Declan teetered between the complete thrill he gets from being allowed sweets and the depths of heartache over eating baby chicks. Who knew Peeps could be such an emotional roller coaster?
Sometimes I feel like I'm the mom of teenagers already. I can't put my finger on anything specific, it's just a general feel of attitude and teeny-bop things like Hannah Montana, which they've strangely taken a liking to.
Logan lately has taken quite a liking to my mp3 player. He uses it every night to fall asleep, and most days is pestering me to just wear it around the house. I've got a fairly eclectic mix of music on there and he periodically goes listening for new songs he's not familiar with. He's so much like his dad and grandpa in this way - they're always interested in new music and will give just about anything a chance. Quite often I hear him wandering around the house without the mp3 player, singing songs I didn't know he knew. But when he has it in his possession, he totally cranks the volume up and rocks out. I took this picture of him last week before he went to bed, and I think he looks so much older than 5.
Declan, being the carbon copy of me that he is, has all the emotional control of a teenage girl most days. That kid can crumble into tears like nobody's business. The other day I bought them some Peeps since it's the season of the Peep and the kids piss down both legs for marshmallows (I can't stand them, p.s.). [Sidenote: That phrase "piss down both legs" also comes from my friend Char's house. Her dear sweet daughter said it at the ripe old age of four when she saw something at the toy store she just knew her little brother would be thrilled about. It is *the* phrase to use in such context. End sidenote.] So, the Peeps. Declan ate one, and then started in on the next, biting its head off. Before I knew it, his heartbreaking pouty face had formed (the one where he's squinting as he attempts to hold back the tears and his lips form this beak-like protrusion as he attempts to hold back the sobs) and he was crying big huge tears about it. I asked him what in the world was making him cry since I assumed a Peeps treat would have the opposite effect. He told me between his jagged, sobbing breaths that he wanted to have a pet chick of his own. From then until the time the boys finished eating them, Declan teetered between the complete thrill he gets from being allowed sweets and the depths of heartache over eating baby chicks. Who knew Peeps could be such an emotional roller coaster?
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