“Cleaning is nothing but losing energy.” – Elijah

I let Elijah have the last bit of (flat) Diet Dr Pepper in the two liter bottle in the fridge…because I’m nice like that…and Kyra asked him for a sip of it. To which he responded by chugging the DDP with no intent of sharing.

Kyra: “Jesus doesn’t like what you’re doing, Elijah. You’re supposed to share.”

Elijah: <chug, chug, chug>

Kyra: “Elijah! Jesus really wants you to share with me.”

Elijah: <takes a deep breath to get a little oxygen after all the smug chugging> “Well, God doesn’t like you because you’re not doing your schoolwork!”

Kyra: “That doesn’t mean God doesn’t like me! He just doesn’t like that I’m not doing my schoolwork. He still wants me to have a drink of your diet dr pepper.”

Chris: “Whose cheese is this?” He held up a piece of cheese that had been left on the kitchen table.
Elijah: “Owen.com”

I think maybe our lives have been taken over by all things computer in this house.

This is just a little window into the random insanity that is life in our house.

Picture three very hyper, happy kids running into the living room from the boys’ room, after we just told them to go to bed.

Kyra: “Can we watch a movie?!?!”

Elijah: “Can we eat racoons in the garbage?”

Owen: “Racoons….garbage?”

Yeah. It didn’t make any sense to us either, but it sure was funny.

Today, I was sitting on the couch with my shirt up, rubbing my belly. This is pretty much my usual state. Abby was moving around and kicking like crazy. The kids got to actually see her moving for the first time. They were always too impatient to watch long enough to see the movements before. Abby was really active today, though, and they thought it was really cool. I told them that she could hear them talking, and Kyra said she was going to think of something to say to her. In a few minutes, Kyra came back, leaned close to my belly, and said, “Abby Jo…Jesus loves you.”

I poured myself a glass of Dr Pepper, and Elijah, who was watching, said, “Dr. Pepper doesn’t make me climb the walls anymore. I drank some, and I tried it…and I couldn’t.”

Today, I was changing Owen’s diaper while talking on the phone to Amy. I told him that now that I was through with school we were going to potty-train him.

He said, “Potty-train me?!?”
I said, “Yes. You’re a big boy now. You need to use the potty all the time. Like Elijah and Kyra.”
He said, “Oh.”
I said, “You can wear big boy underwear, too.”
Amy said, “Ask him what he wants on his underwear.”
I totally expected him to say Superman or Thomas the Tank Engine or Oswald, but instead, he said, “Winnie the Pooh.”
I said, “Winnie the Pooh?” I was surprised that he said this, because he never watches Winnie the Pooh. I thought about it, and I thought about it. Then, it struck me as incredibly hilarious. I started laughing.
I said to Amy, “He said he wants Pooh on his underwear. Pooh. Poo! My boy is hilarious.”
Amy said, “Yeah. Good luck with that potty-training thing.”

While I was making him a peanut butter sandwich, Elijah went to the fridge to get the jelly. He said, “Mama, I don’t want peach or grape. I want poisonberry, but I can’t reach it.”
So, I went and got the boysenberry jam for him, because I love him.

I was watching a youtube video that had a baby in it. Owen saw it, and started saying, “Baby! Baby!”
I said, “Yeah. A baby. Do you like babies, Owen?”
“Uh huh.” Owen said.
Thinking it a good opportunity to once again bring up the new baby, I asked, “Where’s Mama’s baby?”
Owen patted his chest, indicating that he was mama’s baby.
I couldn’t help but smile and give him a big hug.

I wonder if I’ll have a jealous kid this time around. When I first told the kids I was going to have a baby, Owen shook his head no, patted his chest, and said, “My (I’m the) baby.”