The boys were pretending this morning that they were planting a garden. Their pretend garden included all of the usuals, but at some point Dallen asked Dawsen to hand him the the noodle seeds. Noodle seeds? Only in the land of pretend. To tell them or not to tell them....hehehe.
Loving these boys.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Privates
So here we are, seven months later. I decided awhile ago that I don't really need TWO blogs to capture memories like the ones I intended for here so I've been trying to write them on the other one. The problem is that I'm having some issues w/....hard to explain...so I need to use this blog again...at least for awhile.
So...we've been having some interesting conversations and situations involving private parts. Our boys have had super dry skin this winter and despite adding pellets to the water softener (we've always had one downstairs, but never chose to use it before now) and lotioning them down after every bath, they've STILL had itchy (they call it scratchy) skin on their bottoms. A few weeks ago an hour or so after putting them to bed we heard Dallen cry out, "Mom! I can't sleep because my penis won't stop itching!" I don't have one of those and I wasn't really sure if this is normal or not. Itch it? Air it out? Lotion? I don't know.
Since then Dawsen has also been claiming an itchy penis fairly often. My favorite was looking for a shirt for Terron in the men's section of Ross (surrounded by men) when Dawsen screamed (or at least it felt like a scream), "My penis itches so bad! Help me, Mommy! It itches!" To which Dallen had to add that his was also itching at the moment. All the men were either smiling or laughing right out loud.
Last week at McDonalds Dallen was chasing Dawsen around in the tip top of the playland pretending to spank him. Dawsen yells out from the very top, into a very echoey room might I add, "Mom! Dallen won't stop touching my privates!" The chase went on with occasional cries from Dawsen, "stop touching my privates, Dallen!" Oh dear. I'm six months pregnant and completely unable to climb to the top to have a chat with them, nor am I going to yell my rebuke in front of EVERYONE. They finally came down and we had a pow wow.
Dawsen has also figured out that when he and his bro are wrestling the private parts will get a surrender every time. Not fair and definitely against the rules, but it does get a quick reaction. When the boys are bathing together and Dallen's head is all soaped up w/ closed eyes, Dawsen also thinks it's funny to try poking the unexpecting Dallen's privates. Again totally against the rules. Unfortunately the problem is still in process of being solved, but alas...
What IS IT with boys and privates?
Loving these boys.
So...we've been having some interesting conversations and situations involving private parts. Our boys have had super dry skin this winter and despite adding pellets to the water softener (we've always had one downstairs, but never chose to use it before now) and lotioning them down after every bath, they've STILL had itchy (they call it scratchy) skin on their bottoms. A few weeks ago an hour or so after putting them to bed we heard Dallen cry out, "Mom! I can't sleep because my penis won't stop itching!" I don't have one of those and I wasn't really sure if this is normal or not. Itch it? Air it out? Lotion? I don't know.
Since then Dawsen has also been claiming an itchy penis fairly often. My favorite was looking for a shirt for Terron in the men's section of Ross (surrounded by men) when Dawsen screamed (or at least it felt like a scream), "My penis itches so bad! Help me, Mommy! It itches!" To which Dallen had to add that his was also itching at the moment. All the men were either smiling or laughing right out loud.
Last week at McDonalds Dallen was chasing Dawsen around in the tip top of the playland pretending to spank him. Dawsen yells out from the very top, into a very echoey room might I add, "Mom! Dallen won't stop touching my privates!" The chase went on with occasional cries from Dawsen, "stop touching my privates, Dallen!" Oh dear. I'm six months pregnant and completely unable to climb to the top to have a chat with them, nor am I going to yell my rebuke in front of EVERYONE. They finally came down and we had a pow wow.
Dawsen has also figured out that when he and his bro are wrestling the private parts will get a surrender every time. Not fair and definitely against the rules, but it does get a quick reaction. When the boys are bathing together and Dallen's head is all soaped up w/ closed eyes, Dawsen also thinks it's funny to try poking the unexpecting Dallen's privates. Again totally against the rules. Unfortunately the problem is still in process of being solved, but alas...
What IS IT with boys and privates?
Loving these boys.
Monday, June 15, 2009
I Wish!
Dallen loves to read his scripture stories to Dawsen. I'm constantly amazed by both how much he's picking up on and also how messed up and mushed together the stories occasionally get. i.e....
Dallen once told Dawsen about Abinadi and how when the bad guys burned him he died and then was resurrected three days later. Hmmmm....close...kind of.
Last week Dallen was telling Dawsen about Adam and Eve. They lived in a really pretty place and they could eat anything they wanted to eat except the fruit off of one tree. The place was called the Garden of Eating. I think if that's the case, I wouldn't mind spending a few days on holiday in the garden! Sounds nice, right?!
Loving these boys.
Dallen once told Dawsen about Abinadi and how when the bad guys burned him he died and then was resurrected three days later. Hmmmm....close...kind of.
Last week Dallen was telling Dawsen about Adam and Eve. They lived in a really pretty place and they could eat anything they wanted to eat except the fruit off of one tree. The place was called the Garden of Eating. I think if that's the case, I wouldn't mind spending a few days on holiday in the garden! Sounds nice, right?!
Loving these boys.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Talk a lot, talk a little more...
Dawsen is CONSTANTLY chatting. And it's not just chatter noise anymore, he's really saying things and in an amazingly clear way, although sometimes I feel like we're playing Mad Gab (good thing I'm the Mad Gab champ!). He surprises us everyday with the new phrases he picks up.
Last week Dawsen was sitting on my lap at the computer when Dallen started getting a little crazy. It started with slowly sliding himself off the back of the couch and progressed into a drop, then a little jump off the back. I told him to knock it off a couple times and then Dawsen chimed in with, "Dowen! Coo wit! Dass nuff! Dop it!" Hmmm...he must hear these things a lot!
Loving these boys...
Last week Dawsen was sitting on my lap at the computer when Dallen started getting a little crazy. It started with slowly sliding himself off the back of the couch and progressed into a drop, then a little jump off the back. I told him to knock it off a couple times and then Dawsen chimed in with, "Dowen! Coo wit! Dass nuff! Dop it!" Hmmm...he must hear these things a lot!
Loving these boys...
Monday, March 30, 2009
Happy Birthday, Grandma!
My mom turned 60 yesterday! I'd been prepping Dallen on how old she was and also to tell her happy birthday. I said, "You know how you're FOUR and Dawsen is TWO? Grandma is SIXTY! That's a lot, huh?!" When we got to her house he delivered his happy birthday perfectly (which probably pleased him more than me). When I asked him if he remembered how old Grandma is he said, "SIXTEEN!!" Hmmm...I'm sure she'll take it.
Loving these boys.
Loving these boys.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
What Daddies Do
Today during playtime at preschool the kids were upstairs with the play kitchen arranging their pretend family. Audrey deemed herself the mommy, Kayla the daughter, Dawsen the little baby and Dallen would be the daddy. After being frustrated with Dawsen for not laying down and pretending to be a little baby I had to tell them he'd be the little brother, but we couldn't make him be a little baby if he didn't want to be. After a few minutes Dallen found some dinosaurs and came downstairs into the family room to play by himself. I said, "Don't you wanna go upstairs and play with the other kids?" to which he replied, "I AM playing with the other kids." Okay. Whatever. A few minutes later Kayla called down the stairs, "Dallen, come up here! You're supposed to be the daddy!" Dallen said, "I AM being the daddy, Kayla! I'm at WORK!"
Loving these boys.
Loving these boys.
Pizza Pan
Dallen saw the movie Hook for the first time about a month or so ago and, to my true surprise, loved it. He ironically didn't care for the movie Peter Pan AT ALL. Still doesn't. Anyway...he loves to dress up as Hook (pics to come) and talk about Pizza Pan. We've diligently worked to correct him, but I have to admit it's pretty funny. So for now he will remain arch enemy, Pizza Pan.
A couple days ago I was at the hospital for a bloodtest and Dallen had come along dressed in full Hook gear. The lady at the front desk said, "Oh! How cute are you! Are you a prince today?" Dallen gave her the nastiest crusty, walked right up to her and stuck his hand (with the hook) in her face as if to say, "What's your problem lady? Didn't you see the hook?"
Loving these boys.
A couple days ago I was at the hospital for a bloodtest and Dallen had come along dressed in full Hook gear. The lady at the front desk said, "Oh! How cute are you! Are you a prince today?" Dallen gave her the nastiest crusty, walked right up to her and stuck his hand (with the hook) in her face as if to say, "What's your problem lady? Didn't you see the hook?"
Loving these boys.
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