Observations by Jobe

Mommy, there are two colors of pee.White.
You know like the color of the water in the toilet.And yellow.Thank you, son.
Your insight is astounding.

The Confidence of Ezra

Ezra loves to make mini pizzas.
Saturday we made them for lunch.Everyone made their own.
Except Brookie.
She wanted a frozen Totino's pizza.
As she was eating it, she said:
I could eat frozen pizza everyday.
Hmmm.
I've never heard her say:
I could eat mom's cooking everyday.

But really I shouldn't complain.
I can be an awesome mom.
Just by having Totino's pizzas in the freezer.
Simple enough.

Ezra worked on his pizzas the longest.
He wanted them to be just perfect.This was the discussion he and I had:
Ezra: I'm probably going to be a famous pizza maker some day.
Me: Sounds good.
But I thought you were going to be a baseball player.
Ezra: Yah, I want to be a baseball player too.
Me: Well, you can't play baseball when you get old.
You can open a pizza restuarant then.

Seven hours later (out of the clear blue)
Ezra: I don't know if I want to be a famous pizza maker.
I think I'll just play baseball.
You can play baseball until you are old.
Babe Ruth played baseball when he was old.
And he was the best baseball player ever.
Well...until he died.
I don't really know who is the best baseball player now.He has confidence in so many areas.
Then sometimes he surprises us.
And shows a super sensitive side.

I was playing with Ezzie's hair Sunday afternoon.
(I LOVE his hair.
So much bounce and life.
Just like him.
But it can tend to get a little poofy at times.)
Ezra says: Some kids at school call me "muffin".Before Ryan, Brookelynn, Jake and I could stop ourselves,
we laughed.
Out loud.
Loudly.
And Ezra cried.
Then we all felt bad.
But it was funny.
And kinda' true.
Which, of course, is why we laughed.

Would it be really cruel
to make muffins for breakfast tomorrow?
Suddenly I'm really wanting some...

What Jobie Learned This Weekend

I can talk with my eyes closed!

That.
Is.
Amazing!

This boy is going to go far.

A Book and a Story

Ezra is writing a book.
This is the title.He has a compulsion to tell the truth.

This is what he has written so far.
(The first word is "deer".)He was having a rough day with his older siblings yesterday.
He sat down at his table.
And wrote out his feelings.
Glad he can express himself this way now.

Funny story.
Jobe and I were at Target the other day.
One of my favorite happy places.
We were in the girl's section.
Jobie pulls a bra off the rack and asks:
Mommy, are you going to get new boobs?

My first thought was:
Really?
My second thought was:
Did your dad put you up to this?
My third thought was:
Never mind...
I'm not gonna write that one for all of blogland.
My fourth thought was:
Where did you learn the word "boobs"?
And my fifth thought was:
Is it bad that my fourth thought wasn't my first thought?

A bit later we were across the aisle from the women's bras.
Jobie points over and very loudly says:
Mommy, those are big boobs.
The lady next to me got a good laugh.It's amazing what your fourth child learns.
Pretty sure that word was not
in Brookelynn or Jake's vocabulary at 3 years old.
Not gonna guarantee is wasn't in Ezra's though.
Here's to hoping it doesn't show up in his book.

Coincidence?

Yesterday morning.
I was minding my own business.
Jobie was across the room from me.
Looking for a Veggie Tales to watch.

Jobie: Mommy, you smell like a walrus.
Me: Did you say walrus?
Jobie: Yep.

Yesterday afternoon.
Roaming thru the $1 spot at Target.
Look what we found:Hmmmm.
A little scary.

Further walrus thoughts:
What does a walrus smell like anyway?
It can't be pleasant.
Can it?

Shouldn't the plural of walrus be walri?
The plural of alumnus is alumni.

Lara

It has been two months now.
Since Lara joined our family.
It's gone by so fast.

The little boys have had so much fun with her.
This is a typical scene in our house.
Both of them attacking her.She and Jobe disappeared for a bit last night.
And came back as superheros.Fighting each other.
Not sure which is the bad superhero.
Looking kinda' like Jobie is.
Lara is looking pretty innocent.The four younger kids did not have school today.
Lara did.
Jake was having a lot of fun.
Rubbing that fact in.
But then, for some reason,
he was up earlier than he normally is.
So Lara said maybe he could go to school for her.
Ezzie (yes he was up early too) said:
But you're more yellowish.
Lara: What do you mean?
Ezzie: Your hair is more yellowish.
Lara and I cracked up.
Who knew that was the biggest difference between them.

Then he said: And you don't have the same clothes.
Jake: What about you're a boy and Lara is a girl.
Ezzie: Oh, yeah. I forgot about that!

It's pretty cool how little kids' minds
work so differently from ours.Lara is loving all the adventures she is having here.
Squirrels.
Ground hogs.
Frogs and toads.
And obviously, even snake skins.
Her comment the other day
after seeing a turtle cross the road:
I love America!

And America loves her.
At least this family does!

Birds and Bees

According to two kindergarteners.Lawson:
I'm gonna have a new cousin.
'Cuz my aunt is a mom
and she's gonna have a baby.Ezra:
I think I'm not going to have any more cousins.
Then it happens.
Isn't that wierd?These boys crack. me. up.

Jobie-isms

This little guy is a little booger.
I love how he is saying things lately.
We all call Ezra: Ezzie.
Except Jobie.
He always calls him Ezwa.
He calls Brookelynn: Brookie.
Jake: Jakie.
But Ezzie: Ezwa.
And when he's mad at Ezra:
wittle, wittle Ezwa!
Apparently, in his eyes, it's bad to be little.
It makes Ezzie so mad when he says that.
Which makes Jobie say it more.
Of course.This weekend Jobie got a new toy
from some great family friends.
New toys always bring new opportunities.
For fighting.

Ezra and Jobe were playing tug of war with the new toy.
I told the boys they needed to share.
Jobe quit.
And walked away even.
I was quite impressed.
Foolishly thinking: Wow, that was easy!
Silly, silly me.
Jobe came back with the box the toy came in.
Pointed at some words and said:
See, it say "not share!"This is the response I got when I told him
that it definitely did not say: not share.When he skins a knee
he says: I got bwood.
Very pitifully.(if only he spent more time doing this)

Jobie was playing with a toy.
Ezzie was trying to convince Jobie to give the toy to him.
(Are you catching a recurring problem here?)
Jobie looked at him and said:
You're not three enough!
Thank goodness, I say.
Jobie is all the three I can handle.

A Few

Of my current favorite things.

Love this frame.
It was a birthday gift from a friend.
Perfect for my four perfectly cute kids.
The flip side.

Ryan brought this ice cream home from work for me.

I could have eaten it all at once.

But I've restrained myself.

This is best eaten straight out of the container.

I scrape little bites off at a time.

And keep the ice cream level.

No digging or scooping.
What does that say about me, I wonder?

I have no idea what this box thing is called.

It was a Christmas gift in 2008 from my mom.

She had it decorated all Christmasy.

Really cute.

She's good like that.

I always wanted to use it in other seasons too.

But I lack much creativity when it comes to decorating.

I bought and planted the succulents last summer.

And brought them in for the winter.

After taking the Christmas decor down,

I wanted something springy.

Winter can leave after Christmas, is my opinion.

So I just dropped the whole planter in the box.

And that book.

Wow.

We like that book.

And here's a couple current favorites

from the mouths of my two little boys.

Ezzie practicing his Spanish numbers

in the bathroom

while doing his business:

Mommy, is it uno, nacho, cinco?

Brookie:

Do you boys want to make a craft?

Jobie:

I wanna make a crap!

Oh, you already do that very well, son.