The "Touchdown"

In an effort to get the boys more excited about sitting down and watching football with daddy, (and because, as parents, we just can’t help teaching the boys to do silly little tricks because they are ADORABLE when they perform), Evan has been teaching the boys to hold their arms up in the air when we yell “Touchdown!” We repeat it a few times for emphasis, and I don’t even need to say “clap, clap, clap” at the end anymore. They just do it.

 As I mentioned in a previous blog, the boys have developed another habit, all on their own I might add, of rummaging in the panty (if I mistakenly leave the door open) and pulling out things they might want. They then bring the item to me and say “peez.” Although sometimes they bring me a box of cornbread mix and try and convince me this is the best snack for them, usually it’s something like crackers or something they really do get for a snack. The other night, in this constant pursuit of trying to get mom to give them what they want, when they want, Logan brought me a box of crackers and said “peez.” (I should add here that there is always a big sweet smile to go with the request.) Since it was 5 minutes before we were going upstairs to go to bed, however, I was not about to give in to his charm, and so said “no crackers now.” Did I mention that both boys are also good at taking the bag that boxed products now commonly come in out of the box and opening it themselves?  Well, in an effort to help his brother, Carter did just that. As I turned around, (they’d been running around the kitchen while I was rushing and dodging them, trying to get dinner put away so we could go up to put the boys to bed), in slow motion I see Logan snatch the bag back from his brother – upside down. Whale shaped crackers exploded out of the bag, covering the floor and Logan. The smile never left his face as his arms went up in the characteristic “Touchdown!!” gesture. Then, he clapped and started eating crackers off the floor. In all fairness, Carter did add an "uh oh" or two as he happily munched crackers and we all cleaned them up.  

Carter the Helper

Carter and Logan were enjoying some orange slices at their picnic table this afternoon and Carter once again showed his helpful side. Logan was so happy about the “appas” (what he calls just about everything in the produce section that resembles an apple in size, shape or color), he started leaning over and eating them with his mouth. Being the mom that I am, I tried not to laugh and said halfheartedly, “Logan, use your hands!” A minute passed while Logan chewed with his hands resting on the table, and then Carter collected all the remaining orange slices and stacked them, without a word, on the back of Logan’s hand. He was helping Logan “use his hands.”