Being iced and snowed in all week can make us a little bit grumpy with one another. Especially when half of us have been sick as well. But I have to remember how much my boys make me laugh as well.
The other morning I was walking to Owen's classroom to help out at reading centers. As I neared the classroom I saw the class art projects lined up against the wall drying. I noticed the first one. A brown branch horizontally cutting across a blue background with four plump red birds sitting in a row staring at me with their white eyeballs and black pupils. As I walked by I was I was noticing how different the birds looked based on how much white and black paint the kids had used, and then I came to the oddball painting. This branch didn't go horizontally across but curved upwards and then looped down and back up and there was a big mush of red blobs in the loop with some eyeballs thrown in as well. The rest of the row of paintings matched the first painting I'd seen.
After reading centers I was going to go eat lunch with Owen. "Mom, want to see which painting is mine?" Own asked. Of course I did. And it's obvious which one he pointed out to me. We paused briefly as he gesticulated with one hand, "It's a big bird pile!"
Jonas doesn't regularly say much besides "train," "cheese," and "mine" but every once in a while he will impress us with his improving verboseness. The other evening I was sitting in my bed reading a book and eating a chocolate cupcake (don't judge) and the boys wandered in and Owen asked if he could have a bite. I told him "no" because he hadn't finished his dinner and eaten his beets. Without skipping a beat Jonas hopped up on the bed and said "I ate my beets Mom," and was ready for his bite of my cupcake.