When you spend 45 minutes curling your hair and trying out new shades of eye shadow. The two year old pours an entire bottle of syrup on a few pieces of pancake. Well played, Cyrus, well played.
And in other news . . . .
Noah - He is the busy worker bee. He goes to work in the morning and comes home in the evening. He has a new calling at church teaching the 8 year old class. Word on the street is that he is a pretty good teacher, but I already knew that. I just asked him what else I should write about him, and he replied, "that I'm a boy genius." So, there you have it. Boy genius over and out.
Katie - As aforementioned, she has been curling her hair and applying make-up, and if that wasn't shallow enough for you, she has also been experimenting with lip color only to find out fuchsia is not her shade. She also stays busy with the kids. She likes to read and is open to suggestions. Aside from these jaw-dropping revelations, her feet are cold - always.
Calvin - This guy is getting ready to start karate. He is happy to start, but does not want to wear the uniform. (I guess it's a little too Karate Kid for his tastes). He also likes to read his Pokedex, which for all you outsiders, is an index of Pokemon. There are over 700 Pokemon. He can do a great impression of babysitter, and he is still a solid helper around the house. There are never any crumbs left when it is his turn to sweep under the table.
Wyatt - He has become the class clown, or I guess we should call it the family clown. He's always ready with a sweet joke. And his jokes are always the epitome of sophistication, centering on any bodily function. He and Calvin are both enjoying the new trampoline. I often hear him say, "Hey, let's go jump on the tramp." Cold or warm, you can find them out there playing and laughing. He despises his chores and often takes upwards of two hours emptying the dishwashers, pausing after every cup or piece of silverware to either complain about the heaviness of his load or take a very long bathroom break.
Cyrus - All. And I mean All this child wants to do is put on clothes and take them off. All day long, he follows me around with some piece of clothing and will ask me to put it on him. It sounds similar to this: "lellow pans, peas" (translation: yellow pants, please) or "wed shurt" (red shirt). He usually has 4-5 layers on. This morning when I made him put on his church clothes, he nearly had a heart attack. He did not want to wear them. He also says, WHY? after you tell him no though I am pretty sure that he doesn't know what WHY means. He and Noah do this cute thing when I am putting Cy to bed. I will scoop him up and say, "It's time for night-night." Noah will reach one arm towards him and say, "No, my Cyrus!" and Cyrus will in turn reach out his arm and say, "My Noah, My Noah!" They both have pretend sad faces on and then they will smile at each other. It's pretty cute.
There you have it. A little update with a promise for better pictures next week.
