The Great Yellow Signal Light Debate

In the back seat of Mrs. Scott's car, after coming to a light, our two oldest had an argument over the meaning of a yellow signal light.

Seven year old: "It's a warning that the light will turn red."
Four year old: "It means that the light will turn red and to slow down."
7: "You don't have to slow down. It's just going to turn red."
4: "You're supposed to slow down. When the light turns yellow, mommy slows down and stops."
7: "When the light turns yellow, daddy goes through it."

Little Caesar

Little Caesar. No, not pizza, silly. Salad.

Our 1.5 year old has taken to loving salad, especially Caesar salad. The other night at the table, he was eating salad, and a larger piece of lettuce had broken in the middle where he was chewing. The fold occurred at his mouth and the large half hung down, draped over his entire chin as he chewed. The motion of the lettuce moving up and down as he chewed combined with the completely child like "Is there something the matter?" look on his face was priceless. Kodak moment missed.

Was Daddy Fired?

I lost my job on Tuesday, and didn't go to work on Wednesday. Our seven year old asked if I were sick. Mrs. Scott said no. Tonight we sat him down to explain our situation and he was one step ahead of us. Kids know way more than we give them credit for.

The Breakfast of Little Champions

Our 19 month old opened the cupboard, got some cereal out, poured it into a bowl, opened the fridge and got the milk out, poured it onto the cereal. Then he opened the silverware drawer and reached his hand up into the drawer (not being able to see that high), grabbed a spoon out, then sat down in his chair at the table and ate his cereal. He sees many things his older brothers do, and I'm sure he's seen quite a bit of cereal prep. Nineteen months old.

One, Two, Fwee, Foh!

Our 19 month old is saying words now, and grandma taught him to count to four. I just love seeing our kids grow into the next phases of life. Wow.

There Goes The Train

I'm sitting here awake, already having slept several hours on the couch, and I'm going to bed. Just as I was wondering what to type, I heard the train, which is less than a mile away and can be seen from the front yard. We have two train tracks going through town, so the train can be heard quite often.

I'm Seven

Our middle son just turned four. He's often heard replying to people who ask that he is seven. I think he's taking this from his older brother. But, he's got the holding four fingers up thing down.