Joshi's New Boobie

Jack had a birthday party yesterday for his little school friend Abby.  We made a Target run to pick up a gift for Abby and of course headed straight for the Barbie aisle.  Before actually making it to the real Barbie's I got hung up on a larger, Barbie-ish type gal, called a Moxie.  These Moxie Girlz are so cute and stylish, I couldn't resist.  We brought little "Avery" home and laid her peacefully on the dining room table.  That is until Joshi set his sights on this unfamiliar little being that had suddenly graced our presence.  I think I had to take the box from him for what felt like sixteen times.  Yeah, yeah, I know... I should have put her somewhere he couldn't reach but secretly, it was pretty darn cute to watch.  

Time passed and Avery had been forgotten until....

Joshi: "Mommy, I want a boobie."

Mom: "Say what?"

Joshi: "I want a boobie."

(Jack is laughing in the background)

(Dad is chuckling right along with Jack.)

Mom: "What do you want sweety.... ohhhh (light bulb) you want a Barbie?"

Joshi: "Yes, a boobie (said like duh, I just told you that three times!)"

Joshi: "Do you have two boobies Mommy?"

(Jack's laughing has turned hysterical now.)
Jack: "Joshi, it's now boobie, it's barbie!"

Joshi: "Well can I have the boobie?"

Mom: "Tell you what, if you stay in bed and take a really good nap for Daddy today while Mommy  and Jack are at the birthday party, I'll bring a barbie home for you.  Deal?"  

(Side note: This bride in direct response to a very rough nap routine the day prior.  I'm not afraid to bribe when appropriate and potentially necessary.)

Joshi:  Jumping up and down - "yeah, yeah."

Mom: "What color hair would you like your barbie to have?' 

Joshi: "Black, definitely."

Jack and I headed to the party.  It was at a community center gymnasium and as soon as we walked in and I met Abby, I could tell she was more of a sports kind of gal (sports invitation, at a gymnasium, duh!)  Suddenly the Moxie Girl felt a little out of place.  What can I say... I have three boys!  I was so blinded by the thought of buying something girlie, I may have missed the sports boat.

Our sweet little Josh held up his end of the deal and took a long nap for Daddy.  Hooray, because it would have broken my heart not to give him his new boobie, I mean barbie.  We presented "Sophina" and his eyes were aglow.  The boys took her under their wing and welcomed her to the family with open arms, but of course she didn't stay in one piece for long.  It took exactly 1.3 minutes to loose her first boot while the second stayed on for an impressive 2.4 minutes.  She's now the footless wonder but Joshi loves her just the same.

Joshi kindly allowed Jack to sleep with his new boobie but demanded her prompt return upon waking.  I didn't have the heart to separate the little loves so I agreed to let Sophina attend school.  As we were walking to his room, little chatty charlie announced to anyone within earshot "look at my new boobie, I got a new boobie."  Most people got it because he'd hold Sophina out as he was saying it.  But for those that didn't get it and only heard boobie, well, that was just plain funny.

Mr. Daydreamer

Just as we do every night, the boys and I cuddled up and read books before bed.  Joshi to my right and Jack and Jamison to the left.  They each got to pick a book and Jack picked Mr. Daydreamer.  We have all the "Mr." books but somehow managed to never have read this one.  We opened the book, started reading, and this is what we saw.  

For those that probably don't have their reading glasses on hand (you know who you are,) I'll read the very relevant parts.

"It's also a story about a little boy named Jack."  

Jack looked at me with a big smile and said "seriously, it's says Jack?"  I pointed to the word and he knew it was his name - the smile got even bigger.  

We read on... 

"And you don't know what he looks like, so here's a picture of him."  

Our eyes moved to the right to see this strangely familiar blonde image.  He looks just like OUR Jack.  Jack and I started giggling like little school girls and then suddenly stopped.  At that very instant, we both looked down at Jack's pajama's and realized that OUR Jack was wearing the exact same pj's as our little book friend.  The giggle turned into a full-on, 5-minute, laugh-so-hard-you-cry session.  Joshi and Jamison were in on it too initially, even though they had absolutely no idea what they were really laughing about.  After a minute or so, they stopped and just stared at Jack and I like we had suddenly grew two heads - the look on Jamison's face is burned in my memory because he was clearly thinking "what in the hell is wrong with these people?"  Joshi just couldn't figure out if we were actually laughing or actually crying.  I had to hug him and say "it's ok, it's just so funny" so he knew all was good.

Laugh-so-hard-you-cry moments are so very rare.  I feel incredibly lucky to have shared one with my three sweet peas tonights.  How awesome!

Special Person Day

We were cordially invited to "Special Person Day" at Jack's school.  The events of the day included a ship full of Kindergartners singing more songs about turkey's than I even knew existed and a post singing, classroom party party.  We were even lucky enough to play turkey bingo, using candy corn as the game pieces of course, and yell GOBBLE, GOBBLE instead of the traditional, boring old bingo.  The little cuties spent a whole week decorating and getting the classroom ready and it showed.  Jack was so proud!  Funny thing is, I thought "special person" referred to our sweet little Kindergartners, not us old people.

The grand entrance. Do you love their turkey drumstick hats or what?!?

We have turkeys, chefs, and pilgrims.

Oops, Thanksgiving seems to be missing its "A."

Prettiest Pancake

The boys and I made their favorite meal, blueberry pancakes.  After taking one of the pancakes off the griddle, we discovered it looked like a ladies head with big hair, so why not have some fun with it?  She is pretty, no?  Jeez, thinking I may just need a touch more estrogen in my life.  It's the little things....

Turkey - Real, Real?

Jack: "Mommy, is turkey real?"

Mom: "What do you mean 'real'?"

Jack: "Like real, real?"

Mom: "Like as in a real turkey?"

Jack: "Yes, but dead."

Mom: "Yes, the turkey we eat is real."

Jack: [hold for long pause]..... "But it's dead.  So it once was real but now it's dead."

Mom: "Yes hon, sometimes animals have to die so we can live."

Jack: [hold for another long pause - so long I thought the conversation was over]..... "Ok, can we have some beef with our turkey this year?"