Decisions Decisions.

Thought it might interest you to hear that today my 2 year old decided it would be a good idea to take off his diaper, pop the screen out of the window, stand in the window frame and pee out onto the driveway. Nice.

Cardon.

Sunday morning when I came out to get the kids breakfast going I found Cardon (my 2 year old) sitting in his brother's high chair, wrapped up in my table cloth, wearing these killer shades.

Growing Pains

Honestly my 4 year old thinks two decades ahead of himself. He has spent the last couple of weeks SERIOUSLY concerned by what he's going to do when he grows up. We spend hour upon hour, truly and Richie can attest to it, conversing about different occupations, and after each discussion he gives me every con imaginable and then it's back to the drawing board.

Today we're driving along, once again discussing Raleigh's 20year plan, when I suggest that hey may want to consider a career in dentistry.

Mom: "Hey, I know one we haven't thought of! You could be a dentist!" I say.

Raleigh: (Cue voice of exasperation bordering complete fury) "A DENTIST!?! (pause for further reflection, aka disgust). . . A DENTIST??!?!?!!"

Me: "Ok, so I take it you DON'T want to be a dentist."

Raleigh: "That is SO GROSS!"

Dad: "Why is that gross Raleigh?"

Raleigh: "A DENTIST!?!?!? And stick my hand down people's mouths?" And I promise you this next line came from his mouth verbatim: "Seriously mom, that is SO GROSS!" Then he paused for a few seconds and in complete exasperation he said, "Dad, would you EVER be a dentist?!?"

I got a great laugh out of this, the deep hardy belly kind! Mmmm.

Quote of the Day

We had to make an airport run late late late last night to pick Richie up from a business trip on Kauai. We're listening to the radio, and I can tell that Raleigh is getting tired, because when he gets sleepy, the chatter bug comes out. He talks and talks and talks and talks.

"Mom is there any way to really fly besides an airplane?"

"Well, you could go skydiving like Uncle Erik and Aunt Kindsay did, remember?"

"No, I mean REALLY fly, with nothing on my body at all?"

"Well if you become an astronaut then you could float that's kindof like flying."

From here I am forced to delve into the gravitational pull of the Earth, explain that no, he couldn't just go floating in space because he would float away and we'd never be able to find him, but he doesn't "want a ROOOOPE" holding him to his spacecraft, he just wants to "FLY" (pronounced "FA LIE!")

The conversation went from, well I'd say probably from Hauula to AT LEAST the H3 cutoff (a good 35 min), when the incessant chatter was momentarily interrupted by the radio announcer,

"Playing Hawaii's HOTTEST music!"

Raleigh sat quiet a long time, I actually wondered if he'd fallen asleep, I looked in the rear view mirror to watch his head bob a few times and his eyes begin to drift shut, when suddenly he flew to a seated position and BURST out, "Wait a minute! That is NOT Hawaii's hottest music." A firm declaration "I W I L L N O T S A L E E E E E P!"

Thank you Raleigh for liberating the world of the exaggerations of radio personalities one solitary station at a time.