Kuba-isms

Kuba made up a new word today....ear nug. It's his term for an ear lobe. I like ear nug much better thank you.

Today, as he was sitting on the toilet, he turned to Anna and said..."I wonder what it feels like to be a wall?"

And later he said. " I think I would like to be a poodle.....no, maybe I just want to be a puddle". He then proceeded to laugh really hard at this.

This boy is FUNNY!

New Zebra Backpack

Kuba got a new backpack that looks just like a zebra. He is smitten with it. For days now he has fallen asleep with it on. Adorable attachment, but I can't imagine it is comfortable. We have been removing it once he is down for the count. (But not before we documented his four year old desire to remain connected to this animal pack.)

Warm Cider

The boys and I went sledding today and it was really fun. The hill was just steep enough, the temperature freezing, but manageable, and the boys loved it. Afterwards we went to a small bakery and got some warm cider. I just happened to snap this of Anders as he sipped his cider, the sun streaming in the window, and his eyes peering at me from above his white mug.
Beautiful moment.

These boys of mine....

are so darn cute!

Grandma!

Anders drew the above picture of my mom and he pretty much captured her. Bright red hair - even though at 86 we know it's most likely pure white even though we've never seen anything but that copper red head. Green eyes, glasses, earrings - yep, that's her.

I also posted a photo of Grandma playing with Kuba in his fort. Even though she is very old now, she will still crawl on the floor with my children to play. This I can not be more grateful for. I am so happy that my parents are playful. They've always been and always will be. Anders and Kuba define my dad as "silly grandpa." Of course, this description always comes with laughing and gleeful, shining eyes.

I miss my parents. And I mean this more than the literal translation. I miss my parents - the ones I grew up with, the ones that had unbelievable energy and spunk and vitality. The ones that could see, hear, walk with ease, and play. They are so fragile now. And even though my mom crawled on the floor with my son, I know that how she plays with him, compared to how she played in the past is very different. Yet, I am still grateful. I am glad that the boys have this opportunity to experience their very dear, very old grandmother ...who can hardly hear them, often misunderstands them, yet loves them to death. And they know it.

ps- I love the exclamation point Anders put after her name. It sums it right about up.

I'm Ready to Read, Oh Yeah!

I'm Ready to Read!

Check out this amazing video of Anders teaching Kuba a song he learned in school.

Late Night Musings

I often wish I could remember all of the fabulous and funny and weird things my kids say at night right before they fall asleep. It's so darn good and I always think I can remember it, but nearly always I forget.

But tonight I remembered...

Kuba was up rolling around, restlessly avoiding sleep and he had a lot of things to say. Here's what I recall:

"Mommy, I love Bingo and Eli and Eggy so much (his imaginary friends.) Today at the table they were pretending to be a piece of paper, like this. Isn't that funny, Mommy?!" He then showed me with his body by laying very straight and flat. Then, he brought his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, and said "And then they pretended to be a crunched up piece of paper like this.

Isn't that so funny Mommy?"

Yes, it is. But you my love, are way more funny than they can ever be!