Quality Time

Me (with much excitement in my voice): "How was your first day of school?"
Ole (muttering): "Stupid."
Me (ignoring what he said): "What did you do?"
Ole (like he can't believe what an idiot his mother is): "Nothing."

First Day

Oh my god. Today is his first day of kindergarten. I can't believe it. 

He was so brave. He didn't even cry.

gross

I hate this guy.

Thanks for asking though...

Ole: "Can I burp him?"
Me: "No. Not right now."
Ole: "Can I fart him?"

brothers...

 

Pardon my language

My sweet, sweet boy was playing with a new toy yesterday when it stopped working...and this is what he said:

"Stupid motherfucker."

Even though he had spent the day with his grandmother, Rune decided to ask him where he learned that word. At first he didn't want to name names...but after some pressure from his dad, he did. It was some kid at camp.

I still think he was covering up for my mother. 

Shhhhhh

Both kids are still asleep! I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I've had my coffee and made Ole's lunch. I've gotten dressed and put on makeup. I've swept the floor.

And. They're. Still. ASLEEP.

WOW.

This may be the best morning of my life. Is that wrong?

Luke and Noah

 

Luke

Look at his little furrowed brow... 

Big Brother

Here he is on Saturday morning. He's eating scrambled eggs and toast (which he made)...watching a movie...and soothing his fussy brother by bouncing the baby chair with his foot. 

My Little Housekeeper

So he's decided he likes to vacuum...but this is how he does it. He turns over the vacuum...picks up stuff from the rug...and then drops...the dirt, cat fur, sand, crumbs or whatever...into the suction of the vacuum.

What's really fun...is for him to say, "Mama...pretend this (clump of fur) is you...and you're being dropped into this tube."