Burpaholic

Thomas has just figured out how to make himself burp whenever he wants. And he does. For hours on end. All day long. Until I say, "NO MORE BURPING FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!" See how nice and calm and patient I am about it? :-)

It actually is kind of funny when he catches me off guard. He'll come up when I'm busy with something else and say, "Hey, Mommy! Guess what I'm really good at?" And since I'm distracted, I'll answer, "What sweetie?" "Buuuurrrrrpppppp!" (That was my attempt at typing the sound of him burping really loudly in my face and not him actually saying the word burp.) And then he runs off giggling before I can tickle him.

The other night, David was washing Thomas' hair in the bathtub. Thomas yelled, "Daddy stop! I've got soap in my eyes." David in his typical ohnothingshouldbotheryoubecauseyou'reatoughguy way said, "Oh Thomas, that doesn't hurt because this is baby shampoo and it says here, 'No Tears!'" Then Thomas said, "Well, I'm a big kid and it DOES hurt my eyes!!"

Both boys spent the night with my parents on Friday night. It was Jonathan's first sleepover and from what I heard, it went really well. Thomas was so cute planning for the night. He said he was going to be in charge of Jonathan and that Grandma and Grandpa were in charge of him. He also said if his brother got sad at any time and started crying, that he'd stop whatever he was doing and come running. I don't think his services were needed but it was a typical sweet Thomas offer. Thomas did tell on Grandma though. The boys were coloring at the kitchen table and according to Thomas, "Grandma wasn't paying attention and Jonathan wrote on himself with pink marker." I'm sure Thomas had nothing to do with distracting Grandma. :-)

Preschool Questionnaire

Tonight was Open House at Thomas' preschool. Included in his packet of letter books, number books and various other cute arts and crafts was this questionnaire titled "A Peek Into Your Child's Mind." Click on it to view it larger.Ok, so now my question is, of all the things he could have said about me, why did he choose to comment on the 2-5 times a year I actually get to take a nap...when I'm SICK!?!?!?!?

Like Father, Like Son

Want proof that Thomas is David's son? How's this? On Sunday evening, Mom was asking Thomas all about Mayfest. He told her it was fun. She asked what he liked best. He said, "All of it." David and I said, "The Scorpion?" "Oh YEAH! That was the funnest, scariest ride out there!" And then Mom asked him what else he did at Mayfest. His reply? "I can't remember that cause it was yesterday." Sounds just like his daddy who can't remember what he had for breakfast. :-)

Spoilin' Time

My grandmother is visiting. She's staying with my folks but we're trying to spend as much time with her as we can. Today, we went to pick her up and bring her to our house so she could spend the day with us while Mom and Dad were working. On the way home, I asked if Chick Fil A sounded good for lunch. Thomas said, "Or maybe Old McDonald's?" Have I mentioned that that's what he calls McDonald's? Has since he could talk. I said, "Well, let's ask Gma what she'd like." Grandma turned around in the seat and whispered to Thomas, "What do I want for lunch?" He whispered back, "Old Mick." She said, "What?" "Old McDonald's!" Then she turned back around and said, "I believe I'd like to have McDonald's today." See what I mean? :)

Mayfest and More

We went to Mayfest yesterday. It was our first time to go and we had a blast. We tried to get there in time to see Natalie dance, but found that leaving your house at 2:30, driving, parking, walking 25 minutes to get to the gate, waiting in line for 30 minutes to buy tickets, and then running across the park to get to her stage gets you there just after she's finished a little before 4. But we rode rides and watched shows with them afterwards so it was still fun.

Thomas had hurt his neck the previous morning. Bad enough that he spent the morning crying and laying on the couch. He started feeling better by Friday night and was actually sitting upright and playing with some toys (yeah!) but was still hurting a little yesterday morning. He even wanted to skip his t-ball game. Since he was acting better, just favoring one side a little, we encouraged him to go and try and he did fine. By yesterday afternoon, he was completely better. So he rode one of the wildest, scariest rides out there. The Scorpion.
See David and Thomas in the car on the top left? By the pole on the left? Crazy! I'll ride roller coasters all day long but you will NOT get me on one of these rides. By the way, the blur on this shot is intentional. :-) Look for a slightly better intentionally blurred shot on my Pics By Kim blog tomorrow.
And then after he got off, Bethany's friend Kendra wanted to ride and no one would ride with her so Thomas volunteered. Your 13 year old friend won't ride with you? Ask a 5 year old! :)
At dinner last night, Thomas heard a song on the radio, "You Raise Me Up," and asked who was singing that song. I said I didn't know. He said, "Well, is it Ben?" A You Tube search later proved that it was Josh Groban. Josh Groban or my cousin Ben. Easy to get the two confused. :-)

On the way home, David and I giggled after listening to me say something that we never thought I'd have to say, "Don't spit in the car and don't spit on your brother." Boy the things we have to deal with as parents. :-)