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. :-)