It’s just TOAST!

This was a really good day until dinnertime. Donovan and I had a good time shopping, he was dry all day, and he and Kelsey didn’t kill each other after school. But then came dinner, when Donovan spent over an hour refusing to eat one bite of peanut butter toast.

He said it was too “fluffy”, too “wiggly”, and too “dark”. He said he was afraid of peanut butter toast. When I told him “No talking back” he said he was afraid of the word No. He yelled “This is MY country, and I don’t eat peanut butter toast here!” (…and then fought with Kelsey when she pointed out that this is everyone’s country). He screamed and cried about how unfair it was. He even begged to go straight to bed rather than just EATING THE DARN TOAST.

He can’t be three forever, right?

Just a normal morning.

Taking laundry out of the washing machine, I found a yellow plastic screwdriver hiding inside a pillowcase.  I shook the water out of the screwdriver, checked the washer for further tools, and made a mental note to check pillowcases before washing.

I headed upstairs and found Donovan waiting for me, wearing an upside-down Easter basket on his head.

“I’m afraid of octopuses” he declared.

After assuring him that octopuses were not an immediate threat, I took him to the potty, where I had to explain for the millionth time why it is physically impossible for me to go to the bathroom for him.

And then I realized how strange it is that I find all of this normal.

Thank you, Pokemon.

You know your kid has seen too much Pokemon (thank the big sister!) when you have conversations like this.

Donovan: Next time I play with Big Brother*, I will become Big Brother, and he will evolve into a new Donovan!

Of course he thought I was crazy when I tried to explain that it’s not possible for one person to become another person. Because, he reasoned…

Donovan: I was a baby, and then I evolved into a big boy, and next I will evolve into a grown-up! And then you will evolve into a kid!

Have you ever tried to explain to a 3-year-old why a person stays the same person as they grow and change throughout their lives, no matter how different they may seem? Or why people are always getting older, but can never become younger? Or how growing up is a constant process and that you cannot simply become four years old RIGHT NOW no matter how much you want to or how many “big boy” things you can do?

I think my brain will explode if I hear “but WHY NOT?” one more time. “Evolving” into a kid sounds pretty good right now.

(*Son of Firemom. Yes, he does have a real name.)

Knock knock!

Yesterday Donovan made up his first knock-knock joke. Never mind the fact that it’s not actually a joke - he thinks it’s absolutely hysterical and launches into massive giggles every time he tells it!

-Knock Knock!

-Who’s there?

-Banana!

-Banana who?

-Banana is…a kind of FRUIT!!

Look, a blog!

I started this blog…

1. To keep out-of-town family and friends up-to-date on what’s going on in our lives.

2.  To help me remember all those “I need to write that down before I forget about it” kid moments that I inevitably forget to write down and/or tell anyone.

Because our lives are not particularly interesting to anyone but us, and because I seem to be physically incapable of writing more than a few sentences without using some kind of funny-nosed emoticon  ;c)  (see!!) this will probably not be the most wonderful blog in the world.  But you should read it anyway, because…

A) I have absolutely adorable children who do absolutely adorable things that I simply must share with the world  ;c)  (there go the emoticons again!), and

B) I said you should, and I’m the Mom.