My Sons are Super...

The Incredible Hulk

"Mom, I don't think I can wear these anymore" my son said coming inside to show me his not so old jean shorts shredded from the button down to the side seam. He laughed and did the cartoon action of covering his privates and side stepped out of the room.

My response was for him to throw them away and change his clothes. Why didn't I ask in wide eyed amazement how it happened? Because...

This is the same son that ripped holes in the knees of his jeans two days after I bought them.

This is the same son that quietly approached me at the pool with his arms stiffly at his sides and told me we had to go home right now. Thinking he was ill, the sweet dear, I asked him what was wrong? He sheepishly exposed his swimtrunks ripped on both sides from the waist band to the hem....both sides.

Does he turn into some sort of freakishly strong kid when my back is turned?


The Incredible Bulk

Levi eats two breakfasts everyday. Two.
He can't stand to be left out of anything that involves food.
He runs to the kitchen if he hears the pantry door open or any crackling sound that may be a bag of food being opened.
He climbs up in his highchair with great glee and gets upset if you try to take him out before he has eaten everything you have to offer.
He bounces up and down and whimpers when we all sit down at the table and he doesn't have his plate yet.
What makes him happy when he is sad? Not a pacifier, not a bottle, not a blankie. Food.

Should I be concerned?



The Incredible Sulk

"Momma you and me wanna go the beach, but Grandma wouldn't take us!" said Isaac yesterday in the car.

My parents stopped by my house on their way to Florida, ummm something like 5 months ago. Isaac was so disappointed that they wouldn't take us too.

He is not letting that one go.