Tuesday Tidbits

Here is a good reason to have a brother:

We were at the park today and Roman got hung out to dry on a bar. Basically, he must have been swinging on it, lost momentum and was unable to get his feet back to semi solid ground. So he was hanging there calling "mom, help".

I did what any mom of 3 boys would do, I called, "dude, your feet are like 2 feet off the ground. Just drop!"

"help! I am stuck!" he called again.

Slowly, I got up from the bench. Don't judge me. I like the bench. This is the first time in 5 1/2 years of motherhood that I can sit on the bench. No one is eating woodchips. No one is diving off equipment, and the baby can climb the rock wall and up a slide safely.

In fact my boys favorite activity is for all 3 of them (and friends if available) to run up the twirly slide and then all go down at the same time and land in a pile. Yes, we are that family.

Anyway, Roman is still hanging.

And I am walking toward him, urging him to just let go.

Deacon beat me to the scene and got on the bridge above him.

"drop!" I heard.

Then Roman's feet hit the ground and off he ran on his quest to be a superhero.

I called after him, "Roman! Way to go! That wasn't so bad was it?"

He glanced back at me but made no comment.

Deacon walked up. "good job encouraging him!" I said.

Deacon was wiping his hands together like he had just completed a job well done. "I let go for him, mom. I just peeled his fingers off."

Nice.

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The boys have been playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. No, they have never seen the show or movie but they saw a picture of one, asked a lot of questions and are now making up their own plots loosely based on the TMNT facts that they know.

Those facts are:

-Teenage turtles became superheros

-they like pizza

-they live in a sewer.

-the man hole cover is one of the round ones, not a square one.

-they have a leader who is a very large rat (I told them he was a wolf, but their dad corrected us all. Very large rats kind of look like wolves, don't you think?)

-They each have a weapon

-one of them is in charge of driving vehicles

- one of the weapons is a "woodchuck". No matter how many times I correct him, he insists that is what it is.

So today Deacon put his knight breastplate on his back to be his shell and off they went to the "sewer" to get their plans ready for fighting the "bad guys". They did something and I heard Roman's little voice say, "sorry other teenage turtle."

Notice that the above list doesn't include names. I kind of like "Other teenage turtle".

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Deacon had a dream last night. He was fighting a bulldog in front of our church. Dekes finally got the upper hand and pushed the bulldog into a laundry basket. The bulldog died and all that was left were his bones. We put the bones in the car and drove it to a museum where they reassembled the skeleton. I guess he remains at the museum to this day.

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In other news, we have finalized the tile for the downstairs bathroom and I think I have picked out a paint color. Let the demolition begin! I hope that Noah and I find tiling therapeutic because I would like to do my backsplash in the kitchen and tile in front of my sliding glass door too :)