What.a.Day.

Believe me when I say that NOTHING has been going on.  It has been the longest, slowest week ever with absolutely nothing of note to blog about (other than a trip to a park, where nothing really happened, though I did get some fun pictures of the boys).

Until today.

Today, it seemed like blog-able material was coming at me like machine gun fire. There was Jones's existential fit and Freddie's climb out of his walker. Jones colored on his Thomas the Train roller-coaster track; Freddie fed me Cheez-Its ... that he took out of his mouth, bless his heart. 

So lest I forget anything, I'm sitting down now to write about it, so these sweet memories are captured forever.

1) Jones's top two year molars are coming in. After the hell that was the bottom ones coming in, I thought, surely, God would spare us the same perdition with the uppers.  He didn't.  Sweetest boy in the world turns into the meanest when he's cutting these bad boys. And, sometimes, the change can happen in an instant. That's how it happened this morning. I was taking the boys to the back of the house for their naps, and Jones just did NOT want to go. So he was going BANANAS. So I put him in his room and shut the door to come back and deal with the fit as soon as I'd put Freddie in his crib.

When I got back to Jones's room, I couldn't see him anywhere.  I wondered if he were hiding behind one of the rockers. And then I heard a little, "Maaaaa-muhhhhh" coming through the louvred  door of his closet. In his rage, I guess, he'd gotten himself IN there, but he couldn't figure out how to get himself out.  Before I got over there, he DID figure it out, but it was pretty adorable - the situation, that is, not the fit.

2) After his nap, Freddie was in his walker, watching "Sho" (Jones for "Special Agent Oso") and eating White Cheddar Cheez-Its. He started feeding me one for every one he ate, and THEN, he started feeding me the ONES he ate.  He'd put it in his mouth and then take it out to offer to me.  Isn't that "sweet" of him?

3) I very innocently said, "Oh, crap!" today.  Immediately after, Jones said, "Oh, crap!" That to say ... time for Mama to watch her mouth.

4) Before bed every nite, Jones helps me clean up his playroom.  I'm actually amazed with how he knows where everything goes.  "Where does this belong?" I'll ask, and he'll take it and put it right where it goes.  Tonite, one of the slides for his Handy Manny Flashlight was in his toolbox. I'd just thrown it in there to get it off the floor.  Well, Jones picked it out and said, "no, no."  It didn't belong there.

Silly me.

After I thought we were done, Jones walked over to the door and pointed to a train and a car that were hidden behind the open door. I was very impressed with his conscientious cleaning job.  Wonder if he does windows?!

5) We ate hamburgers for dinner today.  That meant that the boys had bite-sized pieces of hamburger meat and a torn-up bun. While the meat and the green beans were cooling, I put the buns on their trays to tide them over. Well, Freddie made quick work of his (as he always does - he'll sometimes feed himself by the fistful), but the rest of his dinner wasn't yet cool enough to feed him.

So Hungry Brother took matters into his own hands. He grabbed the arm of Jones's high chair and pulled himself - literally, moved the chair his booster seat was strapped to - right beside Jones and started picking off of his tray. 

So all that happened TODAY, which MORE than made up for a week full of nothin'.
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Here are some recent pictures.  If there's anything worth mentioning, I'll put it in the caption.  If not, I won't!

Camden's Hurricanes basketball team played against the
Oakwood Eagles at our church / school in Anderson.
The boys and I went along for the game.

so many memories of sitting in those
same bleachers so long ago

Oh, here's another story. The boys were
in the playroom one day last week,
and I heard a thud, like someone had fallen,
but there was no cry (which kinda scared me,
to be honest), so I went in to check,
and Freddie was on the floor but fine.
A few minutes later, I went back in and
saw Freddie like this - the lengths he'll
go to to work a puzzle! Suddenly, I knew
what'd caused the thud earlier.

Freddie was having trouble "powering" the train,
so Jonesie stepped in to help.

They're starting to spend MOST of the
day in the playroom - since it's been
to cold to get outside.

Just as he pushed him on Thomas, Jones
volunteered to push Freddie in the swing.
Sweet boy.