Michael and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Sunday was his Alexander day. He couldn't get his belt bucket to work. As I was brushing my hair in the bathroom, he was yelling, "STOP, GET OUT OF THERE, STOP IT!" Thinking it was Rachel he was yelling at, I looked and found she was right by me. So I asked, "Michael, what are you yelling at?"
"My jeans are doing bad things to my penis!" Hmm, no comment on that one.
Then he went to the van before Rachel and I were ready to leave. When we finally reach the van, he was inside crying. I expected the reason to be that we took too long. Nope, he was upset because he wanted to "scoot over" in his seat, but couldn't because the seatbelt was hurting his hip.

He fell asleep on the way to church.

Question...

Why is it that 95% of the toothpaste that is dispensed onto a 5-year-old's tooth brush ends up on the edge of the sink and counter? I clean so much wasted toothpaste from off the countertop. And it is Shrek toothpaste, so it looks like green snot!

Tonight I let Michael get into the bath tub with Rachel. She LOVED sharing the space with Brubba. He showed her how to blow bubbles and how to put your head into the water. She was so impressed and tried to mimic him. She screamed when I told her it was time to get out. Michael said, "Mom, I'm going to remind Sister when she gets older about this time that we took a bath together and she didn't want you to take her out because she was having so much fun."

You know a kid is sick when you offer him a cookie for dessert and he leaves it on the table untouched. Poor Michael has been fighting a fever off and on for 3 days, terrible runny nose and now goopy eyes. I've called the Dr. and really didn't get much help. "It's probably a virus, which in that case just make him comfortable until it runs it course." If he wakes up with goop again tomorrow, I'm bringing him in! I said, "it might be pink eye." He got all upset and said, "I don't want a black eye or a pink eye."

Missed Photo Op

So Rachel was sitting in a dinning room chair bare footed while I was feeding her macaroni and cheese. She'd taken her binky (Bee-tee) out long enough for the feeding. I happen to notice that she nonchalantly hung it on her big toe and was wiggling her toe. Man, I wish I had that photo. Of course as I tried to get up quickly to grab the camera, she took it off her toe and was more interested in the camera.

GIANTS - it's going to be a good year

The Giants won. It's going to be a good year in the Hewey house.

Time Flies

Rachel is 1-1/2 years old now. She talks pretty well and is starting to combine words: go way dog (from the sitter's house), c'mon Bubba (as she's being buckled into car seat and he is still playing outside), I SIT! (when she wants to side BESIDE me instead of on my lap), wollwit wollwit (from patty cake), come back.

As we're driving to the sitter's in the morning, she'll ask, "where's Dadda?" to which I answer where ever he happens to be, she'll say, "oh. Where's Bubba?"

She's a dancer. Any music makes her move; in the car, in front of the TV, anywhere. When it's the SpongeBob theme song, she drops what she's doing and comes running.






Michael is 5. Sometimes he thinks he knows everything. He's quite stylish. Has finally, after 3 years, started wearing jeans again. I thought he would be stuck in wind pants forever. Not sure what made him change his mind, but I'm glad he's switched up his wardrobe a bit. It's great to see the development through kindergarten. He's recognizing letters, both upper and lower case, and is trying to sound out words. He can count to twenty and usually gets 13 in the right spot.











They both love to color. Rachel will ask "colur?" whenever she sees the crayon tin. Her favorite part of coloring is dumping out the crayons.

Michael is getting good at staying in the lines.













They keep us busy!

For the last month and a half...

...the kids continue to grow. Michael had kindergarten screening and said some very funny things to the teacher.

When asked, "what do you like to do?" He answered, "play with my friends." When asked, "What do you like to do inside?" He answered, "watch TV." Then, (and I don't know why the guy asked this, but he did) when asked, "What do you like to do outside?" Michael looked at him sideways and said, "I already told you play with my friends, don't you remember?"

Another skilled task was to list as many animals out loud as he could while the guy timed him. His list included, "white tigers, orange tigers, dinosaurs, red wolf, lions, elephants, penguins..." everything from our trip to the zoo, basically. (well except for the dinosaurs) He completely left out pig, cow, chicken, horse, sheep, goat, cat, dog - you know, the basics.

Rachel is very close to walking. She can walk while only holding on to one grown up finger. She enjoys cruising around in the boat, along furniture and getting up under the table.

Big words for a 4-year-old

Michael was riding his bike on the porch and I was telling him that we should probably take the training wheels off this summer. He gave me a coy look and said, "I'm apprehensive." I, in shock at the large word, started laughing. He said, "that means nervous." He said he heard it on The Upside Down Show.

I love The Upside Down Show! http://www.noggin.com/shows/upsidedown.php

A word that he doesn't quite get right... "Mom, you're bespiculous." Huh? "You know, Daffy Duck says, 'That's bespiculous.'"