Sunday, July 8, 2012

Sunday morning treat

My church offers cookies and juice after the mass each Sunday, which is great because it helps my boys behave in mass.  I am constantly whispering in their ears during mass: "Knock it off or you won't get a cookie and juice afterwards." It usually works.

This morning, 3 yr old Jack had trouble behaving and lost his juice privilege but was allowed a cookie.

After mass, we were outside with our cookies when Robert took Jack's cookie, thinking he wasn't allowed to have it.  Of course, this resulted in tears and screams.  The priest came over and asked Jack what was wrong.  He walked Jack back over to the cookies and gave him four.  Then he led him to the church office where they have a huge basket of lollipops.  Jack silently followed him and picked one out. 

When we got back outside, Grandma Maureen asked him who gave him the lollipop.

Jack looked at her with big eyes, in awe, and said "God!"

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Happy 4th of July


We started the day off with Robert's swim practice....





Then we got the kids dressed for the 4th of July parade




Robert rode in the swim team's truck, filled with water. 
They threw candy to the kids and splashed water on everyone.





And Jack rode his bike behind the truck, with me and Alex.


After spending the rest of the day at the pool, we had a fun evening of shooting
off fireworks with our neighbors.  Happy 4th of July!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

I'm hiding my car keys

Being the little brother, Jack seems to think he can do anything his big brother can do.  For example, Jack is now jumping off the high dive at our pool.  At age 3.

His daddy was jumping off the high dive during break with another dad, trying to splash the kids on the side of the pool.  Somehow, Jack climbed up the high dive unnoticed until he was standing at the end of the board.  All the kids at the pool cheered him on and so Jack jumped.  It was only 2 weeks ago where he refused to get his face in the water.  Now he is jumping off the diving boards and dog paddling to the side.

Jack also tries to sneak sips of my Coke when I'm not looking.  He is constantly asking me for his own soda.  The other day we had this conversation (oh, and Jack now INSISTS that everyone call him Big Boy):

ME:  How old are you?

BIG BOY: I'm three!

ME: Well, I'm sorry, but three year olds cannot drink soda.

BIG BOY:  I'M NOT THREE!  I'M SIXTEEN!  I can also drive.  I just have to put your keys in the ignition and turn them.


OK, now that worries me.  I think we are going to have to hide the car keys from now on so I won't find my minivan driven into the front of my house.