Kid Happenings

I try not to digress here into too much cute kid stuff. After all, I'm not sure that it relates much to our theme of the adjustment to Chicago, and the internet is chock full these days of kid-oriented blogs. And yet, once in a while, there is some little tidbit that gives you the perfect picture of what life with these boys is like. So I give you this:

It's 6:15 AM. The boys come storming out of their room and then audibly slow themselves down, knowing as they do that we'll be far happier to see them if they approach us quietly. This is a new and most welcome development, and may have something to do with the big sign Matt posted on our bedroom door that reads: "QUIET!"

Lyle comes to my side of the bed and announces that his brother "Ba-ba" has stopped in the bathroom on his way in, which Lyle finds novel and most interesting. We discuss this for what seems like an eternity.

He clambers up my side of the bed and lies down right on me with his face in my face, as is his wont. After cuddling for a minute he picks his head up, looks at me and lisps somberly, "Mommy? I have to tell you something." Surprised by both his serious tone and the clarity of this sentence, I immediately ask, "What??"

"Nothing!" he says, in perfect imitiation of the irritating first grade joke, and collapses back on me with squeals of laughter.

Damn. Outdone by yet another 2-year old.