This morning on the way to school Bo and Avee were reminiscing on the old days, back when they had chicken pox. They of course don't really remember it (Avee was 18 months) but they've seen pictures and think they remember it. Avee referred to a rash Bo recently had and how they mistakenly thought it was chicken pox. Bo said Dad told them pox were bigger and more red. So he concluded that what he had was basically "an assistant chicken pox".
Danyo is obsessed with Weird Al right now. He can quote the entire first scene from his "Fat" video, but claims his favorite part is, "Ding dong man, ding dong!"
Today in the middle of preschool at our house, he was suddenly done and wanted to watch, "So-jin". You know, like a so-jin, cuttin' for the very fohst time....
I was so very glad that the first week of preschool was at my house so that the other nice girls I go to church with didn't have to hear my 3 year old singing to the tune of "Like a Virgin". And dancing like Weird Al imitating Madonna. It's all just very wrong. And funny.
Why can't my kids be obsessed with Star Wars or something?
I started doing a little preschool co-op this week with 4 other little 3 year olds. They are all so very cute. Darling little three year olds all excited to be in preschool, to learn, to have backpacks.
Except my little schnookums. It seems this preschool business has interrupted his television watching time. He'd like to not have it on Wednesday. This makes me so proud.
Bo had his first wrestling tournament this weekend. He gave a good ralley, but didn't beat anyone. This was very hard for him. He got a 4th place trophy, which is basically just an insult to him. What happened to "you didn't win, sorry, you don't get anything"? Avee and Danyo are insanely jealous of the little 4th place trophy but Bo is annoyed at the insult of it.
I think that's pretty much all I have to say.