A day in the life...

Noah is the Master of the Non-Sequitur. Some of my favorites from today:

"Mom, I'm going to need something to drink because I'm going to cuddle with Mabel now."

Me: "Noah, this is Dennis. He's gonna clean our gutters for us." Noah: "Mommy, sometimes I don't like it when mushrooms grow."

"Daddy, I need some juice because my finger hurts."

Other children -isms from today that I feel I need to share:

Luke recently learned the word "no." (He's a late talker, to say the least.) This is literally the only word that comes out of his mouth that anyone but his parents could understand. Clear as a bell. So this afternoon, he strolled up to Mabel, sat down in front of her, and said, "No!" Mabel walked away. Luke got up, followed her, sat back down in front of her and again said, "No!" Again, Mabel departed. Again, Luke followed, sat down and told her, "No!" I have no idea what Mabel was doing that Luke didn't like, but this all went on for about 5 minutes. Hysterical. Matt says I need to video these things and post them. We'll see about that...

Matt and I took the boys out for a "walk" tonight. I filled a plastic cup with a glass of wine before we left the house, because I knew this wasn't gonna be easy. We first spent the 30 minutes of the "walk" assembling a push-trike that we bought for Luke. We figured he'd enjoy being pushed around on his own bike while Noah rode his big-boy bike. We leashed the dog, grabbed the wine and the bikes, and headed down the driveway and out of the cul-de-sac. It took us 45 minutes to go the length of 3 houses. Luke only wanted to hold Mabel's leash. Then he wanted to hold her leash while he sat on his bike. Mabel only wanted to pee in the neighbor's yard. Noah didn't want to pedal his bike -- he only wanted to be pushed. Then Noah wanted to ride Luke's bike and Luke wanted to ride Noah's bike. Then they fought over who was going to hold Mabel's leash. Then Luke abandoned his pursuit of the leash when he realized Noah's bike was unattended. He made a mad dash for the big-boy bike, but he apparently forgot he's only 21 months old and can't reach high enough to climb on. This fumbling took just long enough for Noah to figure out what was going on, drop the leash and furiously attempt to reclaim his bike. So Luke starts screaming. At this point, we decide to abort our mission of cruising the block and just head back home. We ended up walking home with Matt carrying Luke and holding Mabel's leash, while Noah pushed Luke's bike and I pulled Noah's bike, wishing I'd filled my glass a little more.

Both of these stories likely fall into the category of "you had to be there," but Matt & I are about to open our second bottle of wine right now, so who the hell cares.