The (not so best) "tucker-inner"

Grandma and Grandpa Ludlum are visiting this weekend. Last night Steve was tucking the boys in at bedtime and told them that they should ask Grandpa to tuck them in because he is the "best tucker-inner." I should note here that usually the person who can wrap the boys up the tightest - so they can't move their little bodies around - is the best "tucker-inner." What happened next is a perfect example of how different my two boys are:

Michael & Jack: "Grandpa, can you tuck us in? Why are you the best tucker-inner?"
Grandpa: "Because I used to tuck your Dad in and I am really good at tucking little boys in."

Grandpa tucks them both in gently

Jack: "What's so good about that?!" (obviously upset about Grandpa's inferior tucking-in skills)
Michael: "That was really good, Grandpa! Thank you!"

My brains, my brains!

Poor Jack hit his head pretty hard.  He and Michael were wrestling and he fell into the solid wood bed that Grandpa Mike made for him. Jack was crying and crying and I came in and felt his head. I didn't mean to, but I gasped when I felt the huge bump that he had (oops).  Jack felt his head and was hysterical.  We sat on the couch for a bit with some ice on his bump, and every time Jack felt his head again, he would start crying uncontrollably.  Steve came in with him so I could have a break, then came to me a few minutes later laughing.  Steve had asked Jack why he was so sad and Jack said "Dad, feel this -my brains are falling out!"

Swim Team!

I usually only post when the kids do something funny, but bare with me.  Today was the first day of swim team! The boys had a blast!

 Here's Michael on the right:

and on the way back:

When it was Jack's turn to swim the length of the pool (they had to show the lifeguards that they could swim that far in order to be on the team), he realized that the other kids were ahead of him and decided to get out of the pool, run ahead to the end of the lane, then jump back into the pool to beat the other kids!  He was pretty popular after that! 

Here's Jack telling the coach that he wants to work on diving:

The coaches/lifeguards were a little confused about what to do with the little (ages 4-7) guys... here they are discussing what to do next...

Our little Michael Phelps:

 Jack and his friend Garret practicing their kicks:

Overall, a very fun time!  Good thing we get to do it again tomorrow,

 and the next day, and the next day...

Trying SO hard!

The other day Jack was driving Michael crazy by copying him.  Anything Michael wanted, Jack wanted.  Milk instead of his usual apple juice for breakfast? Ok by Jack.  No ketchup on his hamburger that day? Jack said "fine." Michael was trying everything to get his brother to stop copying.  Finally, Michael had a heart-to-heart with him and Jack promised to try to not copy his big brother all day Thursday. 

Thursday

I took the boys to Cold Stone for ice cream after running a million errands.  I asked the boys what they wanted and after stalling for a long time...

Jack: "Whatever Michael is having." 

Michael: "Mom, Jack is copying me again. Jack, I thought you were going to try to not copy me all day today."

Jack: "Michael, I said try and try is when you try to do something. I tried."

Michael: "Two small peanut butter perfections please." 

Oh, Jack.

Jack and Steve were outside this morning mowing the lawn. When Steve was emptying the lawn mower, Jack said "Dad, I want to go cow-tipping-overing sometime. You know, when you push the cow and they run away." 

Everyone misses Daddy

Steve is coming home today! Normally it's not this big of an occasion, but I think summer vacation has put a new spin on things. I am excited about having another adult around the house, and the kids are excited about playing with someone other than me :-)  While I have been cleaning, Jack has been hard at work making signs to hang on the doors: 

He told me that this one has X's and O's 

because "Grandma Sharon always puts X's and O's on  her 

cards, and that means kisses and hugs". 

This one started out with big letters but Jack had a lot to say, so I ran out of room. 

He's getting to be quite the tracer, though! 

Your WHAT is falling off?

Actual conversation:

Jack: "Dad, can this part of your penis fall off?" 

(Thank me for sparing the pictures this time)

Dad: "What?!"

Mom: hiding behind book laughing hysterically

Jack: "Is this part of my penis falling off?"

Dad: "I don't know. Ask your Mom."

Jack: "Mom, is this part of my penis falling off?"

Mom: "No, I think it's fine."

Jack: "Is it bad if this part of your penis falls off?"

Dad: "It's bad if any part of your body falls off.  Go get in the bath."

Jack: "Ok." (walks away and looks very concerned)

Dad: "Jack, did your brother tell you that?"

Jack: "Yes."