A 3 and 5 year old

These two boys are a JOY to me.  I'll catch you up a bit on life with them.

Trevor is 5 now.  He tells me how he aspires to be a "surfer and fixer (of toys)" and, most recently, a chef.  I often ask, "And a Daddy?" He has told me he is going to have a hundred Trevor and Joel boys and maybe 3 girls. 

Some of his favorite foods are iceberg lettuce, honeydew, and asparagus.  I'm not making this up.  He gets JuMpY excited about them and I get lots of smiles from strangers in the produce section when I have to say, "Only ONE head of lettuce please.  Put the other four back."

Words come both easily and not-so-easily to him.  He is in the process of trying out new words and phrases.  For instance, he says Black Fader instead of Darth Vader.  For someone who has not seen Star Wars but has seen a picture of the lego version, it's a good guess. ; )  I think this might just be a boy thing, but he will also use "errrrrrch" (stopping sound) "boommm," and "zoom" as a verb in a regular sentence.  As in,  "Mom, the garbage truck just errrched in front of our house."

This morning right as the dark was fading in the house he asked if it was  morning or night.  "It's morning," I affirmed.  He then raced to the front room to pull open the blinds and see the sunrise.  "It gives wonder into my eyes." he explained to me. "And..it is adorable, too.   It's just so pretty."

Trevor blesses me with great conversation and imagination.  For the longest time he has told me all about his made up place named Children Town where he basically does everything cool and adult.  He hasn't talked about it in a couple of months, but I know this: Trevor is the Mayor.  All his many friends are there. He works in a blue office and the girls work in pink offices.  If I visit him, I have to ride in the back of the blue car that can drive underwater.  Trevor sometimes is in a band there and he rocks and plays drums and guitar.  He teaches all ages of people-- even babies and other children. He can teach kung fu, kicking, and fighting bad guys.  He can do things all independently and well. 

Joel is a giggly, snuggly, and can be quite fussy particular. 

He is so giggly that he'll laugh at the 40th raspberry in a row, the sound of the words "big dipper" and just about any funny look a friend throws at him.

He is so snuggly that he pushes my arm around him for book time and he prefers to fall asleep with his tiny little arms wrapped around my neck or with my arm over his belly tight like a seat belt.  Last night he told me, "No, jus like dis" and squeezed my cheek into proper position squoooshed next to his each time he woke up (see also "particular.")

I'll just share the loveable examples of his particular-ness.  I have had to put his socks on several times in a row to get them just right, he only wants to wear his underwear in a way that he can see the graphic which means they are sometimes backwards, and he will insist on having a turn rubbing my back after I've rubbed his. 

Joel's Awana teacher has told me that Joel has been showing off his break dancing moves for her.  Not surprisingly, it took just one instructional online video to teach him the robot.  He learned how to ride the glider down our little 1.5 ft. ramp this winter.  A glider is a bike without pedals that helps little ones learn how to balance a bike.  They instead use their legs to move it, then learn to glide and balance.