I have a couple of long-winded stories about the boys: a couple of weeks ago, Thomas did the funniest thing. I was changing Lucas’ diaper and as soon as I got his bottom bare, he took off and ran from me. He thought he was so clever, laying there on his bed with his nude little rump sticking up in the air. I kept encouraging him to come back so that I could finish the diaper changing process, but he just sat there and smiled at me, saying “No” repeatedly. Thomas just sat there staring at Lucas—probably proud of his brother for his deviant behavior.
I started to get frustrated with his lack of listening, and began my disciplinary ritual of counting to three (I slowly count to three and if they fail to listen by the time I get to three, then I give them a little swat on their bottoms). Anyway, I started counting…one…two….and then before I could say three, Thomas piped in and said, “THREE!”, and then he took his little hand and spanked Lucas! I couldn’t believe it! Little did Thomas know, that his action accomplished one thing only…it proved that he does in fact grasp my one-two-three tactic!
Lucas had a big accomplishment recently. It was the day after Christmas, and we took the boys to McDonald’s for lunch. We were joined by Grandma Traci, Ryan, Jordane, and Brittani. Usually, when we go to McDonald’s, Thomas and Kevin climb all through the play area and go down the slide. Thomas can even go through the entire play area without any help at all. There are actually some places where he has to use just the strength of his arms to pull his little body up, and he handles it like a pro. Kevin always runs up and down, in and out, having a ball and always looking for friends to play with. All the while this goes on, little Lucas is content hanging out on the exterior of the play area. There are three little steps that he likes to walk and practice walking down without use of his hands. And then he runs to this other platform and jumps on it a little bit. But he never goes in. And he always has just as much fun as the other two wild boys.
Anyway, this time was different. I don’t know if he wanted to impress his Uncle Ryan, or if he finally just gained confidence, but that little Lucas decided it was time to go into the play area. He climbed up the tubes and went down the smaller slide all by himself! We were shocked since we have always encouraged him to do so in the past with no success. But he did it multiple times. At one point, he even attempted to climb up to the bigger slide, but about half way there, he got a little scared and turned around and came back down. But what a big day for Lucas!
And I managed to get my first real taste of being the “uncool mom.” I dressed Kevin in a long sleeved gray shirt. Then I put on a short sleeved shirt over it. He looked down at his appearance, looked at me, and said, “I look absolutely ridiculous.” I tried to make him feel more comfortable in his clothing, and so I put on two shirts myself. I said, “See Kevin, mom is wearing two shirts too!” He looked at me, lowered his voice, and said, “Yeah, cause that’s what I want, to look like my mom.” Who knew that at 4 years old kids would already think their parents were uncool?
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Ornery Thomas
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