No One Died!

Alex was in a foul mood this afternoon, as his two big brothers ganged up on him to fetch the baseball that he didn't catch....not sure why he didn't think it was his to get, but totally understand that he hates when it's two against one.  In order to act tough and keep from crying, he had to put on his grouchy face and refuse to be happy. 

I don't particularly appreciate grouchiness and when he fussed, "I'm bored and need something fun to do," somehow I ended up suggesting that he TP his brothers' room.  Grouchiness immediately gone.  Much giggling and grinning ensued. (Cody & Jared were out of the house for band)

I laid down the ground rule that if he did it, he would also be in charge of cleaning it up.  We both expected Cody to arrive home first and I was a little concerned that Cody would threaten life and limb to whomever had done the deed.  I was also sure that I would be laughing so hard, I would be unable to stop the massacre.

I was also not sure if Alex or I would be able to keep our poker faces on and not make the victim suspicious.  We managed to keep semi-straight faces, but unfortunately, Jared arrived home before Cody.  His reaction was not nearly as rewarding as I expect Cody's would have been. 

After a loud, "What!?!?"  He calmly picked up all the paper and re-decorated Alex's room with it.  (He knew who the culprit was by uproarious laughter coming from Alex the minute he had discovered his room!)  I thought it was hilarious that the pranker got pranked!  Alex not so much....immediate return of the grouchy face....which got him a lecture of, "If you are going to dish it out, you had better be able to take it!"  He was then sent to his room to cool off....which he did in admirable fashion, returning after a few minutes pretending to have a super sized tissue.

eek! Can't make it rotate, so tip your head and pretend!

This sparked many jokes about family-sized tissue....and sharing it to blow all of our noses....Good humor was returned, peace was restored and all were happy!

Presidents Day

Not the holiday. 

Last Sunday.

Noah and Alex call these their "Presidents Suits".  It's been a while since I've seen them (the suits that is, I see the boys most every day).  For a while Noah was wearing a suit several times a month, even to kindergarten.  So Sunday, since they were both in suits, Alex was the president and Noah was the vice president.  And, they were role-playing it all day.

Tom and Jared had driven the little van to a gun show, so Noah and Alex decided that we would drive the "Presidential limousine" to church.  In case you haven't seen this vehicle, few people would give it such an illustrious title (and I doubt the president would ever be caught near it!)

I of course was the "Presidential Chauffeur". 

They insisted that Cody was the "Butler" (even though he vehemently objected!). 

Really, I think the only reason they wanted a butler was because they are nine years old and really like words that contain the word "butt". 

At one point the Presidential Limo was nearly annihilated

when the vice president was pretending to be Iron Man and threatened to blast it. 

The chauffeur saved the day by reminding him that if the limo was destroyed, the Presidential Chef wouldn't be able to stop at the grocery store for the Presidential Groceries and he might get hungry.

As cute as they looked in their suits, what really made the outfits was their shoes:



Noah's Cowboy Boots



Alex's Flame Runners





I'm going to have to find them bigger suits.

(they only have one complete with jacket)

Alex's pants were just barely long enough,

and his shirt was also on the small side.