Happy Birthday Jack

It is hard to believe Jack is four, but the calendar and year tells us he is! It was hilarious because he woke up on his birthday and went straight downstairs to start listening to one of his favourite books on cd. It was only when Charles's Mom called at 7:10 AM and Charles went down to tell him that Grandma was on the phone, that he realized it was his birthday and that he was four. He came running back upstairs and told me 'I'm 4 now. I'm 4 now.' And Mom and Dad enjoyed the extra ten minutes sleeping in before he jumped in the bed, and of course the middle of the bed!


Jack in new birthday outfit (trousers with no button!)


Jack with present from Theo - new Colin cd!


Jack in new fireman outfit


Theo trying on Jack's new fireman helmet


Celebrating at Pizza Hut


Theo enjoying himself at Pizza Hut

Prayers

Jack's prayers before meals the last two days:

Saturday Night:
Dear God, please help me have a better attitude and Theo too. Amen. [Ed Note: We had been talking and disciplining Jack all day about his attitude, but Theo's was absolutely fine.]

Sunday Breakfast:
Dear God, please help Theo have self-control. Amen. [Ed Note: Theo was a little impatient while waiting for his cereal before our prayer.]

Clearly, Jack has no problem reflecting on Theo's issues - even self-imposing his own issues onto his little brother. It is rather laughable, but then I started to think how easy it is for me (or even all of us????) to do this.

[Ed Note: Dear God, please help me recognize my own sin and not dwell on others. Amen.]

I have a problem...

So today I encountered a problem, and I need your help solving it. I walked into the kitchen to find Theo eating banana slices out of the trash can. They had just been put in a couple of hours before, but still not a great sight to see! So here is where I need help:
Do I need to feed my child more, or Do I need to empty the trash can more often? Votes and thoughts much welcomed!

More evidence that I am old...

Yesterday Jack, Theo, and I got caught in awful traffic. I shouldn't even call it traffic, it was a parking lot on the M25 (London Orbital). We sat still (not even moving an inch) for 40 minutes. The boys did really great during this time, but after they had finished their sippy cups and old pot of Cheerios that I had in the nappy bag, and I had been worn out on 'I spy' games and 'Simon Says' games, they both began to cry. I didn't really blame them.

Later that day, Jack commented on how bad the traffic was. I agreed and said, yes it was awful traffic. Jack responded with: If you thought it was awful, then why didn't you cry?

I attempted my best three-year-old explanation on how it often isn't worth crying over things you cannot do anything about, but in my head, I was thinking 'because I am the Mom and couldn't!'

So there you go, more evidence that I am a grown-up.

Mom, what is this?

Jack opened a drawer of my bedside table and found a New Kids On The Block cassette tape. Theo grabbed it and started having a lot of fun shaking it like a rattle. Jack then proceeded to ask me the question that I knew was coming....

'Mom, what is this?' - Yes, I am officially old. One because I have to explain what something is that is now technologically outdated, and two the fact that I just admitted that I owned the NKOTB tape. :)