Little Funnies

So a couple of weeks ago, my wedding ring went missing from my bathroom counter where I left it.  At first I looked in all the regular places and then I resorted to asking the kids if they knew where it was.  Dash thought he remembered Colt wearing it, which sounded like a death sentence.  When I asked Colt about it, he vaguely remembered wearing it on his thumb until "it just felled off, I guess".  Uhggg.  I looked, searched, tore apart, cleaned out, cried, cursed and prayed for almost a week.  Dash really didn't like seeing me so upset (for the record Colt wasn't that phased by it.  Both boys, though, said multiple prayers in my behalf.), so he tried to come up with an alternative for me.  At first he thought I could just share Daddy's ring.  Then he told me to get a new one.  I told him I didn't want a new one because my wedding ring was so special to me.  I explained that it helps me remember the promise I made to Daddy to stay married forever and ever.  Then Dash said something profound, and a little guilt inducing.  "Well, really Mom, you never thought so much about your ring until you lost it, so now that its gone you'll probably think about it more and remember your promise better."

Dash isn't all angel, however.  The other day we were trying to leave a graduation party and the boys were next to impossible to drag out.  This has become a common occurrence in our family.  When it is time to go somewhere, the boys don't want to leave the house.  Then when it is time to go home, the boys don't want to leave where ever we're visiting.  When we finally got everyone into the car, I started lecturing the boys on their behavior, telling them that I was tired of them never wanting to leave when it was time to go.  Dash was quiet for a moment and then he piped up with, "That's actually not true! I always want to leave church!"

And then there is Colt.  Colt is in the horrible habit of not paying attention while he rides his bike.  The other day he drove his front tire right in between the poles of a road sign, but that is nothing compared to what he did Sunday night.  We had gone for a walk and Dash and Colt were riding their bikes.  The road coming toward our house is sloped downhill so the boys really fly down it and get a ways ahead of Brandan and I pushing Sport in the stroller.  Dash had already made the turn down our back alley when Brandan and I noticed Colt swerving all over the road.  We were kind of chuckling to ourselves when suddenly Colt turned his bike directly towards the curb and peddled full speed ahead.  I held my breath as Colt's front tire hit the curb and he flew over the handle bars and bounced on the grass.  The wreck was kind of humorous, especially once we had reassured ourselves that he wasn't seriously hurt, even though he was crying dramatically.  Out of curiosity I asked Colt why he rode his bike into the curb and between sobs, Colt cried out, "because...I had my eyes closed!"  We couldn't help but laugh then we helped Colt back on his bike and were just congratulating ourselves that he didn't get hurt worse when we looked up again to see Colt heading right for the back of a truck parked on the side of the road.  Brandan yelled out and in a panic Colt swerved and drove right into the curb again.  Yep, his eyes were closed.
And in case your wondering, a little investigation on our part and we found out Dash has been telling Colt that he can ride his bike with his eyes closed.  So, there you go.

Sport may not use a lot of words, but he still communicates and he definitely has an opinion.  Every time I start singing in the car Sport screams, and I mean screams, my name from the back seat.  "Moooom! Mom! Mooom!"  I finally stop singing and ask him what he needs and, of course, he says nothing.  But if I start singing again, he starts screaming again.  "Mooom!"
Lest you get the wrong idea, I should say its not just my singing that he hates.  In a rare turn of events, Brandan was able to drive to church with us the other week and he started humming and then singing a hymn.  Sure enough...."Daaad! Dad!"

Dash loves dressing up like a superhero.  He did his mask himself, including the eyes, and got Colt dressed while I was in the shower.