I cleaned out the upstairs closet a couple weeks ago...obviously this was quite an occasion for the family. Should I be offended?


*Note: If you are sensitive to loud and repetitive noises, please turn down your speaker volume. The video is just as funny with no sound. As a side note, if you are one of my friends that complains that I never answer my phone: Now you know why. I can't hear it ringing.* ;)
Nathan is a hoot these days. While I was making dinner this past week, I heard a great deal of noise in the dining room (where all memorable commotion begins). This is what I walked in to...
I would have walked in and picked him up. But moments after this video ended, she had him in stitches. He was laughing so hard that he ended up getting hiccups, and I was able to finish making dinner. I love moments like this.
When I say that trains are a pretty big deal at our house, I mean that EVERYTHING revolves around trains or has some type of connection to a train. Every item that we own is either truly a train or something that can be (with a little imagination) turned into a train. When the boys peel oranges, they line up the peels on the table in front of them like freight cars. They can play with orange peels for upward of an hour. Jewelry, blocks, cups, lint from the laundry, books, pillows, Barbies, Cheerios, etc. can all make fantastic steam locomotives! When we go anywhere, our family is a train! We have, in fact, left the mall due to a donnybrook about who the engine was on that particular trip. I can only imagine how it might sound to passers-by while we try to soothe and calm the children: "No, Sarah. You have to allow Joseph to be the caboose this time. Sure, Joseph, you can be a red engine. No, Tom, he doesn't have to be blue. It doesn't matter if it is your favorite color. Sarah can be a steam engine if she wants. No, she doesn't have to be a coal car. NO! Nathan is not a lump of coal!" As you can see, it is much more comfortable for me and Matt if these conversations take place at home.
To further emphasize, as I was making dinner last night for the children, this conversation took place:
Sarah: "Mommy, isn't Jesus the greatest gift of Christmas?"
Mommy: "Of course, Sarah. That is so bright of you!"
Sarah: "Joseph says the greatest gift of Christmas is trains!"
Joseph (faintly from the next room) :"Trains ARE the greatest gift of Christmas. T-R-A-I-N-S. TRAINS!"
Oh dear.
"The sheep is going to the North Pole. He IS going to the North Pole! Can you say 'Bye sheep?' Bye sheeeeeep!"




Nathan is still not rolling over. I begged the pediatrician not to be upset with me. Tummy time just isn't safe at our home. Someone lying on the floor on their tummy is an open invitation to be tackled. The only time Nathan gets on the floor is after 9pm...when the other children are nestled all snug in their beds...and the gates are barring their doors...and there is absolutely no chance that they will wake up anytime in the near future. Poor Nate.