I mock body slammed Trae on my bed so I could change his diaper. I heard a big thwack! and then realized he had a Fatboy tape measure in his hand and when I slammed him onto the the bed, Fatboy slammed into hid forehead. And I was all "Ahhhh, slaaaammm!" Poor kid. He recovered quick and now he's drilling my hardwood floors with a powerdrill.
Which reminds me: Jason was finishing up the central vac in the basement last night and Trae was "helping." He loves to measure things, (he's saying it now..."meyahs") and everything is "8!" Jason would say "is it 64?....8.....14?...8.....89?.....8!"
He has immense personality, and has developed an attitude. The other day, I asked him where he got his attitude from....."Walmart!"
This morning I was making pancakes for breakfast (I know, homey, right) and I jokingly told Brookelyn she didn't get any. After going back and forth for awhile, she finally said "if you don't give me any pancakes I'll have to eat candy all day...."
On a side note: We leave for Georgia in 5 days...any suggestions for keeping the kids busy for the 17 hour car ride?