Speaking of hair, all the hair that I lost in masses after I had Crew has finally grown back. It is almost long enough to tuck behind my ears. Just in time to start the hair loss and awkward regrowth cycle all over again.
I am a terrible gift buyer. Gift-giving is not my love language. I think I’m too practical to buy things that I deem useless and clutter-promoting. I’m having some serious anxiety about the upcoming holidays and gift-buying expectations.
For some unknown reason, the boys think they must take their shirts off when they jump on the trampoline. I really have no idea why they do this. Even Crew joins in the shirtless jumping. We had a gorgeous October this year and they were out there every single night with no shirts on.
The boys love to come up with riddles while we eat lunch. We take turns giving three clues and guessing what is being described. Nash has a habit of looking directly at the item he has chosen, but Blake and I try to humor him by pretending we have no idea what he is depicting.
Blake and Nash also started a random rhyming game at dinner recently that has become a tradition. They go back and forth forever with words that rhyme and morph into other words that rhyme. It’s especially entertaining when they are sitting at opposite ends of the dining room table and we have company. Trying to have a conversation over all that rhyming is a challenge.
Troy loves to take the boys out to breakfast on Saturdays. It’s kind of their “thing.” Sometimes he sends me blurry pictures of the boys’ food choices.
The boys have learned that the key to getting me to read to them longer and delay bedtime is to play with my hair.
We play the version of war where you only go through the deck of cards once and then compare your piles to see whose is taller.
Blake and Nash are obsessed with Pokemon cards. I’m still trying to figure out what the hype is all about. They don’t even know how to play the game. But they bring their card collections to school and trade them with their buddies and think it is the best activity in the world.
The pace has really picked up in first grade. Blake has homework every single night. He attempts to focus on his math and spelling homework while his brothers are climbing onto the dining room table and clamouring for his attention. Whether he completes it efficiently or not is hit or miss. But we always wait until Nash and Crew are in bed to read. He stays up later than the others so he can have my undivided attention while he reads.
I wish I could volunteer in Blake’s classroom more but I can’t exactly commit with two babies in tow. I was able to go in a few times while my mom was in town and I had so much fun being a fly on the wall in first grade.
Blake mostly takes homemade lunches to school but he usually has hot lunch once a week. I’m already completely burned out from making lunches and I’m only three months in to the first year of school with my first child. Anything involving prep time in the kitchen is not my favorite.
It’s ironic that Nash was the cop and Blake was the robber for Halloween, because Blake is our ultimate rule enforcer which unfortunately leads to a whole lot of tattling. It was a big problem when the boys were playing conference bingo during General Conference and Nash kept sneaking Skittles before topics were mentioned.
The second Troy walks in from work (on the rare days he makes it home before the boys are in bed), Nash runs to him at full speed and declares, “FIGHT!” He sure loves to wrestle and roughhouse his dad.
Nash is particular about his clothing. He hates wearing jeans and shirts with buttons. If I lay them out for him to put on, he always chooses something else. I’m still trying to get through to him that he can’t wear sweatpants to school.
If it were up to Nash, he would wear his “Tough Guy 36” shirt every day. He loves that shirt almost as much as he loves his nie-night.
I usually lay out Blake’s clothes out for him to wear to school. But when I let him pick out his own clothes, he puts on his Superman shirt without fail. It’s getting much too small on him, but it has a cape which means he may never pass it on to his younger siblings.