33 posts tagged “colsen”
Yesterday was Miles' 3 month birthday, so I whipped out the camera to take what has become my goofy traditional 3-month shots of the boys. They all have worn the same outfit (given to Strider by Aunt Katie and Uncle Dan, back when they were students and shopped at the Nike Outlet in Grove City! Thanks, Kate and Dan -- it's been a long-lasting gift, as you will see below) They also all have the same silly toy bat in the picture --and is anyone else, besides ME, impressed with myself that I have been able to find that same toy for each photo shoot? Usually this house is a black hole for toys and other items -- things disappear, never to be seen again when I actually want them!
Anyway, see if you can match up the right boy with each picture (answers below):
I'd venture to say they look like brothers!
And, thankfully, they have a sweet sister that they can take care of -- and who can take care of them! It's a big task for her, but she says she can handle it.
[Answers to the picture quiz: 1.) Colsen, 2.) Strider, 3.) Strider, 4.) Miles, 5.) Miles, 6.) Colsen ]
P.S....
Cole is 2.5 today... at the peak of his 2-year old days. And if we didn't know that by the calendar, the sheer volume of the tantrums would be a big clue... at least we're hoping this is the peak as far as that is concerned.
Besides being Mr. Intensity in whatever he is doing (including rebelling), he is also Mr. Imaginative these days. I love to watch him play, even when he thinks no one is watching him. He takes his pretending very seriously... for examples:
- When I picked him up to take him somewhere while he was in the middle of pretending a chair was his lawn-mower, he freaked out until I let him down so he could go back and "turn it off."
- He started doing somersaults with Rayna one morning, but then came running over to me to hand me (invisible) keys and wallet so they wouldn't bother him while in his pocket.
- Every time we go for a walk, he insists on bringing his tools with him: either his weed-wacker, his leaf-blower, his rototiller or his lawn-mower (all of which are old golf clubs in actuality. I always tell him he can only bring one tool).
He still is not too into toys, but give him any object that is either a straight line, or something that can be pushed on the floor, and he is instantly happy. Objects like that become airplanes, tractors, trains, tools, or work-related items.
And anything small becomes convenient pocket-items, like iPods, cell phones, wallets, etc. Here he is showing me what's "in his pocket" -- his cell phone and "a dollar."
He remains the Dennis the Menace of our household!
So happy half-birthday, Colsen! Your future looks very bright and we look forward to seeing what God has in store for you...
ALSO -- Today is cousin Nate's birthday (HB Nate!), and Strider announced this morning that he is 8 and 11/12 today.
AND -- It's also cousin Andrew's 18.5 birthday, Aunt Katie's 26.5 birthday, Granpda's 72.25 birthday, and cousin Eden's 7 5/6 birthday..... we could just go on and on!
Heard randomly throughout the day sometimes...
Rayna: Sports. Sports. Sports. Sports. Sports.
Me: Why does she keep saying that?
Strider (with his devious grin): She's trying to annoy me. I told her I didn't like that word, so she keeps saying it. But I tricked her.
Upon learning about adverbs (that most of them end in -ly)
Strider: I guess Dolly Parton is an adverb.
As I was serving some salad
Rayna: I want some of those....those... leperchauns! (She really meant "croutons" -- we don't have them in salad very often, obviously!)
During a conversation in which Colsen and I were pretending he was 38 years old:
Me: Where do you live these days/
Colsen: California
Me: Oh. What job do you have?
Colsen: I'm a goldfish
This morning:
Colsen: Hic… hic…. Hic
Pete: Colsen, do you have the hiccups?
Colsen: Yeah. Can you buy me a new mouth?
Said about 10 times a day:
Me: Go put the…. in the….you know what I mean.
Said about 8 times a day:
Me: I just need to ….. get the.... you know.... for Cole-I-mean-Ray-I-mean-Miles.
[NDD (Noun Deficiency Disease) is evidently stronger than ever with me.]
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[He's been too busy and stressed to be funny lately. Apparently students aren't the only people who find the end-of-semester time hard!]
After getting the situation contained, I heard Colsen up in his room telling Strider all that he had done. He finished the story by saying, “I got all wet and then I got in trouble.”
“Was Mommy mad at you?” Strider asked him.
I walked in the room and Colsen asked “Mommy, are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad anymore Colsen, but I really don’t like it when you put things in the toilet.” I answered.
“You yelled at me,” he answered.
“I know,” I admitted. “You don’t like it when I yell at you?”
“I don’t like it when you yell at me,” he answered, in a pitiful voice.
Strider chimed in, “I know, Colsen, I don’t like it either.”
Now I’m feeling pretty bad. So I give Colsen a hug and tell him I’m sorry.
“Don’t yell at me again, Mommy” he says.
“I’ll try not to, sweetie,” I say… and then I think: WAIT A SECOND! WHO EXACTLY IS IN TROUBLE HERE?! HOW DID THE TABLES GET TURNED THIS FAST?
Man, this parenting thing is hard.
Today at lunch, completely out of the blue
Strider: I really wish I could find the area of a circle.
Me: What? Why?
S: Because then I could have PIE!
Talking about his future in baseball
S: Well if they aren't going to let me play, I'm going to sit on the bench and chew tobacco.
Me: Great.
As we're driving in the car
Rayna: This is the most beautiful country!
Strider: Rayna, this is the only country you've ever been in.
While sitting in her "time out" chair after doing something she shouldn't have
Rayna: Mom, can I get down now? I forgive you!
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After hearing Strider tell me something I that was excited about
Rayna: Mom! Mom! I wanna tell you something!
Me: What?
R: Umm...There was this man.... and let's see.... what did he do?....
On his truck
Colsen: Look, Mom, I'm on my skateboard! Can you take a picture of me so I can see it?
Twenty minutes after I sent him up for a nap
Colsen: Hi Mom, I'm awake now!
Me: Cole, you did not sleep.
C: Yes, I already did!!
But this is what he looked like.... I think I was right.
Last week when I was talking to Mor-Mor, I told her how amazed I was with the little chair that had been handed down first from her to my mom, and then from my mom to me. This tiny wooden chair was Mor-Mor's when she was little ---8 decades ago! -- and then survived the use and abuse of us 5 Wray children, and now survives the beatings my children give it! I have heard that chair get banged on a wooden or tile floor hundreds of times, seen one or more of my kids climbing all over it upside-down, etc. I don't think any chair made in our modern times would have survived all this.
This morning, for instance, Colsen was playing with it while the other kids were doing school. He kept announcing what it was: a package truck, a tractor, a lawn mower, a garbage truck, etc. What a magical little chair!
And on a side note: When Colsen was "the garbage man," he said, "I have to go now! I'll give you a hug, [running up to Strider]... I'll see you later!"
Strider's comment: "Oh boy -- I've never met such a friendly garbage man! The ones on our street don't even say "hi!"
I am becoming increasingly convinced that Rayna is the live version of Curious George, and Colsen is Dennis the Menace incarnate. And the 2 of them together result in Bad Ideas Squared.
Inevitably, when I sit down to feed Miles, or am in some other way occupied, Colsen and Rayna will silently melt away into the nether regions of our house, so I find myself yelling "Colsen and Rayna, what are you guys doing??" every few minutes throughout the day. (I think I'm starting to yell it in my sleep now)
And sometimes I'll hear back, "Nothing!" which is not good, and sometimes I'll get no response at all, which is downright terrible. And then there are the classic responses like, "Colsen is brushing his teeth with your special lotion!" or "We just got glue everywhere!"
A few days ago, George and Dennis were upstairs while I was downstairs feeding Miles, and Dennis/Colsen yelled down to me in his I-think-something's-wrong-here voice:
C: Rayna gave me that!
Me: What??
C: Rayna gave me that.
Me: She gave you what?
C: THAT!
Me: What's that?
C: THAT!!
Me (finally realizing defeat on this front): Rayna, what did you give him?
R: I gave him THIS!
Not only do these two have mischievousness mastered, but they are becoming experts in the art of being elusive.
So Rayna is Curious George, Colsen is Dennis the Menace, and Strider is Calvin, (as in Calvin and Hobbes, but that is a whole other set of tales). I wonder who Miles will turn out to be....?
Life is definitely colorful around here!
Last week's Latin phrase that the kids learned for school was "Fuit homo missus a Deo" (which means, "There was man sent from God"). Colsen has been running around saying that phrase now, which was fine... But then today he came up to where Rayna and I were sitting and pointed at me, saying "Missus a Deo" which I thought was funny -- like Mrs. Adayo. Then he pointed at Rayna and said she was "Fuit homo." And that's what he keeps calling us, Mrs. Adayo and Fuit Homo. I just hope he doesn't start calling kids on the playground these names...
When I walked into the room, I was greeted with, "Wook Mom! We're checking our computers together!"
Yes, that's a calculator that he found somewhere to repurpose as a computer. Or maybe it's the new model of Apple's laptop.
