My Brother's Grammar is Hilariously Incorrect When He's Upset

     Living in a house with five of my six siblings has been a huge throwback (slap-in-the-face, tsunami-powered wave, I got more) to what it was like before the blessed college days and roommates. Yes, that's right. I'm calling my college career blessed. For soooo many reasons I'm discovering I took for granted.

     Still, in this rush of memories and in between the bouts of my little baby brother's tantrums I'm finding his adjustments to the reality of life pretty entertaining. As I write this he is over-concerned that his remote-controlled toy train is going to get him, gouge his eyes out and devour him lest it be kept on it's set of wooden tracks. He expresses this through a series of high-pitched squeals and wails (Seriously, how does he do it? I've been trying to get my voice up there for AGES.)
     It's amazing to see the turn of emotions as Henry's excitement turns from absolute euphoria to pure horror. Lesson: NEVER set a toddler's train on any surface other than its designated path.

Tell him you want to take a picture and he's there.

     Now he's teasing me, tugging at my legs and saying, "I-i-i foound yoou!" What is this? Henry is really the only sibling whose toddler-hood I remember. That must mean that either the other six were complete bliss (including mine), or that, being the eldest, I just placed myself above all of them and never bothered to pay them any mind. However, I know for certain the former is certainly not true. Hmmm...no, you're right, there's got to be another reason, because even I surely am not that vain.

What he did when I told him to make a funny face. Silly.

     I'm officially putting in writing that all toddler's experience an inevitable "phase", if nothing more, of bi-polar disorder. Complete manic one moment, then kicking and screaming for a nap or whatever other train monster happened to befall upon their path.

     Often times when Henry is upset he begins with a sob of "___ made me sa-a-ad!" I've also noticed that even with his elite and extensive three-year-old vocabulary he slips up and says things like, "Her made me sad" and "Her hurt me" instead of "She made me sad" and "She hurt me".

He just started taking pictures.
Hey, the kid knows touch-tech like the back of his hand...almost.
He's basically a professional in the kiddie community.

Henry didn't scream, but he is NOT ready for a nap!

     So yes, as sad as it may sound, even amongst my brother's tantrums, I still find a pocketful of sunshine to pull out. It makes me smile.

Cheers,

Jess

Some Warm Weather With No Sun

     You know what's weird about today? I walked out of my apartment this morning at 8:30am, the sun was not out, BUT it was really nice weather! It was that kind of cool that doesn't freeze your limbs off, but you can tell the morning is still fresh. It was obvious by the dew droplets on car windows and wet stains on the sidewalk that it had rained a little the night before. What a lovely way to walk to class. :)

     I got my favorite bagel for breakfast this morning, you won't believe it, but it really is tasty. Spinach Parmesan, and with Philadelphia original cream cheese it's delicious! Just warm it up for about eight seconds (yes, just eight) and it's the best. My tummy was happy. :) Don't you just love it when you have a fulfilling breakfast, and you feel ready to conquer the world. An amazing feeling, let me tell you.
     As I emerged from the basement of JFSB it was sprinkling, but not pouring, which is a blessing, because I forgot (or rather chose not to) bring an umbrella with me to campus. Strangely, I didn't count on it raining even though there were clouds everywhere. Ha. Silly me.

     Guess what I remembered to do? I FINALLY bought my own box of Girl Scout cookies! Yep, the best ones, Samoa. I understand your opinion may differ from mine, but the perfect combination of cookie, caramel, chocolate and toasted coconut is delicious. Funny though, I haven't opened my precious box yet. Haha. Don't worry, I'll dig into them tonight. For sure. :)

     Oh, guess what else happened? So, whenever we let Henry's, my baby brother, hair grow out it gets REALLY curly. In fact, he quite enjoys it. He'll sit there on the couch twirling it while he drinks his bottle. Alas, my mom decided he was beginning to look more like a girl instead of a boy. So, out came the shears. First, she tried cutting his hair with some traditional scissor shears, but he wouldn't stay still enough, so she switched to "electric" shears.
     Of course, I was a little nervous. I kept thinking, "Just wait 'til dad gets home and let him do it." But, she persevered and came out on top. She left the top hair of his head a little longer so he still has something to twirl. A nice little "swoop" in front.

After, we gave him a bath to wash off all the yucky hair bits all over his back and arms, which he kept getting in his mouth...

Isn't my sister a wonderful photographer?

credits to mynameismadeleine.blogspot.com

My good five for the day are...

1. Girl Scout Samoa cookies are AMAZING!

2. My baby brother's new hair cut is SO perfect

3. Spinach Parmesan bagels are the best

4. A fresh rain morning is the best way to start your day

5. Home-cooked meals beat ANY food from any gourmet restaurant. At least with my mom's cooking.


Have a good week!

Jessica Ashley