Sunday, March 9, 2008

Here there be Scarves

Matt's parents came yesterday to spend the afternoon and evening with the boys.

And the skies opened, revealing the very heavens above, and together Matt and I flew on the wings of angels far up into the sky and slid down on a rainbow singing the Hallelujah Chorus...

Or holed ourselves up in the office for 3 hours and did our taxes and all kinds of other financial crap. But whatever. The Devil's in the details.

We did go out later for an absolutely incredible Indian dinner here. (We decided to do this once we found out we were getting a decent refund - thank GOD - because if we had owed, we'd have taken our forks straight out to the dumpster in the alley and started digging. I kid you not.) So we did go out and do something nice, I swear. Now stop hounding me. Sheesh.

Anyway, this is all a very long and obnoxious way of saying that Matt's parents were here and we were beyond grateful. Furthermore, my mother-in-law brought some adorable fleece scarves she'd made for the boys out of carefully-chosen fabric (CARS movie printed fleece for Lyle, sharks for Baxter), and they wore them all evening, by grandparent report. They were (appropriately) not allowed to sleep in them due to the inherent choking hazard, but one tiny scarf had been made for Lyle's "Baby" - it matched Lyle's, and Oma determined that Baby was unlikely to meet his demise by choking on a CARS scarf in the wee hours, and so he got to wear his to bed.

Have we discussed the fact that OMA ROCKS?!

Oh God. I have to cut back on the chocolate.

Fast forward to this morning...one of the best parts about having a 7-year old in the house is that he is savvy enough to operate most of our techmology himself. So when the boys woke up at 6:07 am (thanks, Captain Time Change!), they were able to go turn on a Wallace & Gromit DVD themselves and we could attempt to go back to sleep despite the sounds of Wallace asking for his Wensleydale and Gromit shooting at a penguin from a steam train car.

When I finally got up and went into the living room, I frightened the boys by laughing out loud very heartily. This might not sound nice, but you would have, too, even though most of you are ever so much nicer than me.

I can be certain of your laughter because this is how they were watching TV:





They are dorks, I know this. But they're my dorks. They come by it naturally, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

PS: Just to freak you out further, here's Baby all decked out in his jaunty new scarf as he headed to church today, tucked into Lyle's seat belt:



12 comments:

tulipmom said...

How cute are they?! I hope you sent these photos to Oma.

kristenspina said...

How many ways can I say this? I love your boys.

Niksmom said...

OMG! I just snorted coffee through my nose! OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH!

Yes, they are dorks...and I love them b/c of it! I have a big one and a little one here at my house...but not me, of course!

Niksmom said...

ROFLMAO...I just saw your "dork" picture on the sidebar! You are too funny!

Becky said...

They are cute, of course.

What kind of town is this, though, where a scarf is a handy gift in MARCH??? Oh Spring, where art though?

And Hema's! Mmmmmm!! The best Indian food...and I've been to India and London!

Becky said...

if only I could spell (see my "thou" above). never leave a comment on a blog before the morning coffee!

Cara said...

Hilarious! I do love your boys! That something so simple can make them soooo happy! And your dork pic is pretty darn funny, too. :-)

kyra said...

but NO! not dorks at all! they are so adorable and hip and mod! i love them!!!

Life As I Know It said...

Adorable! Love those scarves!

I love it that my boys can get up in the morning by themselves while we sleep a little longer.

Charlotte Gordon said...

BECKY'S comment is most apt: "What kind of town is this, though, where a scarf is a handy gift in MARCH???" In a more typical Chicago year, a scarf in March might earn a yawn from any grandkid. But nature is on my side this long winter, and a new scarf in March doesn't seem like such a dumb idea...

To TULIPMOM, Jordan did indeed send the photos to Oma. (This is my chance to tell the world that Jordan is the best of all possible daughters-in-law.)

Oma

Jordan said...

Awesome. Last Monday my post made Kristen spit coffee all over her keyboard and today's has Niksmom blowing coffee out through her nose! If someone asked me what the most rewarding thing about blogging is, I think this is what I'd say.

Although I'm sorry for your discomfort, my friends.

Drama Mama said...

Yes, they are adorable dorks and all, but...

Baby disturbs me.

Not just her/his scarf. Her waxy, blank expression. Her semi-parted lips.

Freaky.