One of the reasons I wanted to stop my incessant photo posting and start posting more words was so I wouldn’t forget all the little things that make this age so delightful. (I am only being a tiny bit sarcastic here. I really do love it. But it has its moments.)

Like…the other day, I was sympathizing with some bump or mishap that Oliver got, and I called him “sweet potato”. It’s just one of my many pet names.
O: Don’t call me sweet potato.
Me: What can I call you, then?
O: I like it when you call us monkeys.

Cue heart melt. So sweet. It was sweeter in person.

And I should probably note, for posterity, what they’re into right now.

Likes: Transformers (specifically Rescue Bots), the Wii (mostly Linus), Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (the movie), drawing pictures of their Transformers

Dislikes: Taking baths, going to restaurants

Will eat: plain noodles (Linus and Miles), hot dogs, chicken nuggets, pork chops (!), meatloaf (occasionally), cereal (out the wazoo), pancakes (Linus and Oliver), waffles (Miles), pink yogurt (strawberry yoplait only, and only in the big container), raisins (Linus only), chocolate pudding (Oliver and Linus only), crescent rolls, apples (so they say), frozen yogurt (Linus and Miles)

Won’t eat: anything else on earth, especially vegetables

Also to note: How cute it was this morning when Oliver put his hand on my wrist and started tap, tap, tapping on it with his thumb, absentmindedly. Or when he sucks his thumb and flicks the corner of his pillow with the other hand.  Presumably, he won’t be sucking his thumb for the rest of his life (but I suppose that’s a possibility) so this little habit will probably go away at some point.

Or Linus’s scrunchy face he makes when he’s asking a question. He doesn’t do this as much as he used to, but it kills me when he does. So cute.

Or how Miles has started saying “Um, exCUSE me!” when he doesn’t like something you’ve done. Hee! Nothing funnier than being scolded by a 5 year old.

Now, for your viewing pleasure, Linus and Oliver being Spiderman. Don’t ask why Oliver sounds like he’s from the Deep South, there. I mean, I realize he is, but he doesn’t usually sound like it.