Sunday, August 5, 2012

Best Boys Ever...

So Firstborn woke up before we did, at around 8:00 this morning. He apparently looked around the house, realized that we were still asleep, and went into the kitchen to play quietly. (Or at least "quietly" as perceived by a six-year-old.)

I heard this from the depth of my warm, snuggly blankets and thought, Oh, good. I don't have to zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

A little while later, my brain surfaced again briefly because I could hear Secondborn crying. Under the circumstances, this probably just meant that he was now awake, too. As I was lying there contemplating the tragic process of actually climbing out of bed, I heard Firstborn say, "It's okay, Secondborn. Do you want to bring your weeeoh-weeeohs [1] into the kitchen?"

My relief was only overshadowed by my snoring.

Later, I overheard a brief exchange in which Firstborn asked if Secondborn wanted to play with... something, a car I think. Secondborn replied that he wanted a balloon ("boon!") instead. So a minute or so later, I hear the distinctive pphphphphphpphhphphphphphphphphphphphbt sound of air being let out of a balloon. The only way that could be happening is if Firstborn had actually blown up a balloon himself, for the benefit of his younger brother. The sound reduces both boys to helpless laughter.

Beautiful Wife got up a few minutes before I did and found the boys playing together. All told, I think we got an extra forty-five minutes of sleep. Which was completely wonderful. And, well, our boys like each other! We must be doing something right.

[1] Secondborn has an extensive vocabulary for a two-year-old, but it's a rather idiosyncratic one. Beep-beeps are cars. Weeeoh-weeeohs are firetrucks or ambulances, or any vehicle that sufficiently resembles a firetruck or ambulance. All buses are school buses. Oh, and all bugs are wa-wa-pedes.


  1. Awww.

    all bugs are wa-wa-pedes.

    Of course they are. I'm reminded of an incident involving Spouse, then-three-year-old Daughter, and a millipede:
    Spouse: Hey, look, it's a millipede!

    Daughter: * looks * No! No willipede!

    Spouse: But it's cool!

    Daughter: No willipede!

    Spouse: But it's a cute millipede!

    Daughter: NO WILLIPEDE!

    Me: Oh for god's sake. * removes daughter from offensive presence of bug *

    It was years before she'd look a millipede in the face again.

  2. "No Willipede!" Te he. Yeah, you just never know how they're going to react.


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