I wrote this for my nephew in 2005 based on pictures that my brother had taken of him the previous Christmas. The pictures told such a story, I just couldn’t resist! Enjoy! (Now my challenge is to come up with something just as cute for the boys!)
Once upon a time in a far away land, a little boy woke up Christmas morning much earlier than his parents had planned.
With a smile on his face and joy in his heart, he quickly began tearing his presents apart!
There were boxes full of Christmas toys with special stuff for little boys.
He couldn't believe his sleepy eyes, for each box held an even better surprise.
He played with stuff both large and small, while his daddy took pictures of each moment all.
Buttons, bells, and Sponge Bob too, it was almost too much for one boy to do.
He played with each toy every one, but it wasn't long before the fun was done.
His daddy, being oh-so-clever, planned a special caper using the leftover Christmas paper.
Daddy put him on the paper down on the ground and quickly pulled him all around.
The boy smiled and giggled and laughed some more, as through the air he pretended to soar.
His silly daddy even took the paper and used it to see what the boy might look like dressed as a Christmas tree!
Then all of the sudden what did appear, the little boy and his dad donned in super hero gear!
For Christmas was in danger of being over too fast; it was up to Captain Christmas to make the fun last!
Captain Christmas flew all around the living room keeping away any Christmas doom.
He flew from here, he flew to there spreading loads of Christmas cheer.
The Captain and his dad were both handsome and silly and goofy and strong, surely saving Christmas would not take too long.
Their smiles full of teeth so shiny and white were making sure Christmas was happy and bright.
Saving Christmas was hard work and lots of fun; it seemed quite clear Captain Christmas' work was done.
He had worked really hard and done his best, but it was now time for the Captain to take a rest.
He declared with delight when his work was done, "My daddy sure is lots of fun!"
"We saved Christmas, we saved the day, we had fun and found time to play. The presents are open our work here is through, now there is only one thing left for us to do. We'll get dressed and put on our clothes, and down the street to Nana and Papa’s house we'll go. There are more presents to open more fun to be had, I cant wait to tell them all the adventures we've had. I know they have presents to open up too, we need to hurry because there’s lots left to do. Aunt Roo Roo, Uncle Pig, Uncle Darren and Aunt Dee, I know they all can’t wait to see me. I cant wait to see them because I love them I do, they are the best family a super hero could have, and that's true."
So with his work all done he was dressed and ready to go; the only thing that could have made the day better was a little bit of snow!
For Christmas had come, Christmas was here, and the boy was sure the best Christmas would be this year!
About Me
- Everyday adventures...
- Welcome to the world of twin preschoolers. Every day is an adventure! This blog is a way for me to share a little of what life is like with twin boys. The adventure never ends. On most days, they make me wonder what would happen if “babies drooled the world”! One thing I know for sure is they would win most of the battles! In an ideal world, I’d love to write children’s books. The title of this blog is obviously a play on words (If babies ruled the world). It came to me one day when I was wiping a drool covered face for probably the 100th time. I think it would be a fun title for a book. Maybe one day the boys’ adventures will inspire me to finally write that book. Until then, I’ll have fun wondering what truly would happen if babies drooled the world!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Look Mom~It’s Magic!
Our diaper pail is a Diaper Champ. For those who don’t know what Diaper Champ looks like, it’s basically a plastic trash can with a round circle on top with a handle on one side. You put the diaper in, flip the lid, and a round tube in the top slides and pushes the diaper in. You just keep flipping the lid back and forth when you put the diapers in. This way, you put the diapers in without ever having to open the lid. Lately, the boys have learned to put their wet pull ups in the Champ. I like to think of it as their way of being helpful.
Well today, I was in the “man room” with Brody, and Luke was in their bedroom. He was being quiet, and that should have been my first clue he was up to something. After a few minutes, he poked his head around the corner and said, “It’s a uh oh” with a worried look on his face. When I got to their room, the Champ was in the middle of the room with the plastic bag half ripped as if he had been trying to get into it. He looked at me again and said “uh-oh, cars.” He then pulled on the handle. Willing to play along, I opened the Champ only to find that there were at least nine cars in the stinkin’ pail! I can only imagine how long he had been playing this disappearing act with his cars.
Well today, I was in the “man room” with Brody, and Luke was in their bedroom. He was being quiet, and that should have been my first clue he was up to something. After a few minutes, he poked his head around the corner and said, “It’s a uh oh” with a worried look on his face. When I got to their room, the Champ was in the middle of the room with the plastic bag half ripped as if he had been trying to get into it. He looked at me again and said “uh-oh, cars.” He then pulled on the handle. Willing to play along, I opened the Champ only to find that there were at least nine cars in the stinkin’ pail! I can only imagine how long he had been playing this disappearing act with his cars.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Duct Tape and Pull Ups
No--it’s not what you think. Although, now that I think about it, the duct tape might be a good deterrent from them sticking their hands down their pants when they are poopy. It’s so nice of them to let me know they have pooped by showing me the prize. As soon as we get to Hawaii, the potty training will commence!
Last night as I was putting the boys in the bathtub, Brody quickly lifted up the toilet seat and flushed. What I didn’t realize at the time was that he also managed, without my seeing it, to put his Pull Up in the toilet between the lifting of the lid and the flushing. For future reference, it appears Pull Ups do not go down the drain when you flush the toilet. They do, however, swell up like a tick when they hit the water.
As for the duct tape--let’s just say that it is going to take more than that to keep Luke from accomplishing a task. Their bedroom has a room darkening shade. It’s the plain old pull up type shade with the wood stick in the bottom of it. Luke’s latest is that when he wakes up he feels it is necessary to remove the long wooden stick from the blind and use it as a sword. In an attempt to keep him from doing this, I put a piece of duct tape at the end of the shade, trying to keep him from being able to get to the wooden rod. Seems this is not a battle I am to win. He managed to pull off the duct tape and still access the coveted piece of wood.
Lord help me when they start coming up with ideas together!
Last night as I was putting the boys in the bathtub, Brody quickly lifted up the toilet seat and flushed. What I didn’t realize at the time was that he also managed, without my seeing it, to put his Pull Up in the toilet between the lifting of the lid and the flushing. For future reference, it appears Pull Ups do not go down the drain when you flush the toilet. They do, however, swell up like a tick when they hit the water.
As for the duct tape--let’s just say that it is going to take more than that to keep Luke from accomplishing a task. Their bedroom has a room darkening shade. It’s the plain old pull up type shade with the wood stick in the bottom of it. Luke’s latest is that when he wakes up he feels it is necessary to remove the long wooden stick from the blind and use it as a sword. In an attempt to keep him from doing this, I put a piece of duct tape at the end of the shade, trying to keep him from being able to get to the wooden rod. Seems this is not a battle I am to win. He managed to pull off the duct tape and still access the coveted piece of wood.
Lord help me when they start coming up with ideas together!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Life is a Highway
Did you know that life is a highway? This is the overall message of “Cars,” a movie which we are well into our hundredth time watching. I’ve been trying to figure out what the allure of the movie is, but it’s lost on me. My friends with young children assure me it’s a two year old phase. The boys are so into cars that they are the first thing they ask for in the morning. There is no “good morning mommy.” I am simply greeted with a one word grunt, “cars.” If I don’t open the car box quickly, they resort to a mixture of whining and crying. This is followed by taking a car to the breakfast table. The only time they are without a car is at nap time and bed time, when I am somehow able to get them out of their grasp. They even refuse to bathe without taking a car in the tub with them. I’ve decided it’s a battle not worth fighting, so we practice giving our cars a bath. It’s quite funny to watch them take the washcloth and wipe down their cars.
I must admit I’m a bit amazed by the amount of concern they show for the cars at certain parts of the movie. Brody gets very upset in the opening when the cars crash. I have to assure him that they will be ok. He also screams “Mac! Mac! Mac!” when Lightening gets lost on the highway. Luke doesn’t care for the scene where Lightening and Tow Mater taunt the cow tractors. The best part is that every time I turn the movie on, they squeal as if it’s the first time they have ever seen it! Apparently they understand something we grown ups seem to forget--it’s about finding joy in the little things, even if it’s something you’ve seen a hundred times.
So at the end of the day, just remember,
“Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore”
I must admit I’m a bit amazed by the amount of concern they show for the cars at certain parts of the movie. Brody gets very upset in the opening when the cars crash. I have to assure him that they will be ok. He also screams “Mac! Mac! Mac!” when Lightening gets lost on the highway. Luke doesn’t care for the scene where Lightening and Tow Mater taunt the cow tractors. The best part is that every time I turn the movie on, they squeal as if it’s the first time they have ever seen it! Apparently they understand something we grown ups seem to forget--it’s about finding joy in the little things, even if it’s something you’ve seen a hundred times.
So at the end of the day, just remember,
“Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore”
Thursday, November 13, 2008
That's Ooke's Milk
Language development is an amazing thing. Last night about an hour after I put the boys to bed, I heard Luke on the baby monitor saying things like “Ooke’s car, mommy’s car, Daddy’s car” along with other babble. I actually had to go in and tell him to stop and go to sleep.
Tonight while I was sitting on the couch listening to the boys play, I heard Luke say, “Boobo dats Ooke’s milk.” Brody stopped drinking from Luke’s cup and gave it to him. Luke responded with “dank ooo. Dat’s my milk. It’s cow milk.” I just about fell off the couch! He’s been stringing words together here and there, but not to that extent. This is the first time I’ve heard them communicate in actual words, not grunts or physical contact (to include hitting, biting, tackling, and wrestling). Simply amazing.
Tonight while I was sitting on the couch listening to the boys play, I heard Luke say, “Boobo dats Ooke’s milk.” Brody stopped drinking from Luke’s cup and gave it to him. Luke responded with “dank ooo. Dat’s my milk. It’s cow milk.” I just about fell off the couch! He’s been stringing words together here and there, but not to that extent. This is the first time I’ve heard them communicate in actual words, not grunts or physical contact (to include hitting, biting, tackling, and wrestling). Simply amazing.
Who Has Time to Blog?
Ok, I admit it. I probably really don’t have time right now to start a blog. But, I have started to feel like the boys are doing so many new and different things every day, and I’m forgetting them. Likewise, I think it will be fun to share some of their stories! I also view this as constructive form of procrastination. If I’m not doing the stuff that really needs to be done, then at least I can feel a little less guilty about it by doing something like this.
The above photo during their birthday breakfast. They have almost mastered the art of eating with a spoon. Brody still likes to do a little flick of the wrist before putting the spoon in his mouth, which results in his missing the mark quite a bit of the time. But he tries. The other night I gave them a small bowl of Gerber Graduates spaghetti. He sat and took these tiny little bites with his spoon. But by golly he ate the whole bowl all by himself. However, if they had their way, they would still eat everything with their hands!
The above photo during their birthday breakfast. They have almost mastered the art of eating with a spoon. Brody still likes to do a little flick of the wrist before putting the spoon in his mouth, which results in his missing the mark quite a bit of the time. But he tries. The other night I gave them a small bowl of Gerber Graduates spaghetti. He sat and took these tiny little bites with his spoon. But by golly he ate the whole bowl all by himself. However, if they had their way, they would still eat everything with their hands!
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