Bob the Builder and Life with Boys

Well, Josh has been at it again. He got tired of having laundry baskets full of towels around (clean and folded, but still homeless), so he ripped out my linen cabinet and built me a new one that holds about three times as much as the old cabinet. He grabbed a cabinet catalogue from Home Depot, asked me which door style I liked and then disappeared into the garage. This was the end result. The picture hardly does it justice. It makes me wonder what else he could do if not for that pesky, full-time job that pays our mortgage.

The little boys have been on a roll lately. Every day they say something that just cracks me up. While we were on our trip, Josh's mom overheard this conversation when the boys were supposed to be sleeping. (Keep in mind we had been to the dinosaur museum that day):

Alex: Hey Ryan, do you think dinosaurs ever puked? (giggle, giggle)

Ryan: Yeah, and then you could fill a whole BUCKET full of puke and dump it over their heads! (peals of hysterical laughter)

They announced to me last night in the car that we needed a pet. I proceeded to tell them that their Daddy is allergic to a lot of animals, but maybe if they came up with a good idea we could discuss it. After deciding that fish and frogs sounded totally dull, each boy came up with his ideal pet. Alex wants a cheetah and Ryan wants a were-rabbit. (Yes, a were-rabbit all you Wallace and Gromit fans out there.)

So all in all, life with boys may be tiring, but it is at least entertaining, as long as you think puke and belching the ABC's qualify as entertainment.