Beware of the Ninjas

You never know who...or what...might make an appearance at our house.  Really...you just never know.  On this particular day, it was a couple of ninjas.  Outfits were selected by Mr. Ninja Big Brother.  (After I took pictures, the boys found another black shirt in Cooper's closet for Little Austin Ninja to wear.  It was the shirt he got from our neighborhood fun run, which is huge on Cooper, so you can imagine how large it was on Austin!  This also started the several days stretch where Austin insisted on wearing Cooper's underwear over his diaper, and yes, under his shorts or his pajamas or whatever it was that he was wearing at any particular time.) 

Beware of the Ninjas...

This is the face of a ninja?  I mean...this is the face of a ninja.  (And I totally love that Cooper's soccer socks are leggings on Austin Boo.)

Austin kept looking at Cooper, examining his face, his stance, everything "ninja" about him, then copying it. 

Happy Ninjas

Looking up at big brother...and checking out his own stance.

"How is Cooper holding his sword?"

 

 Quick change--off with the gloves and socks, add a hat, and BAM!  Pirate.

 

05.09.2014

It's All Fun and Games Until You Get Stuck Under a Chair

"Oh, look, I'm a super cute baby, and I'm playing happily under a chair..."

 

"Dinosaurs!  I love dinosaurs!"

Grayson: Oh no!  I'm stuck!

Austin: Don't worry, baby.  I'll save the day!

 

Austin: It's ok, baby.  I here.  I save you.

And all was good again.

 

04.21.2014

Lots of Cooks in the Kitchen

The boys love to help me in the kitchen.  Our kitchen is not big, and we all end up on top of each other, with the boys sharing one stool, then someone falls off or gets pushed off...I'm not sure which...then one ends up on the counter, with one on the stool, and a baby in my arms, desperately trying to stir and take part in anything we are doing.  So, on this particular evening while I was making dinner, I rolled the boys' kitchen into our kitchen so everyone could cook.  They were so cute about it.  They tucked towels in their pants, just like Daddy, and wore gloves, just like Daddy (when he grills).  Cooper had picked out a recipe book and chose lots of different things he was making.  Grayson was in charge of emptying the cabinets, in their kitchen as well as the tupperware cabinet.  And Austin went between being sous chef and asking me if he could put out the fire in my kitchen. 

 

"Do I look like Daddy?"

04.23.2014

Baby Down! Baby Down!

Let me set the scene for you:  I was in the kitchen; Coop and Austin were playing in the living room; and Grayson was standing at the baby gate at the playroom door (I had put the gate up because there were little toys scattered all around).  Suddenly, I heard a crash and a cry.  I poked my head around the kitchen corner to see Grayson laying under the babygate.  (He was fine, more of a whimper than a cry, really.  Scared him more than anything.)  And just as I was walking over to slide my little guy out from under the gate, I hear Cooper, "Austin, Baby down!  Quick get the stretcher!"  And off they went.  Running to their room and seconds later, running back to the "scene" with the "downed baby," carrying their stretcher.  They had firemen hats on, paramedic gear in hand, and they were ready to save the baby.  In total and complete seriousness.  I stepped back and let the paramedics do their job...while I snapped pictures.

 

 

Grayson quickly went from being a little unsure of what his big brothers were about to do to him, to being a great sport and thinking all this attention was super cool.  Austin and Cooper both, at the same time, put on their stethoscopes and immediately checked Grayson's heart.  They talked to each other and to Grayson in their "worker fireman" voices, because, well, it was very serious business. 

 

Austin was in charge of the shots.

"Mam, I think your baby is going to be ok."

04.22.2014