Actually, I should say, REID is forever going through phases, and his little brothers follow in his every footstep.
The phase right now...
NINJAS.
Ninjas are way cool, they wear only black, they can do mind blowing moves, and did I mention they are way cool?
What else does a boy need?
So my boys decided to take themselves, and their pink obsessed little sister, and get to work transforming themselves from regular old kids into super awesome ninjas.
And here are the results. Lena insisted on being a pink ninja. Of course.
Before you go around kicking each other's butts, it's always good manners to bow.
These boys know their moves... especially Jarom (to the left),
who seems to have mastered phasing in and out of time ITSELF!
Ninja dog pile. With boys, everything always ends with a dog pile.
It was fun times for all, except for Lena, who got kicked in the face. And then Conner, who got kicked in the back... and Reid who got punched in the nose. And Jarom, who got his arm ripped off.
At least he screamed like his arm got ripped off.
So, basically it was fun until is wasn't.
Would you like to hear a somewhat ninja related story? I thought you might!
Well, if you are extremely and weirdly observant, you would have noticed that Jarom was the only kid with black gloves in these pictures. He just happened to have some, as luck would have it. The other boys didn't have any as luck would NOT have it, and Lena would never get black gloves if pink were an option. Although, the pink ones are a little tight, and are actually mittens. (This is important information for later on, I swear!)
The boys without black gloves were pretty desperate for some black gloves, so they could really and truly be ninjas. As we were out at the shopping mall the other day, we walked past one of those little stall things, that aren't actually stores and usually sell random stuff (know what I mean???), and this stall sold... BLACK GLOVES (among other things).
Well, the boys went nuts... "please please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! Can we get black gloves, oh please oh please oh please!!!"
You can only imagine.
So we walk over to the stall and start looking for sizes. The lady running the stall of course gapes at me and all my five thousand kids, and says "Are they all YOURS???"
This happens to me ALWAYS when I am out with my kids.
So I sigh to myself, because I am so sick of that question, and put on my polite smile like I haven't been asked this question ten trillion times, and say sweetly, "Why yes they are."
Reid and Conner have got their black gloves ready to buy, and Lena, who couldn't care less about black gloves, but does have too small pink ones, has found RAINBOW gloves. She's in heaven.
Now please remember, Jarom already has black gloves.
This is important.
I buy Reid and Conner their black gloves, and get the rainbow ones for Lena, and we walk away, ready to go home.
Jarom starts to sulk and get a little weepy. So we get out of the way of the other shoppers, so I can talk to him. We are still pretty close to the glove stall.
I assume he is upset because he didn't get any gloves, and I immediately start reminding him he has black gloves already. No, he says, he's not upset about the gloves, he just really wants to go to another store so he can get a black shirt that fits him better. I'm sorry, I say, we don't have time to do any more shopping today, maybe we can do that another time.
He gets more weepy, because of course, he wants it NOW. Then I notice the lady from the glove stall waving me over and saying "Excuse me, excuse me!"
So I walk over to her, and she points at Jarom and demands to know "Why didn't he get any gloves???"
Suddenly I realize I must look like a really mean mother. Of course, in my mind HE ALREADY HAS BLACK GLOVES.
So I laugh (I couldn't help it), and tell her he already has gloves. She doesn't seem to believe me though, and says, "But he's sad... I will let you buy him a pair... for only ONE dollar!"
"No thank you," I say, "he already has some gloves, I don't need anymore."
Then I take myself and ALL those kids and go home.
The end!
Wasn't that a fascinating story?
I bet you never want to hear about black gloves again as long as you live, right???
I know the feeling.
And in other totally non-ninja related news, but something noteworthy nonetheless...
Well, noteworthy to me, because this is my blog, my life, and my kids...
While in the kitchen this morning doing the usual task of cleaning and/or preparing food and/or sneaking a few mini Reese's peanut butter cups without my kids noticing (fingers crossed), I hear the sweet little voice of my youngest child, my one and only daughter, speaking in a very distraught way:
"Mommy... that... poor puppy!"
(Me, slighty confused) "What puppy? What's wrong?"
Lena (getting more upset by the moment): "That poor puppy mama... no one ever plays with him!"
At this point I look over and see she is on the verge of tears, and I ask her, "What puppy?"
To which she answers, "The puppy on Wonder Pets!"
And then she can hold it in no longer, and the tears start flowing, and she grabs her shirt to wipe her eyes. (This is a very common practice with her... she never bothers with a kleenex, or even her good old arm... nothing beats the convenience of the hem of a shirt when the tears are spilling over).
So, yes... she was watching Wonder Pets, and apparently they were off to save the day for some poor neglected puppy. I thought it was very sweet and sensitive of her to care so much for this cartoon puppy, and slightly ironic, as she couldn't seem to care at ALL about our real LIVE puppy Wilson, who could definitely use a little more love in his life.
'til next time...