Reed Says Spring 2015 Edition

Reed has learned that words are power and can cut you down by saying something mean in the blink of an eye. You also know when he is going to ask for something because he'll first say "Mom I love you so much." Other times he can be so sweet and sincere and he really does wear his heart on his sleeve. He's started to make up stories about himself and will narrate what he's doing in the third person. The Monkey starts a Summer preschool program next month and I'm excited for him to have some social interaction with kids his own age. He continues to be a good big brother. Sometimes he has no tolerance for Kieran when it comes to sharing or playing with toys, but if you can get them doing something physical they get along great and will make each other belly laugh, which is the best!

One day Reed woke up from his nap literally screaming. When I ran into his room he was saying "stop sparkling, stop sparkling" over and over again. To be honest I assumed he had a bad dream about one of his princess friends, but after a few questions I figured out that his hands had fallen asleep and were tingling.

Reedster was watching Kieran attempt to feed himself, leaned over to me laughing, and said "Kieran is trying to feed himself yogurt with a spoon, he wants to eat like us fools."

During lunch I asked the boys if they needed anything (meaning more milk, a spoon, etc.). Reed replied "I need a new heart. I used up all the love in my heart and I have more people I want to love."

I don't even remember what Jon and Reed were in a disagreement over but they were bickering back and forth when the Reedster shouted "Dad I'm going to give you a knuckle orchard!!!"

He's actually done this to me a few times - he'll flash a huge grin and then ask "Are you nervous Mom? I have a smile, so you should be."

One night at dinner Jon started waving his hand in front of his eye and making a weird sound. My back had been turned so I asked what had happened, before Jon could explain, Reed interjected with "is that why kids don't have Siracha?" Apparently some hot sauce had squirted into his eye.

The whole family was hanging out in the Living Room and there was suddenly a horrible smell. I asked if someone had tooted and Reed said it couldn't have been me because "Mom's toots don't smell because they are purple."

Reed was watching Jon shave and Jon asked the Kiddo if he thought he'd be hairy like Dad when he got older. Reed said a very definitive "yes" but then asked "will all that other hair be the same color as my top hair?" - he was patting the top of his head.

I told Reed I needed to trim his nails and he got a little upset and told me "well the pointy one works good to get boogers out of my nose, so I think they're okay without a trim."

One night Reed was having an allergy attack and Jon had gone in to calm him down. He was still crying a bit later so I went into his room. He requested a long sleeve pajama shirt (so his itchy skin would be covered up) and I said okay, not knowing Jon had turned down the request earlier. When I finished changing him he leaned in, hugged me, and whispered "thank you Mom, you just get me."