Times My Kids Were Funny

Six months ago, on Valentines Day, was the last time I made spaghetti. In a last-minute effort to acknowledge the holiday, I threw some candles on the table. 

Fast forward to last week, I again made spaghetti, for the first time since our ambiance-filled Valentine's meal. Upon merely smelling the spaghetti cooking, Lincoln excitedly shouted from the other room, "We doing candles mom?!? Candle dinner?!?" 

I laughed in amazement at his memory, and when I tried to tell him not this time. He went into a panic as if he was convinced it was morally wrong to eat spaghetti without a flame nearby. 

So now you know boys, when you're reading this 20 years later, why we eat spaghetti with candles, as I'm sure this is a tradition Lincoln will insist follows us into adulthood. 

This little guy is one accidental kick away from rolling back to belly. Until then he's the great contortionist.

Jonah had his 4 month appointment where we learned he's 14 pounds, 25% for weight, 50% for height and 75% for head circumference. We also learned he had a "bulging ear infection" which was a complete surprise to me! I never would have guessed anything was wrong with the poor little fella!

 Lincoln is a habitual sampler. I get him breakfast in the morning. If anyone else wants a different breakfast than what he gets, he has to get what they got also. So he can take one bite of each. Then he watches me make Eli's school lunch. Demands a piece of everything I throw in the lunch box. Then he requests a bowl of goldfish so he can eat 2 of them. Anyway, life with Lincoln involves a lot of cleaning up plates that look like this:

Eli has discovered he can now lift Jonah without me turning into a total nervous nutcase. I still closely follow them around the house whenever Eli decides to take Jonah adventuring, and when asked about his ability to handle Jonah on stairs Eli thankfully admits, "I'm not prepared for that." Jonah generally seems amused by the teetering trips, so I just have to bite my tongue as I hope a brotherly bond is forming instead of a potential broken bone. We may end up with a little of both though.

A brother Jonah is a little more skeptical of is Lincoln. One morning Lincoln plopped down next to a once happy Jonah and started stealing all of Jonah's toys. Jonah began squawking to which Lincoln patted him on the belly and repeated, "It's okay. I'm right here." I loved Lincoln's reassuring words of "I'm right here" as that was probably the very thing causing Jonah to become distressed.

I came home from a run one morning to Lincoln mid-journey with a unicorn. He got a little bashful when the camera came out.

One Sunday we walked around the temple where Carson managed to weasel his way into the stroller seat and left Lincoln to fend for himself. Lincoln kept up and enjoyed the freedom, so this one turned out to be a win/win!