Units of Imagination

Isaac was working with pounds and ounces in math today and struggled to associate the abbreviation "lb." with the word "pound."

At one point he asked, "Mom, how many ounces are in a lillibeter again?"

Ants in His Pants

Sometimes it's just. so. hard. to sit. still. Would you believe this is actually a really good day? Sigh... I love that boy.

What We've Learned

This week we've learned that...

There is no significant reduction of microbes when the boys wash their hands with soap. Gross.

If you're going to swab mouths to try to grow bacteria, don't do it right after brushing. Apparently these boys brush better than they wash their hands.

Luke's got nastier feet than his brothers.

A Simple Pleasure

It's been a very long winter, and at the first temptation of spring I succumbed. I bought a package of portulaca seeds. I feel all giddy inside every time I see the package, so I've left it sitting out on the counter to enjoy the experience as much as possible.

"A Token of Air and Steam"

For weeks I've been overhearing this phrase as the boys play, whether they're building with Legos, drawing pictures or playing dress-up.

"Here, it's a token of air and steam."

"Do you have the token of air and steam?"

"Let's go find the token of air and steam."

And for the life of me I didn't know what it meant or where it was coming from. Finally I asked Wade, "do you have any idea what they're talking about, this 'token of air and steam' business?"

Wade didn't miss a beat. "It's 'a token of our esteem,'" he said.

Oooooohhhhh, now I get it. I still don't know where they heard it, but it all becomes clear. The funny part to me now is that they really think that these "tokens," whatever they are, have air and steam in them. Now it just cracks me up every time.