Only Mitch...

Mitch: "Hey, Mom and Dad. Could we play London Bridge?"

Us, thinking Great! A standard nursey rhyme! Maybe he isn't so weird after all!: "Sure, Mitch. Come on in the middle."

Mitch: "Oh no! You just start singing it and playing it."

Us: "OK. "London Bridge is falling down....falling down....falling down...."

Mitch, running with his tool box full of tools: "OK. What seems to be the problem here? You say the bridge is falling down?"

Hooliganisms...

Matty, while draining the bathtub water: "Bye bye water. Go down the drain. With all your friends. And go to school. And don't forget your backpack!"

Today at school, as retold by the beloved Ms. Pam:
Ms. Pam: "We have been talking about our favorite authors. Tomorrow for show and tell, I would like you to bring a book written by your favorite author."
Mitch: "Oh, I don't have any books at home, so I had just better bring a construction vehicle."

The Birds and the Bees...and the Hammers...

According to Mitch.

Here is an excerpt from our bedtime conversation two minutes ago.

Mitch: "Mom, God has a store up in the clouds with all kinds of little boys. And he has a store of all kinds of little girls. And then he picks one out and he sends it down to you. And he picked me out and sent me down and I was really little and I flew into your mouth and I went down a big, big slide and splashed down into your tummy with all of the food. And then I grew in there, and then when I was big enough, I used all of my hammers to climb back out and it probably hurt you a little bit with all of those hammers but that is the only way out. And then you had a little baby Mitch. Right, Mom?"

Me: "Uh, sure."

According to Matty...

there are two types of trains.

"Chug" trains and "Whoa" trains, as is Whoa ! Whoa!

More rooms are coming together...

Here are a few more photos of the new abode. Office.

Finished Room Over Garage, also known as a FROG or Room Over. It is the South Carolina equivalent of a basement.

And the family room. Please note the topiaries. They are glad to be out of the apartment.

I don't make the news, I just report it...

Every once in awhile, someone will pay me a compliment regarding this little blog that I have here. Always, I just shrug. Truly, I have very, very little to do with the actual blog. Oh, sure. I take a moment here or there to jot down a few stories or post a few pictures, but the real meat of the blog, the content, comes from the hooligans that live here (and I am lumping all three males in this household into the hooligan category today). Seriously, folks. I just write about what I see here. I am a silent observer. Oh, and I sometimes run and grab a camera.

Case in point: For our anniversary, I bought Mike a wetsuit, and some kiteboarding lessons to be used at a later date. What better way to thank the man for ten years of marriage than to fully equip him to have some high-adrenaline time to himself? So, he opens the wetsuit. Most people would say a polite thank you, and then maybe, maybe try it on to ensure that it fits. My hubby stop there? Never! Mike always has to go to the next step. Here he is in freezing cold water.

And, of course, hooligan see, hooligan do.

Matthew, thankfully, respectfully declined. There's hope for that boy yet!

Bon Voyage

Matty, while eating dinner: "Goodbye, rice. Daddy, my rice is going to it's new home. In my belly."