Boy wars and destruction have begun...

We had our first casualty of war in the house, and it was our poor wipes container. During a fierce shoving competition, Thing One pushed Thing Two backwards (though hardly a fair fight considering the 13 month age difference, although only 1 pound apart) and Thing Two landed on the wipes container. It was closed at the time, but somehow the lid was broken clean off the top. Remind me to hide all breakable and valuable items somewhere far away until my boys go off to college. Maybe the addition of a sweet little girl will temper their battles, but maybe not. Besides, with the ultrasound results from last week declaring her 2.7 pounds at 27 weeks, and in the 81st percentile, it looks like we have a bruiser on our hands. Who knows, maybe she'll be the one to shove the older two around with her little pink painted fingernailed hands. Aaah, I can't wait!

Penis Discovery in our house

It's been coming for a while now. With me taking an occasional bath with the boys, and the inevitable "Where is Mommy's penis?" questions, then watching Daddy streak from the bathroom to his closet each morning (i'm sure our neighbors appreciate that) and then Sam's penis retraction surgery, the boys were bound to have some penis curiosity sooner or later. Well, having Sam's penis retracted was like opening Pandora's box for him, and it has become impossible to keep his hands off himself either during diaper changes (EWWW) or bath time. But tonight, I stepped back into the bathroom after dressing Sam to find Jack having a field day with his own member. He smiled up at me and said "My penis keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger. And then I squished it."
Yeah, I laughed out loud, and he moved on to playing with a toy car. Ahh, the joys of mothering boys!