Encore.

Okay, I thought of more. They're pretty much all about Micah because apparently he's a hilarious kid. :) (Reminder, for those who can't believe how fast time flies, like myself...Micah just turned 4 at the end of July.)

- I get a kick out of how he's been math-crazy lately...totally just asks us math questions all the time and then congratulates us as if he actually knew the answer. Surprisingly, he often does know the answer...which freaks me out a bit. Why, for instance, can he quickly figure out how many more birthdays I have until I'm 100? He's been on this thing about people reaching 100 years old and can tell you how many more birthdays he needs and how many more you need, too. 

- On a related note, not long ago he got it in his head to just start counting. Completely random. To that point, I'd not heard him successfully get to 20 without getting mixed up in the teens. But that day, he made it to 359. I kid you not. 

- He's becoming a huge football fan. He often comes to me now and asks if there're any football games on that we can watch. I think he's figured out that if he watches football he ends up with some extra time with me. (The other two aren't interested.) Sweet boy. (And don't worry, I clearly inform all my boys that, yes, those football players get hurt...it's a fun game to watch, but not to play, lol.)

- Did I tell you about the day he realized his leg was longer than his arm and then proceeded to try to check if this was true for everyone? Funny stuff. :) 

Yup, done again. :) I actually did some scrapbooking last night and was very productive. Can't share it yet, though. Will try to do some more that I can share soon, okay? Okay. ;)

For the record...

I'm realizing that I often record little things about the boys and life here on my blog or on my Facebook account or in emails to friends. And I'm realizing that it's a good thing...as it helps me remember and often provides the journaling for a later layout. :) In the spirit of capturing some of the things I might otherwise forget, then, here are some things I've had in my head that I hope to scrapbook someday...

- How when we call, "Micah?" he has seemingly always responded, "whatah?"

- How, though the first two were crazy about all things trains, Micah was never really interested. So. We sold the train table and put away the pieces we couldn't bring ourselves to part with (a great many pieces in actuality...heck, that was a lot of time invested in gathering it all, lol!). They've been sitting in the basement in boxes. But. Yesterday, I found this in the basement:

Yup, they were fully engaged in elaborate train play. :) Makes me all warm and fuzzy to see them playing with it all again. 

- In contrast, today they were also found drawing "death chambers" on the white board, with Micah asking me at one point how to spell "nuclear bombs." When I asked the obvious question of why he was drawing a "death chamber," Micah replied "to torture the daddy and the baby." This, of course, led to discussions with the other two as to why they'd started this and then to a bit of instruction about using their imaginations for better purposes. In response, they quickly pointed out that they knew this and showed us the "love chambers" they'd also drawn...complete with all things good, like ice cream and legos and laptops and money-making machines. Gotta just shake my head at the whole thing.

- How Micah was so delighted today to receive his very first soccer trophy! His giant grin almost makes the whole season worth it. ;)

- How during Micah's soccer party this afternoon, one of the moms gave the boys suckers wrapped in tissue to make a little ghost (you know what I'm talking about, right? totally simple) and now my three have been grabbing tissue and making ghosts out of everything. Gee. You'd think I never do crafts with them. ;)

- How Micah is adorably scared of all things Halloween...totally freaks out when he nears Halloween decoration displays in stores, particularly any that have the standing skeleton type figures and any that make noise. It doesn't help that his big brothers are totally keyed into this and deliberately try to trick him into walking down those aisles. (Course, it backfired on Noah the other day, as he didn't know that the scary old butler guy was going to talk when he walked in front of him, lol.) We've even had to revise the treat bag that he carries on Halloween for the last couple years, as he adamantly refuses to carry anything with a "scary face." (Note, the ghosts he's been making today are apparently exempted from this whole "dislike of things Halloween" thing because candy outweighs it all, right? LOL!)

- How all three boys are completely and totally obsessed of late with creating a car company of their own when they grow up. They have detailed plans, names, and job titles all ready. Personally, I think the three of them would work well together in one place, as they each have different strengths.

- How Asher has been diligently making his Christmas list and counts the Lego catalog among his reading to himself time each week.

- How Micah, when playing hide and seek, always says "wherever you're not, here I come" (instead of "ready or not, here I come"). At least he's finally getting to the point where he doesn't automatically announce where he's hiding any more. :)

Okay, that's enough for now. I'm likely forgetting all sorts of things, but at least I got these down. :) Oh, and because someone asked me, let me ask you this...What would be in your "love chamber"? ;)

The light at the end of the tunnel...

In case you were wondering, life around here is finally starting to seem more do-able, lol. That doesn't really come out sounding right. :) What I mean to say is that this weekend is the last weekend of the official soccer season, so I'm looking forward to recapturing those 10 hours or so of each week. (Let's not pay attention to the fact that Noah and Asher's teams opted to do the fall tournament and, thus, we'll have just one more week of soccer past this present one, okay?)

Anyhow. I need to pick up pictures today (I've volunteered four of the five seasons so far to take team and individual photos for the boys' teams...I make up an 8x10 sheet like those that you can buy (that are ugly) with the team and individual pic on them for each boy (yay for digital scrapbooking!) and also end up printing off a handful of candids of each boy from throughout the season...just can't seem to stop myself). We have Micah's team party tomorrow (so I'll be finishing up cupcake toppers today), then both other boys' parties after their games on Saturday (so will be picking up more cupcakes then). And stuff like that. 

In the meantime (while I get giddy thinking about the end of soccer season, lol), I happen to be the "featured" designer both on the Prism blog and the Good Grief Blog today. Check it out, okay? Here's a sneak of the Prism layout:

 
(Really happy with how this one came out, btw!) 

Okay, that's it for now. :)

A new Good Grief Blog challenge...

...please check it out! Thanks. :)

Hurts my head...

So. Was just reading some history lessons with the boys and discussing various medieval civilizations and such. Somehow, this led to a discussion about ancestry and ethnicity. We were talking about how a Viking named Rurik "started" Russia and how the Vikings he brought with him and the Slovenians already living there were all considered Russian after that because of where they all lived.

And now Noah would sincerely like to know why we still "classify" by where families lived generations ago. For instance, my dad's grandparents on both sides came to the US from (then) Yugoslavia. So, they were Yugoslavian. My dad's parents were both born in the US, as was my dad. So, Noah wants to know, why aren't they just American? Why do we still say they're Yugoslavian? At what point do we get to just have Americans, he says? (like when the Russians became Russians instead of Vikings and Slovenians) He can see that maybe my dad's parents could still be Yugoslavian since *their* parents were born and raised in Yugoslavia. But my dad was born and raised in the US...by parents who were born and raised in the US. 

To this end, at least my parents' families are fairly straightforward, having been first and second generation immigrants to the US. But, says Noah, what about Nathan's family history? His ancestors have lived in the US for generations upon generations. Why do we still get into the whole "what country" do they hail from thing when 1) they've all lived here for ages and 2) most people just say Caucasian or white anyhow? 

Added on top of this, of course, is the fact that I'm Korean...and was born in Korea. But was raised in America by American parents. Shouldn't this make me American instead of Korean, he wants to know?

Ah the inner workings of this boy's head...definitely food for thought, folks. And, for the record, he's declared himself simply American. So there. ;)