This is How It Goes

This is how it goes.

We ride scooters with one leg warmer on and our eyes closed.

Or we ride scooters to school dressed in our "handsomes" (and then we remember too late that it was art day and the white dress shirt comes home with orange paint on it).

We do crafts at the counter with a pink mitten on amidst laundry, chips, and a lot of cups.

We style our hair after infamous reality t.v. personalities.

We order free things from the back of cereal boxes like Pocket Translators in 6 languages even though we can't read or write yet and think that cupboard is covered and mine is mind and cliff is clift. Oh, and we write with pen on our faces, too.

We trap poor caterpillars in old cereal boxes and shake them repeatedly to see if they are still alive and exclaim with great consternation that, "It's NEVER going to hatch into a raccoon!" (That was actually Evan, not Annie).

We make funny faces. This one's called "The Moment Before the Sneeze".

We drop Sam off to school (actually, drive by at 8:39 and shove him out of the door before the car stops, confusing him by rolling down the window and alternately calling out, "Bye! I love you!" and "HURRY!" "But I love you!" "Stop dawdling and get in there!" then feeling guilty and not wanting to end on that note so adding, "See you after school!" and so on) and then walk through the park on our way home. We stop at the resting bench where Evan points out that we're sitting in order "from tiniest to mediumist to...to...to longest."

Then Evan takes our pictures:




And then tries to figure out who made the "bookmarks" on the sidewalk (I say "black marks" but he thinks I'm saying bookmarks, so that's what they are now called).
Then we go home and play with fake teeth, even though the dentist gave us strict instructions to avoid all spit-swapping in our home.

Doesn't this look like a preview of what Evan is going to look like when he is growing into his adult teeth? He's not allowed to ever get that big!

And that's how it goes.