My First Blog by Walker

I have a loose tooth. My baseball team is called The Thunder. I play first base. My frend Caleb just got back from vacashon. I want to go see Toy Story 3 with him. Today I'm swiming at my grandmas.

The Doctors

Ellie Kandel, M.D.

Ander (at breakfast): Ohhhhhh, I have a scav on my toe.

Dr. Ellie: That's okay. Scabs are good.

Ander: Nooooo. Scavs are really bad. They hurt you.

Dr. Ellie: No, Anderson. Scabs are good. They give you nice new, new, new skin, so you won't have to have a scab for your whole life! They won't even hurt you. So scabs are good. Boo-boos are bad, but scabs are good.

Ander: I DON'T WANT SCAVS!

Dr. Ellie: Sometimes you just have scabs. That's just the way it is.

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Anderson Kandel, M.D.

On the way to the store Ellie and I were talking about bracelets when Anderson piped up that he wanted a bracelet, too. He and Ellie argued a bit about boys not being allowed to wear bracelets. Of course Ellie was adamant that boys wearing bracelets was not even possible. Anderson was exasperated, so he came up with his own solution as follows.

Dr. Anderson: Ellie, when boys change into girls then they can wear bracelets.

Ellie and I giggled the whole way home! Needless to say, I think I will choose Ellie as my doctor for now.

Georgie

Walker and Anderson were watching Curious George the other day when Walker proceeded to tell us what he would do to help George solve the problem if he was there. After a long explanation of his plan, Anderson looked over and said, "Walker, how will you get in the TV?"
I love that kid!

75% of our kids are sick

Well, actually Walker's pretty much better now. He went to school but felt lousy in the afternoon so we had to go pick him up. He got a nap in and now he's fine. However, Anderson has whatever Walker had now. It's a high fever and pretty much nothing else. Also, Caroline threw up, which she thought was hilarious.

Let's see, what else? Walker's still doing good in school. He loves math and hates art just like his dad. He's also reading very well (he's on a K out of, umm, Z, I guess, which I think is good for his grade level). Ellie's enjoying pre-school. Her teachers say she's a natural leader, which tells us she's very bossy. She and Anderson really play well together. They both have great imaginations. Her latest thing is singing and dancing along with the girl chipmunks from the squeaquel movie. Oh, and she loves art and hates math. Anderson likes dancing with Ellie, too, and calls it Alvin and the Chcken-munks. He also goes outside sometimes without telling anyone. He also pokes Caroline in the eyes for no apparent reason and still pulls everyone's hair. But he can still be one of the most lovable kids out there. Hopefully it's just a stage he's going through (the ornery part, not the lovable part). At least he still has really good hair. Caroline is finally rolling over (her doctor said sometimes that's a little hard for the "chubbier ones") and she'll stay sitting up for a long time but has no interest in the actual act of sitting up. Basically, if we sit her up, she's just too lazy to fall over. She smiles all the time, almost never cries, puts herself to sleep, and laughs at everything that moves, especially ceiling fans. Best baby ever.

Go Cavs.

Caroline's Bathtism

Ellie, yesterday morning: Is Caroline getting bathtized today?
Me: No, that's tomorrow, and you mean baptized, not "bathtized".
Ellie: Well, they use water.
Me: Well, yeah, that's true, they do . . .
Ellie, rolling her eyes like I'm an idiot: Baptized.

Then, at the baptism, we took all the kids up to the front of the church. W and E were standing, Carla had Caroline and I was holding Anderson, who was knuckle deep in his nose. When I attempted to discretely pull his hand down, he protested rather loudly, "I'm trying to get my boogies out!" I had to make a quick decision - release the hand or let him repeat himself even louder. Pick away, son. Pick away.

And this one really worries me: Anderson came out of the bathroom wearing one of Ellie's headbands and said, "Look! I'm wearing Ellie's Bandaid. I'm a princess now!"

Knock Knock

Me: Who's there?
Anderson: Walker who.
Me: Walker who who.
Anderson: Walker who hand.

Anderson: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
Anderson: Hoo Hoo.
Me: Hoo Hoo who?
Anderson: Hoo Hoo Hand.

I had Walker and Ellie sorting laundry the other night ('cause I'm super smart like that).
Anderson: I want to play work.
Me: They're not playing work, they're doing work.
Anderson: I want to play doing work.

Our Little Comedian

Anderson continues to provide comic relief for our family every day. Here are the names he has come up with for himself and each of his siblings. I'm not sure how, but he lovingly and comicly refers to everyone by these names often!

"Walker Peanu-Jelly"
"Ellie Boba-Chanie"
"Anderson Bad Boy"
"Caroline Piggy"

When Anderson was helping me put potatoes in a big pot the other day (for mashed potatoes), he turned, looked at me lovingly, and said, "Mommy, you're such a good helper." I love that kid.

Yet another one of our conversations that I don't want to quickly forget:

A - Mommy, what's that? (holding a puzzle peice)
C - It's a tuba.
A - No, it's not a tuba.
C - Yes, Anderson, it is a tuba.
A - No, it's not a tuba.
C - Yes it is. It's a big tuba.
A - No, it is NOT a tuba.
C - OK, it's a horn. (exasperated)
A - OK, mommy, it's a horn . . . (turns around and comes back) NO, I CANT listen to you (pause) because. It's just a thing. You've got to be kidding me. (He walks out, and I'm left cracking up in the kitchen all by myself!)