Winning isn't everything- or is it?

HL is known to have "game luck" around my family. We can't explain it- he has an uncanny ability to win silly games. Such as Sorry, and Trouble. After getting Trouble from my parents for Valentine's Day, he proceeded to beat them repeatedly at said game. The next morning, AW and I (as a team) played against him. The game went swimmingly for us; we had three pegs in the finish area with our fourth, and final, peg exactly one hop away from winning. HL, on the other hand, had only one peg safe and the other three were all stuck at home still. He wasn't going to win this game. Unh-uh. No sirree. . . . . . But then, AW hit a poor rolling streak. He couldn't roll a one to save his life. And oh, how he tried! After some time, one of HL's pegs caught up to me, and SENT ME HOME! Alas, HL stole victory from within my grasp and took it for his own. Ugh. Later that evening, I was commenting on how incredible it was that he beat me at Trouble. I congratulated him. I was a perfect sport. And here's his response: "Mom, maybe someday you can play without me, and then you can win!"

Quiet?!?

The other day, HL was allowed to stay up a little later since he had taken a nap. Therefore, AW was already asleep in their room as HL was getting ready to go to bed. I am maybe ten feet away in the next room, and HL is standing at his bedroom door. I suddenly hear him shout, at the top of his lungs, "Hey Mom! We need to be really quiet cuz AW's sleeping, K?"

Scary Stuff

Here is something we just learned that we feel everyone (esp those we love!) should know about... There is apparently a very easy way for criminals to break into a locked house and the instructions to do so are now spreading across the internet. Please watch this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr23tpWX8lM If you are interested in learning more here is another link: The Lockdown: Locked, but not secure (Part I) The Lockdown: Locked, but not secure (Part 2)

The problem with school (UPDATED)

We have been trying to make it a point to talk about the days events during dinner, and it's usually a struggle to coax anything out of Our Eldest. With some heavy prodding we eventually get an answer. Not the other night though.... Since Mom was not home, I fixed them some quesadillas for dinner and left them to their own devices while I continued to work on line. Soon, Our Youngest began to raise his voice. "No germs in my quesadilla! No germs in my quesadilla! No, not germs in my mouth...." I rose to see what the issue was, all the while Our Youngest continued to protest. He was quite agitated and refused to eat his dinner. No matter what, I couldn't get him to take another bite of his quesadilla. He just kept yelling "No, no germs in quesadilla." It took some work just to calm him down enough to eat some fruit snacks. It turns out, of course, that Our Eldest is learning about germs in pre school this week. He was simply entertaining his younger brother with horror stories about germs. Fine time for Our Eldest to start speaking up about what he's learned in school... UPDATE: So this germ thing might just work out. Last night Our Youngest and I took a shower. The kids like to plug the tub so it fills with water while they play. One of Our Youngest's favorite things to do with that dirty bathwater? Drink it. Yuck! Well, last night instead of yelling no, I told him the water had germs in it. Worked like a charm!