We're from the South, and we live in the South. Rarely are we challenged with the pronunciation question of "toe-MAY-toe"/"toe-MAH-toe". Cause, really, who says "toe-MAH-toe"? Weirdos. That's who. But I have heard the pecan debate. At our house, it seems there is a 3rd option: "PEE-congs" Yes. My boys have added a G to the ending of their beloved favorite nut. They are obsessed with cracking nuts, eating them, and picking them up at Gammy's house.
I had these fun ideas of dressing the boys up in really cute clothes for New Years with glittery top hats and other fun New Years Eve-ish things. But this is what we got instead: Spiderman with a nut obsession.
Note to all moms of boys out there: If your son overhears you saying how you want to 'dress up' for something. They're not thinking cute outfits with cool hats style. They're thinking Marvel comics style.
Jack and Finn...er...Spiderman and Batman spent a good part of the evening on Gigi's porch with Uncle Jeff, cracking, hulling, and eating nuts.
And just so you know, Finn's favorite are pistachios. He'll tell you as much.
And don't fool yourself into thinking this nut obsession was a one night New Year's Eve distraction ploy. Oh no. This is a love affair. Today we came home from picking Jack up from school. The boys started into their usual 'returning to the house' routine:
1. Drop their coats and bags on the floor. (working on this)
2. Take their shoes and socks off.
3. Look for Scout.
After almost potty trained Finn finished these steps, he stripped down for a trip to the bathroom, completed that mission and grabbed his rain boots (his favorite) from his closet, went out the laundry room door into the garage and grabbed a bag of pecans that my grandmother gave to me. He and Jack very quickly made up a game involving the pecans and very happily played with them for about 30 minutes. This is happiness for Finn:
Can you see that the bag says "PEACE" on it? How fitting. Somehow no pants, rain boots and a bag of pecans can entertain my boys for a half hour.
Then a handful got launched into our sliding glass door. Game over. See guilt face below.
Funny Finn Story:
Today in between the Olympic Pecan Games, Jack grabbed a tiny, square blanket from Finn's bed and was walking around with it on his head. He apparently forgot about the blanket because he started playing and asking serious questions all the while with this blanket on his noggin. Finn and I thought this was so funny, and Jack began laughing when he realized he still was still wearing the makeshift blanket hat. So I said, "Jack, you crazy blanket head!" Finn said, "No. He's a crazy HILTON HEAD!"
Funny Jack Story:
Jack no longer naps. He takes a "quiet time" for an hour a day where he has to stay in the playroom and play quietly. I usually set either the microwave or my watch for the hour so I can keep track of the time. During today's QT, Jack called to me from the room: "Mom? I have a very important question to ask you." Me: "Okay, what is it?" Jack, emerging from the playroom...."This is a favorite important question. Did you set the timer on your watch or on that...that...food thing? Because your watch is not loud and it might go off and I might not hear it and you might not tell me that it's time to come out yet."
He's onto me.
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Love. Your. Family.
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