Ahoy, matey

(See! I occasionally have "good mommy" days too)

As you must be aware, last Friday was "Talk like a pirate day." My dear husband had the boys all psyched up for it before I was even out of bed - so the entire day turned into a pirate party.
We colored pirate flags, made pirate newspaper hats, dug for buried treasure, jumped off the plank (coffee table) into shark infested waters, watched the Backyardigans pirate episode - which is my absolute favorite, ate dinner from pirate plates and had sword fights.
Here are some highlights from our day:

The pirate cousins

X marks the spot

Even Micah got in on the action

I also learned that it is not a good idea to go to the party supply store very often. I could spend waaaay too much money there. But the inflatable swords were a big hit. They never really got tired of them, this particular skirmish lasted nearly 20 minutes without a break:

Dilemma

Should I tell them not to blow bubbles in their chocolate milk? They are having so much fun. . . Its only milk after all. . . . Think of all the science concepts they're learning. . . I loved doing that as a kid. . . Ah, who cares. It isn't like my kitchen is that clean to begin with.

Where's my camera?

Well....I thought it was funny

This morning I woke up to my two-year-old, dressed only in a diaper, jumping on my bed. "Mommy, will you be a lady-horse?" He asked.
"What?" I'm wondering if I'm still dreaming.
"Will you be a lady-horse?" Still bouncing.
"Sure, I'll be a lady-horse." Whatever. Maybe if I agree with him he'll go away.
"Why?" This conversation is way too complicated for first thing in the morning.
"Because you just asked me to!"
Then my husband came in and Junior informed him that he is a "little baby horsie, and Mommy is a lady-horse."
"So what does that make Daddy?" I asked.
This actually (thankfully) made him stop jumping on the bed to think. "What?'
"Daddy is a stallion." I tried to say this with an admiring, sort of suggestive, tone of voice. I think the effect was ruined by my giggles, though. "You are such a stud." I said to my husband, again trying not to laugh.
"Gee, thanks." And he rolled his eyes at me.

It probably isn't as funny as it seemed to me at the time, but not being very awake, I thought it was hilarious.