What's It Called When You Smush Together 2 Words

Just a few pics... everything's great.

Everyone's really excited and happy. And by "everyone" I mean all of us and all of our aliases! Big Iron Man, Robin, Batman, Spiderman, Good Spiderman, Bad Spiderman, Green Guy, Big Green Guy, BumbleBee, Optimus Prime, Big Iron Giant Man, the list goes on...

A tiny installment of Ivo Overheard: Keep in mind, we're not really a privacy-first family, so while Ivo and Burl were brushing their teeth, I was peeing. Ivo indicated that he was about to launch into a bunch of female anatomy questions - which is nothing new to him or me but just some days a guy wonders more than others... Anyway, I told him I wanted him to brush his teeth and that I would like to pee w/o having to answer questions. Ivo said, "OK, ...I just like to learn a lot." In the past he's told me, "I just ask so many questions cuz I wanna know what's going on!!!" And I need to be better about nurturing Ivo's need to know and maybe peeing alone:)

The rest of Ivo Overheard can be expressed in 1 word, "Spreckles". Ivo likes sprinkles on ice cream, freckles on faces - Spreckles was a natural outcome. This morning Ivo was telling Burl, "Those black things on faces are called spreckles."

There have been black beers sighted at the camp. Big ones - hungry, I suppose. The boys and I may hit Fredericton this weekend instead. It's Ryan's last weekend as a stooodent!!!

Apparently June is the windiest month in NB! Here's Ivo flying a gigantic windsock at school today! In the first pic, I believe Ivo is trying to inflate the air-sock using nothing more than his own lungs.

Other pics from Connell Pk tonight. My boys are the coolest little guys in the world. I don't ask them to wear sunglasses, backwards baseball caps or to be super-awesome, they just do it themselves!!! While at the park, both Burl and Ivo talk to as many people as they can - for as long as the people can be cornered into listening. I almost want to say Ivo and Burl assail strangers with their news and opinions... I shouldn't be surprised that my children TALK A LOT but it's always interesting to see them in action, telling people waaay too much about themselves, true and fantastic. Today, however, is special b/c it's the first time I can remember that Burl was understood saying something that usually needs context or translation; "I'm Robin. I fly."

Also, Burl's been suffering some mild allergies. I say mild, but what do I know? He's not quite been himself and when his nose runs (nearly constantly), he freaks out! Panic, anxiety... alarm. We're trying to help him deal/chill, whatever the kids say these days.

New blog I like: Language Log