1. They pick out things like this:
2. Speaking of containers, this is pretty much always an awesome present for a boy:
3. Here are some of the things my boys have collected to put in various containers:
4. They like "TO WRESS":
5. They like to do things like trick their older brothers into wearing their dirty underwear:
Here was yesterday evening, after I'd told Vlad to get ready for bed:
Me (glancing over): "Are those your brother's Superman underwear?" Vlad (looks down): "Oh. I guess. Well they were in my drawer." Me: "Vlad, Vincent was wearing those underwear YESTERDAY. How did they get in your drawer?" Husband (wandering into the bathroom): "Wow Vlad. You know, your brother doesn't wipe his butt very well. You should probably check those." Me: "What I want to know is how Vincent's dirty underwear ended up in Vlad's drawer." Vincent (piping up from the doorway): "I think Daddy sorted the laundry!"
6. Speaking of wiping one's own butt, this is approximately how much toilet paper the youngest requires after one bowel movement:
7. Also, did you know that all of these things are weapons?
8. They also need tape and screwdrivers "because I have to fix everything!"
9. They are artistic. Everywhere. On all the things. My oldest, soon after he learned how to write his name, decided to tag all of my books, the backs of all of my pictures, my school papers, and yes, the wall above my bed, with this legend: VLADIMIR. When asked how his name had gotten written above my bed, directly above where my head usually lay, he offered this scenario: "Maybe Vincent did it?"
Vincent wasn't quite two. However, once Vincent learned to grasp a pen, pencil, crayon, marker, knife, screw, stick, et cetera, he far surpassed his older brother in both the amount, placement, and quality of his artistic renderings on my walls.
And he elected to cover up his acts with