Accomplished

Mom and I felt quite proud of ourselves once we finished our latest project!

BEFORE:

THE PLAN:

Build the headboard up to add 12 inches to the height (got the idea from here although I didn't follow her instructions); pad it and cover it in this fabric.

IN PROGRESS:

AFTER:

Things Kids Say ...

Dax was looking out the front window the other day, pointing and grunting, "Mon-key! Mon-key!" I finally walked over to look out and had to break the news to him, "Dax, those are squirrels."


Julia and her daddy were wrestling when Julia twisted around and fell crooked. It knocked the breath out of her so Dave had her lie flat and take deep breaths. She rubbed her chest and told him, "Daddy, my feelings are all hurt!"


My mom was outside with the kids on a cloudy day. Julia asked where the sun was and Mom told her it was behind the clouds. Julia looked at her Gran and said, "No, that the moon, Gran." Mom told her that it actually was the sun and Julia disagreed again, "No, that the moon, Gran." Then Dax looked at Mom and said, "It da MOON!"


Julia's biggest wish right now is that "Dax will be three in December just like me!" When I tell her that's not possible because Dax will turn two in March, she just cries.


The following conversation has happened multiple times over the past few days while riding in the car ...
Julia: Mommy, I have a pink birthday party. Dax have a green party. You want a green party, Dax?
Dax: Geen pahty.
Julia: I have a pink birthday cake. Dax, you have a green birthday cake.
Dax: Geen cake.
Julia: Dax, you share your cake with me?
Dax: No.
Julia: Please, Dax? Please share your cake with me?
Dax: No.
Julia: Please, please, pleeeeeeeeeease, Dax?
Dax: No.
Julia starts to cry.


Dax calls his sister "Dee-yah"


Julia's current favorite word game is to call me "Granma." After I ask her to do something, she'll tell me, "Okay, Granma!" and giggle. I have to say, "I'm not Granma!" in an offended tone so she can answer, "Yes you are! You Granma!!" However, she did not like it when I turned the game around on her and called her Elizabeth. She looked shocked and told me, "No, Mommy! I Julia!!!"


Dax usually responds to any offers of help with a cry of "I DOOD IT!" (translation: I do it!), but after about five seconds follows it up with "Hep, peese!" (Help, please!) If he manages to do the task on his own before help arrives, he proudly declares in a high squeal, "I DEED IT!!"


When Julia was helping Dave with her kitchen, she asked about the Nerds he kept eating. Dave told her it was “Daddy’s candy.” Later, he let her have some because she "was helping so much." She hammered one more nail and asked for more candy. Dave said not right now and she countered with “Daddy workin’ hard and Daddy get candy. I workin’ hard. I get more candy now?” He just smiled at her; so she tried again to convince him by holding up her hammer and pointing around the garage and telling him “See, I have lots of tools.” She got her candy :)

Budding Photographer?

Julia took this picture of Dax and Mommy the other day. It is pretty representative of our days except for the fact that we're not in pajamas.

Discipline

Discipline has been a bit of a problem here in Bouldin Land this past week or so. And not just because Dax is too stubborn to describe and is learning about the need to obey. Nope. I'm talking about my own self-discipline: my need to control my giggles when trying to enforce the rules.

1) One morning last week I heard Dax squawking in his crib so I went in to get the kiddos up for the day. I found that Julia had crawled into Dax's crib with him. (This is a big no-no. Not because we're worried about her falling and hurting herself (she's a little monkey), but because we do not want her teaching Dax how to climb OUT of his crib!) We had the following conversation:

Julia: Look, Mommy! TWO babies in the bed!
Mommy: Julia, climbing into Dax's crib is against the rules. You disobeyed Mommy and Daddy.
Julia: No, Mommy! It FUNNY! TWO babies in the bed!!

At which point I just giggled. And felt a little proud. Her first practical joke.

2) The night before Halloween Dave and I were sitting in the living room talking when I realized I had been hearing an odd rustling sound coming from the kids' room and I didn't have a clue what could be causing it. (WARNING! DANGER!!) So I went to go check. And found that they had unwrapped and unrolled a brand-new roll of wrapping paper and were playing with it. My brain ran quickly through the "I hated that wrapping paper anyway" and "Oh well. At least it was one of the $1 a roll papers" thoughts before I giggled and went to get Dave.



This disciplining without giggling thing is harder than I expected.

Stubborn Boy

Recently, David found out that Dax can say his name. He somehow manages to stretch out his little nickname to three syllables which makes it extra cute: "Daaaaaa-thsssssssssssss" Our Boy takes after his parents (and uncles and aunts and grandparents and great-grandparents) however and has been blessed/burdened with an extra dose of stubbornness. Fortunately, he's also not even two years old which means that on occasion, his parents are smarter than he is and can trick him!

Mommy/Daddy: Say "Dax!"
Dax: *shakes head*
M/D: Say "Dax!"
D: *shakes head harder*
M/D: Come on, say "Dax!"
D: *shakes head* No!
M/D: Say "Dax!"
D: No!
M/D: No? You won't say "Dax?"
D: No! No Daaaaa-thsssssss!
M/D: No "Dax?"
D: No Daaaaaaa-thsssssssss!
M/D: Okay. Will you say "Dax-a-ROO!"
D: No. No Dathsaroo.

And at that point he sees us grinning and figures out that he's been tricked and wanders off. Good times.

Just Imagine ...

... the excitement Dave must have felt when he answered his phone at work with his usual "This is Dave" only to hear "I TALK MY DADDY!!!!" And his patience as he spent the next five minutes listening to his daughter babble about her day while he tried to convince her to "take the phone to Mommy."


... the joy on our children's faces when they open up their Christmas stockings to find a plumber's bill from when they shoved their bath toys down the toilet! (just kidding ... a little ... we'll see how much the bill comes to before making a decision :P)



... the frustration of their parents when we learned that bathtime is still fun even when you are being punished by having no toys in the tub.

And Friends Are Friends Forever ...

Did anyone else graduate from high school in the early 90s and spend an enormous amount of time in a swaying group hug as this song was played at the end of every school dance or awards ceremony during the month of May? Ah, memories.

Anyway ... Dave and I dumped our children off on my parents last weekend and made tracks for New Orleans. It was our first getaway without kids. And the longest this Mommy's been away from her babies :) The evening before we left for New Orleans, we were sitting in my Mom's computer room when Dave had the genius idea that we should look up our friends, Brant and Liz Pitre. Along with Stacy and Harvey Crenshaw, the Pitres were our best friends in college. We played long games of Sequence, ate many dinners together, drank a ton of grape Kool-Aid (Brant's favorite) and even worked at Wal-Mart together one summer! They knew us before we were DaveandJo. Liz made me an awesome birthday card for my eighteenth birthday that I still have in my Bible. I was the first person Liz told that she was going to marry Brant. Brant was in our wedding eight and a half years ago ... and that was the last time we saw them.

{The following is a very long, detailed story. Short Version: We found him! And surprised him! And then he took us home with him and we surprised Liz! Screaming, jumping, hugging surprised. It was great. Then, just like college, we stayed up talking waaaaaaaaaaaaay too late. I don't think either of us realized how much we miss them. Picture at bottom.}

So we looked him up. And discovered he's teaching at Notre Dame Seminary in New Orleans. We decided to stop by on our way to our hotel and see if we could catch him in his office and surprise him. Turns out the college isn't in that great of a part of town. (Side note: Is there a good part of town in New Orleans anymore? We didn't see any. Post-Katrina NOLA broke my heart just a little.) The door to Brant's building was locked and he wasn't in his office to answer the phone.

So we decided to head into what looked like the main building and see if there was a way to leave him a note. As we walked toward the building, a woman walking out asked if she could help us. We told her about our thwarted plan to surprise our old friend we hadn't seen in years and she said, "I just saw him go into the cafeteria to eat lunch. Down the hall, to the right!"

When we got to the cafeteria, I realized that in a Catholic seminary, I stood out. I don't think many women wander through those halls. We had to wait for a man making announcements to finish before we were willing to stand in front of the glass doors of the cafeteria and scan the room for Brant. I'm sure we were quite a sight. A man walked out and asked if he could help us. We told him who we were looking for and were told to head back to the professor's lunch room "behind the partition, through the kitchen and through the door on the left." We're such troublemakers.

We made our way back to the room and poked our head in the door. And Brant's reaction was fabulous. :) He was flabbergasted. He dragged us outside and asked us a million questions, mostly "What are you guys doing here?" I think he was in shock. He was desperate to try and surprise Liz so we made plans to meet up with him after he got off work and follow him home.

We ended up having to change our plans to the next day. I was sure Brant would never be able to pull it off. He's a horrible surprise keeper. He managed it by not saying a word to Liz until after he left for work. He called her on his cell phone and told her he would be bringing a surprise home after work so she should be napped and dressed :)

When we got to the house, he went inside and made Liz cover her eyes and led her outside. She took her hands down and SCREAMED!! Then hugged me for the longest time. Then she moved on to Dave. It was great. We met their four awesome children and the rest of the evening was spent jabbering away. It was like no time had passed at all. Except that our conversations were more about kids and jobs than homework and tests.

It was the highlight of our trip.

Odds And Ends

1) Loving my new stove :) It's so easy to clean, it heats up quickly, and our pots sit flush on the burner. Nice.

2) And that's all very good since David and I are trying a No Eating Out in September plan. We've stopped by Sonic twice and picked up drinks, but otherwise are doing quite well. The month is only a third done, but I'm proud of us :) Oh, since we've started the Fireproof study at our church that meets Wednesday nights, we do eat dinner at church on Wednesdays. That's a really nice break for me and gets Julia an extra day to go to her favorite place. I'm choosing not to count that as "eating out."

3) Potty training is going. We're still working on it. I'm still not brave enough to take her out shopping or on errands in her panties yet. She asked to go to church in her panties last Wednesday, but she wet them and I think that made her sad. On Sunday she emphatically stated her preference for diapers.

3a) Julia has caught on. She now says, "Mommy, I go pee in potty. Get MnMs?" She doesn't want Pez, she wants CHOCOLATE!

4) Dax is doing well, too. He's such a happy guy (as long as he gets fed large quantities of food on a regular basis). He cracks us up all the time with his faces and noises. He'll be headed to the doctor for his 18-month checkup soon so we'll have some new stats to report.

5) My brainwashing of my children is taking hold. I tell Julia all the time, "Dax is your brother. He's your best friend. You've got to take care of him." And I tell Dax, "Julia is your sister. She's your best friend. You've got to take care of her." Yesterday the kids were running up and down the hallway and Dax fell. Julia looked at me and said, "Uh oh! Dax fall. I go help him." She ran back and I could hear her cooing to him, "It okay, buddy. You alright? You hurt? It okay." She ran back to me and said, "Dax my best friend ever. I take care-a him." (The brainwashing idea was stolen from another blog I read: vitafamiliae.com ... That site is also responsible for my desire for this mattress and a Wii. She's also given me a wonderful idea for Sit Time ... so I think I'm still allowed to read it.)

6) We bought Julia new tennis shoes this weekend and she now wears a size 10. I'm not sure how she got so big so fast.

7) And we ate cereal and smoothies for dinner last night, but at least we didn't eat out! :)

It's Potty Time!

We've been sort of, halfway working on potty training with Julia these past months. Frankly, a total lack of interest on her mother's part is to blame for the astonishing lack of progress. Basically, until yesterday, Julia would pee in the potty right after getting up for the day, but the rest of the day was hit and miss. Mostly miss.

I've had a hard time finding something to convince Julia that getting potty trained would be a good idea. I tried the psychological arguments:

1) "You'll be independent and able to go potty by yourself and not wait for Mommy to change your diaper"

To which she would say: "No, Mommy. Mommy help Julia. Julia wear diaper."

2) "You'll be Mommy's Big Girl!"

To which she would say: "No, Mommy. I Mommy's Baby. Mommy have two babies, Julia and Dax."


I tried the lure of princess panties:

3) (at Target) "Do you want to pick out some princess panties to wear after you go pee/poop in the potty?"

Okay, this one had marginally more success, but after her morning pee in the potty she would wear the princess panties until she needed to go to the bathroom, then she would tell me she wanted to wear a diaper and she'd then go in the diaper. I would make her sit on the potty first, but she has amazing abilities to hold it until the diaper was on her little behind!


So, I was rather frustrated until I hit on the magic words:

4) "Julia, if you pee and poop in the potty you'll get some candy!"

Oh, bribery. What can I say? It works. The past two days, in exchange for two Pez each time she pees and M&Ms when she poops, Julia has mainly gone in the potty.

Yesterday's count was two pees in the potty; one pee in the living room; one pee in a diaper during nap time; one pee started in our bedroom, but stopped and finished in the potty and, for the first time ever, she pooped in the potty!


This morning she pooped in the potty as well. And led me to a parenting, potty training dilemma I never thought I would face:

Do you reward her for pooping in the potty or reprimand her for creating a mess by PLAYING in it?!?!?!

Really. And I know she has a, um, history of creating her own little fecal friends, but I thought we had discussed the concept of not playing in the potty. At all. Especially not when it's full of poop. I guess we need to go over it again. *sigh*

Change Of Heart

Before I became a mom, I wanted to know all the answers. The whats and whys and hows of everything. I still have a fairly healthy curiosity and am probably willing to ask more questions than people are willing to answer. But I've discovered there are a whole slew of answers I'm willing to live without.


--Wait ... exactly how much dog food/play dough/Crayon did you eat?!? (Never mind.)
--When and how did half a cup of uncooked rice make it into the laundry basket?!? (Never mind.)
--How old are those goldfish crackers you found (and ate)?!? (Never mind.)


There are more, I'm sure. Those are just the ones from the past couple of days.




(We've got video chatting up and going on my computer! Anyone with a camera and a Skype (joannabouldin) or Gmail (jbouldin) account can make long-distance faces at my kids if you so desire. Or talk to me "face-to-face." Julia doesn't quite understand it yet, I think she thinks she's watching TV. So she actually does most of her talking after we've already hung up, but she'll get there eventually. Angela, Dave and I thought it'd be funny to see what Elena and Julia would do. :P)

Playing

Dave has been trying to show me for YEARS (well, ever since I got my new camera) about the different settings on my camera and what they mean. Since I got my new lens, I have to use something other than my usual "Automatic" setting on the camera. The "Automatic" setting makes the camera do all the work: you point the lens at what you want to shoot, push the shutter button down halfway and the camera reads all the information in less than half a second and figures out what settings you need to take a good picture. But my new lens has to be set on a manual setting in order for me to take advantage of the main reason I got the lens: a low (f/1.8) f-stop**. So, in short, I've had to start listening to my husband :)

And I've learned a LOT. Which leads me to believe I should do that more often!

BUT, I really just want to show you these two adorable pictures of DaxMan that I took when playing around with the settings on my camera. These are two typical Dax expressions that we see everyday.

The cuteness level in our household is truly off the charts.





**I can't get all technical about it because I don't really get it, so I'll just tell you that the f-stop affects the depth of focus. You pick what you want in focus in your picture and the things behind and in front of it are blurry. The lower the f-stop, the more blurry they are.


(and I spent all day yesterday working on getting new pictures uploaded to Flickr in the hopes of getting caught up ... I'm up to March!)

One Order Of A Full Night's Sleep, Please!

Sunday night we put the kids to bed thinking they would follow their usual pattern and we wouldn't see or hear from them until the morning. It was not to be ...

Julia woke up a couple of hours later crying. David went in a few times to calm her down and eventually came to bed. When she started crying again, I took my turn. I've got a pallet laid out on the floor in their room so I can lay down and snooze if someone is having a rough night. (I used to put it up each night, but I'm too lazy to do that anymore.)

I dozed a bit and each time I heard Julia fuss, I would tell her "Shhhh ... Mommy's right here." She was quiet for a long stretch so I snuck out of their room and headed to bed. Ten minutes later I heard "Mommy? Mommy? Bye bye, Mommy? Bye bye, Mommy? MOMMY!" So I went back in and repeated the same scenario. After I went back to bed that time, Julia skipped the quiet "Mommy?" and went straight to screaming and had advanced to wordless screeching by the time I made it to her crib. I picked her up and she was SO HOT! (Mommy Of The Year Nomination: I had only patted her briefly on the back thus far and hadn't realized the child was sick.)

She went directly to Dave in our bed so he could hold her while I got her some Tylenol, a new diaper, juice and a cool washcloth. After applying everything in that order, she "cuddled" with us in bed until the Tylenol kicked in. And by cuddle I mean she thrashed about, twisting and turning and kicking and poking. And let me tell you, her little noggin doesn't look like it could weigh that much, but when she falls asleep with it directly on your stomach ... well, I would put it at around 15 pounds. She fell asleep around 4 am ...

... slept through us getting up to Dave's alarm at 6:30 am ...

... even slept through Dave getting ready ...

(I thought (hoped) she'd sleep at least until lunch she was so exhausted)

... and woke up around 8:30 am. Happy Birthday to Me!!

I couldn't handle everyone in the house, so we all went outside to eat breakfast and paint ...

Yep. You're lookin' at breakfast.

Gasp! Joanna Lynn, did you send that child out to paint
in the Front Yard with no pants on?!?
Nuh uh.
Nope.
Not me!

Dax chooses not to bother with a pesky thing like looking at his artwork as he paints.

Perhaps he didn't eat enough breakfast?

Joanna Lynn, you did not get tired of cleaning that baby's head
while he screamed bloody murder on the Front Lawn
and just let him walk around
looking like he's part Smurf all day, did you?!?
Nuh-uh.
Nope.
Not me!

And the breakfast eating and painting and cleaning up took about an hour and for the rest of the day poor Julia laid all hunched up on the couch. Which meant I did not get the laundry done, the house picked up or dinner cooked because I was cuddling My Girl.

Which isn't such a bad way to spend a birthday.

Happy Easter!!!

Uh, no, I don't have a picture of our precious family all dolled up in our Easter clothes.

Why?

Because during the 11am Easter worship service at our church, I worked in the toddler room at the nursery. And David worked with the three-year-olds. And when we got home ... we were tired! Exhausted, really.

Thankfully, I had prepared our lunch casserole that morning. Unfortunately, I forgot to turn on the oven before we left for church. So when we got home, I turned on the oven and we heated up some leftover pizza for some Very Hungry Kids and their Very Hungry Parents. And while Dax napped (cranky!), Julia entertained her Uncle Christopher.

She hunted for eggs in the yard ...

Please note: The basket is purely for decoration purposes only.
One, maybe two, eggs made it into the basket.
None for longer than five seconds.

And each time she found one, she carefully carried it over to her Gathering Spot and put it in line ...

EchoDog didn't care much about the eggs, she preferred her ratty, old tennis ball ...

Once Julia got all her eggs lined up, she spent some time jumping back and forth over the line ...

After Dax woke up, she shared a few eggs with him ...

Mom, it's bright! Don't make me look up!

Of course, we had Easter baskets ...

Julia's had her two favorite things ...

Yum! Chapstick!

And stickers!!!

Dax liked his stuff, too ...

Mommy may regret the foam swords :)

And then there's this picture. Which I include not only to show you how big our boy is growing (He can stand up! And bend over to grab something without losing his balance!), but also to show off his new shoes that he wore all day without whining!

And afterward we all sat down to eat Easter lunch/dinner ... which turned out to be more of a soup than a casserole. Ah, well, I tried. The kids ate off their new trays (oh melamine plates and bowls and divided trays from Target! I am powerless against your cuteness!) Then everyone relaxed for the rest of the evening!

(Aunt Jamie, we missed you!!)

Fun Stuff

When Julia counts things, she points emphatically and says "Twooo, Nine, Twooo!"

Dax looked up at me last night as I was rubbing his back to try to stop his coughing and said, "MAMA!"

Julia has been waking up in the morning and asking, "Church today?"

Last night on the way to Parents' Night Out at our church, Julia kept telling Dax, "Dax, church today! Church today!" Until we started to pull into the parking lot when she yelled, "PEE-BA!!!" And I told her, "That's right, sweetie! You get to eat pizza at church today!"

Dax loves to walk now. He will crawl over to something to get himself up to a standing position, but otherwise he's walking. I wonder when seeing him walk down the hall will stop being a cause for Dave and I to tell each other, "Look at him go!"

Julia is really starting to remember people now. At various points during the day she'll ask about "Matt and Tanty?" (our friend Matt and his dog Candy); "Da-Da home 'sippi?" (Yes, Grandad is at home in Mississippi); "Tan home 'sippi, too?" (Yes, Gran is at home in Mississippi, too); "Un Cee-two-fer home?" (Yes, Uncle Christopher is home); "An Tee home, too?" (Yes, Aunt Jamie is at home, too); "Pa-Pa home?" (Yes, Pappa is home); "Nanna home?" (Yes, Nanna is at home); "Bay-bee Tay-son home?" (Yes, Baby Grayson is at his home) ... the trick is that she doesn't do it all at once so you have to listen closely to figure out who she is talking about.

Dax loves to come over and lay his head in your lap or shoulder and snuggle down. He won't stay for long, but he gets his cuddle in and then goes back to exploring.

Julia loves to follow "big girls" (5-8 years old) around. She'll do whatever they suggest or try to copy whatever they are doing. She's nearly fallen off more than one piece of park equipment because of this.

Dax is jealous of anyone around his mom. If Julia is getting a hug or kiss or standing near me, he heads over pronto and starts wiggling his way in between us, pushing Julia away.

Julia's favorite thing to say right now is "I sorry." Anytime Dax fusses, "I sorry, Dax" or one of us gets hurt "I sorry, Mommy" "I sorry, Daddy" She also says "Thank you" a lot. We have several conversations a day that go like this:
" 'Scuse me, Mommy"
"Yes, Julia"
"Hep, please"
"You can do it. Try again."
...
"Thank you, Mommy!"
"I didn't do anything. You figured it out for yourself."

Yesterday, Julia climbed in the Pack 'N Play and wanted Dax in with her. I put him in and the two of them entertained themselves in there for over an hour :)

Not My Blog

Through clicking on various links from other people's blogs, I found myself over at My Charming Kids and became slightly obsessed by the story of little Stellan. I spent some time poking around her blog and found this poem that I loved. It's such a great reminder to me as I struggle to keep in mind that the growing up babies part of my job takes priority over the checking things off my to-do list part of my job ...


Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.)
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.)

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

first published in Ladies Home Journal (1958)

First Strike, First Spare, First Win!

I took the kids bowling with some friends of mine this weekend. We ended up just letting the kids bowl and the moms provided help and wrangling duties.

The bowling alley used a blacklight for illumination. Which is pretty cool looking, but doesn't show up in pictures when you use a flash. So I tried to take a couple without the flash and as art they turned out pretty neat. As a picture with identifiable people, they were a definite failure ...

I'm pretty sure this is Mallory giving bowling a try.

This blur is definitely Julia.

So I turned on the flash which means you can get a good glimpse of Jillian's fabulous form in this picture, but not the hypnotic effect of those lacy socks glowing under the blacklight:

In between turns, everyone ate ...

Julia was able to eat "Fren Fries" her absolute favorite food
and the first thing she asks for every meal.
(I picked the outfit, she picked the shoes. They don't have size 8 bowling shoes.)

Dax roamed around offering sanitizing gel to anyone who needed it ...
if they could pry it out of his little monkey hands.

Julia kept an eye on the big kids as they bowled.

Kayleigh

And wanted to be just like the older girls so she insisted on carrying her own ball (SEVEN POUNDS!) each and every time saying over and over the entire time she was lugging it, "Hea-vy! Hea-vy!"

(There were these little sloped track things that you could move in place for the little ones that weren't strong enough to throw the ball down the lane. Julia just had to put her ball on it and shove. She loved it!!)

And for her first time bowling, Julia did pretty darn good. She is the first "J" listed on the screen and if you click on the picture to make it bigger, you will notice that she also has the HIGH SCORE! :)




(And, yes, she did get a strike. Which to a two-year-old's mom is not a cause for celebration. Try explaining that: "Since you did SO GOOD this time you only get one turn at the Super Fun Bowling Ball Rolling Part and now you need to let Will have his turn! Way to go! High Five!!" Somehow that doesn't translate to a Two.)