Ross Family: Grandma & Papa come to visit!

Monday, January 21, 2008

Grandma & Papa come to visit!

Johns parents came to visit this last week. It was great having them here. I can't believe how fast a week goes by. Here are a few pictures of our doings.

How everyone really felt before the picture...

The final picture.

Going to Chucky Cheese!

Papa gave Boston a chocolate sucker, Yuck!

Thanks for coming to play with us Grandma & Papa!

5 comments:

Marisa said...: Your boys are so cute! You gotta love the chocolate face on Boston!; January 22, 2008 at 8:30 AM
Carlie said...: looks like you guys had a fun time.; January 26, 2008 at 7:22 PM
Stoddard Studios said...: Yeah, I'm sure my neighbors friends were the ones that did it. He kept telling me he wasn't the one who did it. I said, well, I bet you know who did it. He didn't deny that. Yeah, tot al buttheads. Now Bryson won't go to bed by himself. He won't even walk down the hall to go to the bathroom by himself either since the fireworks. They really scarred him for life. It's so lame. Anyway, looks like you guys had a lot of fun with the grandparents. I love the last picture with grandma sleeping. Classic.; January 31, 2008 at 5:40 PM
Linae said...: Hey Cassie! I love your new posts! My favorite picture is the one with grandpa and grandma laying on the floor with him, too cute.; January 31, 2008 at 8:28 PM
Kate said...: can i join your family? you look to be always having fun. please dont change... ever.; February 4, 2008 at 2:55 PM

Kindergarten round-up

Tonight we went to kindergarten round-up as we prepare Rendon to start school next year. Here was a conversation had after the event.

John: So Rendon what are you most excited for in kindergarten?

Rendon: Everything!

John: You might get to see Boston in the halls.

Cassie: I'm sure you will see Boston in the halls.

Boston: Or the Bathroom.

Us: laughing???

Boston: Hey I see kindergarteners in the bathroom everyday.

Ha ha ha....

Next conversation.

John: So Rendon which teacher do you think is the prettiest?

Rendon: All of them.

John: Good answer.

Boston: Why did you even ask that?

Dad: Ha ha I don't know.

Boston: That made me feel really weird.

Why didn't I think of that.

No more

As we get ready to put Boston down to bed he runs to our Christmas count down to change the day. He says that he wants it ready to be changed for tomorrow.

Unfortunately we notice that that he is already marked one day ahead (the 8th when today is the 7th). We inform him of this mix up in which he goes into a fit of tears that no we are wrong and it is the 8th today (he's really excited for Christmas).

He keeps this up all the way into his room where his brother is already asleep. John keeps telling him to whisper but he will not. Finally to end it all John says

"Fine Boston we'll just take it down. We'll just take it down because I don't want to add anymore stress to your life."

We were cracking up. Boston immediately stopped crying.

I can do that

We had a long conversation late one night with Boston about what he wanted to be when he grew up.

Engineer ('cause they make lots of money)
Astronaut
Musician
Fire Fighter
Archeologist
Sports player
Police officer

This is where it started getting silly...

Boston: A Jedi Night, but more than the electric guy. The Emperor. I don't know who my father would be though.

John: Wouldn't I be your father?

Boston: No, your not old enough. Well, your almost old enough.
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Boston: A superhero strong guy. I know who I'm thinking of. I'm gonna write it down when I'm 5.

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Boston: I wanna be a wrestler but the kind that you hit like this. (Imitating a boxer)

Mom: Wow, you would be good at that.

Boston: Yeah, really good.

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Boston: Also a painter.

Mom: What would you paint?

Boston: I would paint a big huge picture of a lemonade stand. Then I could sell lemonade and make lots of money.

A 4 year old goodbye

Leaving Evan's home (Boston's 4 year old friend).

John (yelling down into the basement): Boston it's time to go.

Boston: I cant' go.

John: Why not?

Boston: Because Evan won't give me a hug.

John: Evan, give Boston a hug right now. And make it a good one.

Evan: I already gave him a hug. I blew it to him.

Boston: But I want a REAL hug!

John: Boston, how 'bout a high five or a 'hit the rock' or something like that?

Boston: (annoyed) Fine. He's going to give me a hit the rock.

(Boston comes up the stairs with Evan behind him. Evan reaches the top and looks at me with all the disgust and irritation possible in a 4 year old's face)

Evan: Boston bit my finger. (said in a 'He must be punished now' type voice)

John: Boston, did you bite his finger?

Boston: I had too. He wouldn't give me a hug.

Things that go bump in the night...

We're kneeling down to say prayers at Boston's bedside. We ask him to sit up for the prayer. His blankets are so tight he's barely able to move. Realizing that John was leaning on his blanket, John lifts up his arms. A bump and a whimper immediatly followed.

Boston, tugging ferociously to be freed from the restriction, gave one final tug. The lack of resistence sent him crashing into the wall on the other side banging his head. Realizing how funny the situation was Boston laughed while holding his bumped head.