Life with a Boy

Last Friday night, my brother Adam came in from work with this large bottle of "smart water."

Ian is easily fascinated by things like a cool water bottle and insisted that he needed one.  I wasn't convinced, but he decided he would buy it with his own money.  It was that cool to him.  So Adam was going to run out to the store and Ian was sending him off with his money for this bottled water.  I heard him tell Adam, "Ok, so get me three of these with this money."  I intervened.  "No, Ian.  You most certainly do NOT need three.  One is a gracious plenty."  "But Mommy," he said.  "Elise and Merry Grace need one too!"  Then, when his cousins came in, he gave Adam instructions to purchase six bottles of smart water--because Emmy, Charles Allen, and Ally also needed a bottle of water.  So $9.00 of his hard-earned money later, he'd gotten all the kids (minus Paige, who I assured him had no use for a liter of bottled water and wouldn't feel left out for not having one) their very own bottle of water.  What a sweet kid.  However much a waste of money it might have been, what he gained in kindness was more than worth it.  He is so sweet, self-less and loving.  I just love that kid!

That very same kid took a bath tonight.  Filled the tub up good and had himself a good soak.  Okay, so it held a much closer resemblance to this:

(If you've ever read Calvin and Hobbes, you'll appreciate this reference.  And if you haven't, shame on you!)
Anyway, after much splashing and swimming, Ian was declared clean and got out and ready for bed.  Somewhere in the process of locating his boxers and pj's, he discovered water leaking in the basement.  Like the handy helper that he is, Cory went off to see what the trouble was.  It turns out that Ian's rowdy bath-time behavior resulted in a LARGE amount of water being sloshed down the bathroom air vent, which then puddled in an elbow joint and was slowly leaking onto the basement floor.  Once Cory released the puddled water from the vent, there was a small flood in the basement.  So about 50 towels later, the floor is dry, the air vent is full only of air, and all is well.  I shudder to think what our house would look like if we had two boys.

Oh my word.  But isn't he cute?!