Harry set a few goals for himself on the summer list, one of which was making scrambled eggs:
I should have let him learn this when I was pregnant and lazy and Ben had night classes. I NEVER WOULD HAVE HAD TO MAKE DINNER. We have used 12 eggs since he did this yesterday because we had eggs for breakfast and for lunch , and they are on the menu again this morning. Hopefully he loses interest or expands his repertoire before all the boys need cholesterol tests.
Aside from the fact that his self-picked outfit is ridiculous, this picture is testament to Jack's toughness/ inability to properly feel pain. It was taken moments after his first bee sting, and he is stoic. AND HE GOT STUNG ON THE HEAD. THE MIDDLE OF HIS FOREHEAD. (He was hiding in the daisies, but he swears he wasn't bothering the bees, and I did hear what sounded like a woman scream while I was washing dishes, but that's it).
Ben was remarking on this impressive pain tolerance after dinner and asked where Jack got it since we are both wimps. I told him to speak for himself-- I have had 3 unmedicated child births.
I think hockey is Jack's sport for sure.