Cool Dudes Make the Dough

Gramma bought sunglasses for the boys.  They always want to try mine on and were thrilled to have their own.  They were disappointed to find out Gramma was too worried about their comfort to allow them to nap with their glasses.  I felt like I should turn more lights on in the house, so they would be able to see.  My bright personality turned out to be adequate for the job.

We made cookie dough for Grampa.

The boys had never tasted the dough before.

Nathan came running when he heard the mixer start.  "What are you doing. Gramma?"

Andrew noticed his brother was missing and was close behind.  "What's Nathan doing, Gramma?"

They now know why Grampa's cookies taste so good.  Gramma grinds oats into a flour to use in the cookies and uses half chocolate chips and half butterscotch chips.  They sampled the chips plain to see if they preferred one over the other.  No preference noted.

The boys discovered they love olives at Jim and Andrea's house.  They also love Oliver, their dog.

I'm not sure if it's the taste or the thumb hole that makes olives so good.  Andrew requested olives for dinner at our next Twins' Friday.

Thank heavens the temperature was 48 degrees today, so we could go outside with our new sunglasses.  The boys wanted to wear their baseball hats, but Gramma insisted on hoods.  We compromised.  

I don't know why they don't make mittens for little boys.  Thumb in the thumb hole, fingers all together.  This is the song we sing in mitten weather.  I taught my children to put on their mittens with that song.  I was helping Nathan get his gloves on, one finger at a time, when he complained,  "Wood chips, wood chips."  I thought I wasn't understanding, so I asked if he really had said, "Wood chips."  He told me had.  I thought about playing at playgrounds and thought perhaps he was right.  I took off the glove and turned it inside out, expecting to find a wood chip.  I found a cheerio, instead.  

On our walk, Nathan told me not to pay attention to what Andrew was saying.  He would tell me where to turn for our first wagon ride of the year.  Partway through our ride Nathan started asking, "Are we going uphill?"  The hills were not very steep, but Gramma slowed down for them and he had figured it out.

 The twins couldn't wait to see Nolan in their sunglasses.  He was not about to disappoint his cousins.

Daddy, I could use a leather jacket.