Run of the House

Deacon seems to think that he is the boss of our house. A fact that is disputed by Olson and myself. But when given the opportunity, he will assert himself by walking around the room and claiming control disputed territory. For example the other day he decided that the remote was his sceptre. It is funny how different two kids can be; Deacon will look at you and give you a knowing grin saying "I am about to attempt this what are you going to do about it?" Where Olson will just do something and hope that you don't catch him. Of course when Olson is caught he will do his best to blame Deacon for the miss deed. Also Deacon walks around looking for trouble where Olson just seems to find it by accident. We hear it a lot and I tend to agree Deacon is a tank, or a bruiser, he is going to be a lot like his Grandpa I think. Sara and I are seeing a lot more of Dad in him lately. Of course both boys are having a blast playing with all of Olson's new toys and fighting over who's turn it is to play with the Bat Copter.

ER

Deacon has joined the ranks of "Robinson boys who went to the ER for an injury before they were two." Last night as Sara and I were getting ready for diner he decided it would be a good idea to climb up onto the dining room chair (this is not a new idea for him he likes to spend the bulk of his time climbing on things) which usually works out in his favor as he is able to reach food and other things of interest. Well last night gravity won and he slipped off of the chair knocking the back of his head on the way down. Sara was there right away to asses the damage; once it was determined that there was blood coming from the back of his head she lost control of her scenes and was going strait to the hospital without further discussion. Enter stage left "Me." I grabbed a rag and tried to calm Sara down "lets have a look at it before we head off to the hospital sure enough there was quite the gouge in the back of his head, so we loaded all the kids up and headed to the ER. (We are currently watching our niece for a couple weeks) For anyone who wants to know it is much better to go to the ER at 6:00 p.m. then 2:00 a.m. as you get through much faster. It took less than a half hour and he was stapled up and ready to go home. Deacon was back to normal and trying to climb the chair again that night. This is the second time Deacon has been to the ER (first was for whooping cough) and only time will tell how many more he has in his future. My bet is that he will stay ahead of Olson in the competition.

Birthday

Olson had his fourth birthday party last weekend. It was a week late because his Dad was off gallivanting with the Marine Corps. He had a blast, a big thank you goes out to everyone who came. And there was a lot of you, Sara and I figured it was about 40. Now Olson is four going on 25 and he loves Batman, and robots. He pretends to be either one or the other about 60% of the day. Rarely does he go by Olson, if you try and call him Olson you get the response "..I..AM..NOT..OLSON...I..AM...A...ROBOT.." "oh sorry; Robot, will you please pick up your toys." Anyway he is having a blast being four.