Cole's Video, Interrupted

I vaguely remember seeing Cole fooling with my camera one day and that I moved it away from him and turned it off, but I didn't check to see if he had taken any pictures or not. Looks like he was planning to make a movie and I interrupted it:

More of Chase's "Art"

I haven't posted any of Chase's artwork lately. He's still taking art classes and still loving them, but he hasn't brought anything new home lately because they're preparing for their art show. I've seen his new work though, and he's got some really great stuff.


Jack and Sloan gave Chase some cool art projects for his birthday, and he's had fun playing with them.


Sloan gave him a pet rock in the shape of a frog. Chase painted the frog and then made it a home under the gardenias in the courtyard (the paint is weatherproof):





Jack gave Chase some sculpting clay and a book of project ideas. Chase couldn't wait to get his hands on that clay, and I couldn't wait to see what he would make. I forgot that, art classes or not, he's a 6 year old boy:

Yep, he made poop.

He made it in his room, stuck it on his rug, and then hollered, in his best tattling voice, "Mooooooo-ooooooooooooooooom, look what Cole did in my room!" I made the mistake of laughing, so now he and Cole take turns hiding it around the house all day long and blaming it on each other, on Tootsie, even on their dad. Hopefully they're almost old enough for the potty humor to lose its appeal. Yeah, right.

Dino Wars

I have never seen an imagination quite like Cole's. When Chase was younger, he always wanted us to play with his toys with him, but he rarely played with them by himself. Cole can keep himself entertained with his toys for a long time, and it always sounds like he's having the best time.
He has loved cars, trucks, tractors, and trains since he was very little, but his current obsession is dinosaurs. He has a collection of dinos from very large to small that he plays with ALL the time. He lines them up by type of dinosaur and then by size, names them, and then, of course, they fight.
Cole makes up stories about his dinosaurs all the time. He will run into the kitchen screaming hysterically while I'm cooking dinner, saying that he's being chased by a sharptooth (T-Rex) and he needs me to knock it over with my tail. In his game, I am apparently a longneck and have a long heavy tail that can knock a t-rex over. He won't give up until I swat at the air with my imaginary tail, slaying the sharptooth. I swing my tail around a few times to stop the shrieking, eliciting cheers from Cole and an eyeroll and a heavy sigh from Chase. At age 6, he already finds my antics embarrassing. He's going to make a lovely teenager.
Anyway, here he is lining them up (ignore the floors - something is broken on my camera and it gives the appearance of poor housekeeping):

A close-up of the dinosaurs (and their cousin, the dragon):