songs

I took Porter sledding yesterday while Dallin napped. It is nice to be able to do things with Porter alone sometimes. When he is not focused on fighting with Dallin, competing with Dallin, etc., he is a pretty fun kid. When we first got the sledding hill, we were the only people there. Porter wanted it to stay that way so he wrote, "this park is closed" in the snow, hoping that it would fool other people into staying away. When other kids came, he wrote his name on the trails he created, again trying to deter the others from sliding down his hill. He also discovered that he likes to eat snow. He said that he was having it for a snack and offered me some. Then he found a bunch of foot prints in the snow. Some of them were huge. He thought perhaps they had been made by a giant. He and I had a lengthy discussion about giants and how big this giant my possibly be. Then we looked more closely at the footprints and found that they were mine. I'm not a giant, I just have giant feet, I guess. Porter also found some old footprints that had turmed to ice. He thought they were like fossils and then he tried to bury them so someone else could find them.

Dallin was writing little songs in the bathtub tonight. The first one went like this:
Aunt Mallory, Aunt Mallory
da da da da da
stinky poo poo
we love you.

The second one went like this:
Uncle Brett
ba da ba
buncle bett
dett dett dett
uncle Dett

Then he told me that I wasn't his friend and neither is Aunt Mallory. His best friends are Uncle Jacob, Uncle Brett, Uncle Jess and Porter. He also likes some of the boys he goes to daycare with and some of the boys who live in our neighborhood. All of his uncles are his friends in some degree or another. He also likes all his cousins. He does not like any of aunts or any other girls that he knows except Grandma.