Young minds

I am endlessly fascinated by the way my little boys' minds work. They are like sponges, picking up anything and everything and bringing it into their worlds in their own ways.

They both tend to latch on to certain subjects and obsess about them for awhile. Letters. Numbers. Planets. Trains. Etc. Right now, the newest obsession is gas. As in gasoline. Not that they aren't into passing gas, because they're boys and farts will ALWAYS be funny, they are just more excited about fuel.

It started when we had a streak of days in a row where we stayed at home and I got a little cabin fever. So I asked the boys if we could go for a ride to get some gas. Surprisingly, they were both excited by the prospect. We went to the gas station, they got out and helped me pump gas by opening the gas tank, inserting the nozzle, and pressing buttons. I showed them the diesel nozzle versus the unleaded nozzle and said that our car uses unleaded gas.

Pumping gas never looked so cool.

He needed all of his lovies to make it through the car wash. It was a little scary for him.

Johnny, on the other hand LOVES the car wash.

Since then, they have wanted to fill our car with gas everyday. To which I have to explain that since we don't really use our car that much, our tank is still full. So, I decided to make our own little gas station so they fill their own cars as much as they wanted. And it's seriously adorable.

They are so into gasoline, in fact, that they will point out cars in parking lots and say, "It's a red car! It probably takes unleaded." Once, we came across this really large pickup truck and Johnny postulated it probably takes diesel. Since the owner was sitting in the car playing with her phone, I told him he should ask her. So he did. After a little coaching, of course.

"Excuse me. Does your truck take diesel?"

To say the owner was surprised is an understatement.

Oh, and Johnny was wrong. The pickup ran on unleaded. In case you were wondering.

Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming

It's been pretty hot here. "Pretty hot" as in it's 85 - 90 degrees out with no breeze to speak of and I'm 6.5 months pregnant. Blech. Oh, and there's a little bit of humidity thrown in there to just make sure my sweat never dries.

Thus, we have been making the most out of our pool. The boys and I go in at least once a day and sometimes twice, depending on how hot it is outside. Since we've spent so much time in the water this summer, the boys have gotten really comfortable with the water. Johnny loves to swim around the whole pool with his floaties from Grandma Durso and Hank just likes to splash around and jump to me. Both boys put their faces underwater and both have learned the concept of closing their mouths and holding their breaths. Without any kind of formal instruction. Which is awesome.

And now Johnny does stuff like this:
Which is pretty awesome considering he wouldn't go near the diving board a few weeks ago.