Michael has been MIA this weekend, which gives me more time to laugh at Jack spend with Jack.

Here are the pictures that I felt compelled to take yesterday.

Oh, and I should mention that there are plenty of moments where I just couldn’t grab the camera fast enough.

Here was Jack in his grim reaper costume. And eye mask. And compression socks.

The eye mask and socks came in a travel bag that Steve was given on the airplane last week.

He brought one home for each of the boys.

And Jack has been wearing the mask for two straight days.

Here are Jack and Molly making a “special recipe.”

Grass, ice, water, water balloons, and rocks.

It’ll keep the bugs away, apparently.

When I asked what the green stuff was, Molly said quickly, “Grass. But we didn’t pick it. We got it from the lawnmower.”

Because (you may not know this) Steve is a little… um… protective of the grass.

With good reason.

It’s beautiful and looks like green carpet.

But I thought it was funny that our neighbor friend knew enough to assure me that they didn’t pick the grass.

How about one more picture?

Michael took it of the birds who have grown fond of our watermelon and pumpkin that are growing outside.

They ate them.

The joke’s on the birds, though. Because their bellies are going to be getting really big very soon.

My boys are sick.

Well, two of the three of them are. Steve is feeling fine.

Michael had bronchitis and a horrible sore throat about three weeks ago, and apparently that never really got better.

So, now he has an ear infection and the remnants of bronchitis.

Namely, the cough.

*hack, hack, hack*

Jack was fine until this week.

A certain situation (more on that below) came about Sunday evening and on Tuesday morning he had a runny nose.

And on Wednesday, he had a sore throat and a watery eye.

On Thursday, his eye started to become goopy (Yes, that’s an actual medical term).

And today I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

I brought them both in to the doctor.

Dr. Moore:  Hey look! It’s Michael and Jack! How are you guys?

Jack: Well, I have a really runny nose. And my eye feels like it’s really tight (see visual below).

LOVE the toothless face :)

Dr. Moore: Wow, that’s a good description, Jack.

Jack: And my throat… it feels like the germs are shooting out splinters all over with guns. Like pow, pow, pow. And my eye, it was really watery and now it has, like, goop coming out of it, and it’s gross.

Dr. Moore: Ok.  That’s more of a description than adults give me.

Mom: Who wants to tell Dr. Moore how Jack got sick?

Jack: Michael took my fork at the dinner table, and he put it in his mouth and licked it. Then he breathed all over my plate.

Dr. Moore: Did you eat from that fork, Jack?

Jack: Yes.

Michael: But he threw corn at me! And I had to get back at him!

Dr. Moore: It sounds like you two need to behave better at the dinner table. Michael, if you can’t go to the Grand Canyon next week like you planned to, who is to blame?

Michael: Jack.

Jack: Michael.