Jack and Noah-isms

A couple of interesting things have come out of the boys' mouths in the past week . . .

I was explaining to Noah where your kidneys are (not like I even know exactly where they are, but moms have to act knowledgeable about these things - at least I do, or he makes me go look it up . . ), but I described them as being sort of on the sides of your back.

My sweet Noah, who has developed cute little semi-love handles, said "ooohhhh, is that why my sides are fluffy?"

Loooove it. (and him!)

And then Jack. His comment wasn't as funny. He told us "I don't want to be 'Jack and Noah' anymore - I want to be just Jack." And my heart broke a little for him. An identity crisis at the ripe old age of 8. He's also requesting time away from Noah - which I actually totally understand - they are together for EVERYTHING. They live together, go to school together, Sunday school together, sports together, etc. Can you imagine? I'd need some space too. And the sibling rivalry has gotten really bad over the past few months. So, we're processing this and trying to figure out how to separate them more. Not so easy!

Meanwhile, I'm trying to get serious about this marathon training business (1/2 marathon, that is). Uggh. My muscles are hurting, but I'm determined. Two weeks into it, I've made it up to 3.5 miles. I have a LONG way to go. But hopefully I'll work off some fluff in the process . . . .