Who's driving who nuts?

At the table last Sunday, we were talking while eating lunch (this seems to be a pretty common backdrop for these types of stories, huh?).  A family friend had come up to us at church and was asking about Dylan's surgery.  So, back at home (around the table) we were discussing the situation and Blake chimes in with, "That girl, what did she ask?"

"Well, buddy, she was asking about Dylan's ouchie on his belly and how he was doing." I said. 

"Oh,"  a five second pause, " why?" Lately this has become a rather common response from  Blake to almost anything. 

I said, "She just wanted to know if Dylan was getting better. " 

"Who is she?"

"She's grandma's friend."

"Why?"

"She's lived here a long time, she's nice and grandma likes her. "  

Apparently, I wasn't giving him the answers he was wanting or expecting because he looked at me and rather frustratingly said, "Ohhhh, you're driving me nuts!"

Can anyone guess where he picked that little phrase up?  


Blake was eating an apple on Thursday this week and he got down to the apple core.  He looked at Michelle a little disgusted and said, "I don't want to eat the arm pit," and gives the apple core to Michelle.  Apparently he is a little confused between what fruits have cores and what have pits.  But what I am still a little confused about is what fruits have arm pits?  :)  


Blake loves vehicles, any type; red, blue, big, small, truck, car, motorcycle, 2 wheeled, 4 wheeled, doesn't matter.  He will frequently just want to go out to the garage, sit in the car/van and pretend to drive, pushing buttons, touching everything, turning the steering wheel.  It makes it an interesting experience turning the car on after he's had his fun.  :)  But on to the story.  Saturday we had a little bit of a scare and ended up having to take Dylan to the ER.  It was a long day for Michelle and Dylan there, but they just found out he was backed up and helped him.  He is doing just fine now.  As Michelle was getting ready to take Dylan to the ER, she was telling Blake that she needed to go to the hospital, that Dylan had an ouchie and that they were going to be gone for awhile.  Blake of course was concerned and wanted to show his sympathy for the situation.  He naturally had a question to make sure he understood the situation holistically.  Like any future investigative journalist, he came with the hard hitting, fact finding question, "So, which car are you taking?" 
Truly the most important follow-up question (for a 3 year old).  For those keeping score at home, Michelle took the van.


But just so you don't close this blog entry thinking that Blake is completely devoid of feelings for his younger brother, we'll leave you with this last story. 
On Wednesday, we were able to take Dylan's surgical bandages off.  It had been over a week so it was on there pretty good.  Michelle started at the edges and with her fingernail picked and pulled at it until she was able to get it all off minus the center where some blood had coded the wound and it was really stuck.  Dylan was wiggling and whimpering in obvious discomfort. Blake grabbed Dylan's hand and in a rather soothing tone told his little brother, "It's ok Buddy. You're okay. Don't cry"
It was pretty cute. I grabbed a q-tip, got it wet, and slowly worked the last bit of bandage off.  We're glad it's looking good.  Hopefully, Dylan'll be done with the hospitals and done with surgeries.  Fingers crossed.