Quotables

My child is absolutely hilarious. He makes us laugh all the time, and it's not always what he says. But, when he does say something funny, I try to write it down so that I can remember it later. I was also told to write them down because it would be neat to go back to it when he's older. So, here goes.


- "My toes are dancing!"

- "I have to put my shoes on. The wind will blow my socks off!"

- And my favorite to date... overheard while in the bathtub:
Holding the toy truck above water, he says to it, "BREATH, Truck!" And then dunks it in the water, brings it back up and says, "I told you to breath!" And dunks it again.

Do you think we traumatized him when trying to teach him how to swim?

Let's Talk about sex, Baby!

It feels like every day, someone asks me some kind of question that deals with my sex life. It comes from all sorts of people, and it comes in all sorts of varieties of ways. It comes from old people, young people, family and non- family, even complete strangers!

It starts with “How old is your child?” which is innocent sounding enough, but when they then decide to ask about my sex life, they’ve gone too far. Why do people feel the need to ask me about this? How is it any of their business? What makes them think that I would tell them the ins and outs (no pun intended) and goings on in my life when I really think that’s something that shouldn’t be talked about with anyone but my husband?

“How far apart do you want them to be? Isn’t it about time for another one? Micheal needs a little sister/brother! Don’t you think? Are you at least trying?”

I know that they’re just trying to be nice, but every question they ask sounds to me like, “Did you have sex last night? Are you going to try again tonight? How did you make it work last time? Maybe you should try that again this time!”
I just don’t get it. When, or IF, we decide to have another baby, then we’ll let other people know when we decide to let people know! Is that too much to ask?

Slave to Love

At our house, we are in the throws of potty training. It’s not really been very bad. He does very well at school, having no accidents at all, but then he’ll come home and get rid of everything that he had saved up all day long. Sometimes so much so that he’ll go through another three or four pairs of underwear before he’s all emptied out, or it’s time for bed. So, I have been doing a whole lot of laundry! The problem is that three or four pairs of dirty or wet underwear aren’t really enough to make a load of laundry, as small as they are. So, then I end up finding something that needs to be washed, even if it’s the shirt and pants I was wearing that day. Four o’clock in the afternoon isn’t too early to put on your pajamas, is it?

Hot, Steamy Love...

In a Box.

And you thought I meant something dirty, didn’t you?

I talked to my mom the other day, and she said that she had thought about me today and bought me something. When I asked her what, she told me she had bought me the one thing that I love more than anything during the winter time, and I can never find it anywhere around where I live. I love having a cup of hot chocolate in the morning when it’s freezing outside, instead of coffee, because I’m still not old enough to drink coffee.

So, other than her telling me that she loves me, I know my mommy loves me because she bought me my favorite box of hot chocolate. And that’s Love, all hot and steamy in the morning.

Perfect

I couldn’t have trained him myself any better. I only wish that I could take some claim for it, but he’s smart enough that he doesn’t need my help, and he has perfected his skill better than I would have expected from him at his age. His gasps of excitement and surprise were at the exact right moment, only interrupted by giddy exclamations of “Oh, look at my present!” I promise to one and all that I did not prep my child on what to say when he opened all of his Christmas presents, he did it all by himself. I was tickled pink! In fact, everyone watching him open presents enjoyed a giggle or two. No matter whether the contents inside the wrapping paper were toys that he recognized favorite characters, or whether it was a book or clothes, it was the same reaction every. single. time. I was so proud of him that he figured out that the people giving him the gifts wanted him to enjoy them, so he showed them exactly how much he was going to enjoy the gift, even if Mommy or Daddy wouldn’t let him take it out of the box right then.
Needless to say, our Christmas holiday was incredibly fun. My child has found his inner actor, and he has been playing the part every day. We’ve been laughing so much that I have been writing down all the things he’s been saying that keep us rolling on the floor. I’ll post that one later. I have to remember the ones that I forgot to write down first.