Me: Thomas, how is your diaper doing?
Thomas: It’s fine. How are your big boy pants doing, Mommy?
Archive for January, 2009
You never know who’s living just around the corner.
Published by January 12th, 2009 in Uncategorized. 3 CommentsIn the car this morning…
Thomas: Where are we going?
Me: We’re going to drop Daddy off at his office.
Thomas: But what street is it on?
Me: Daddy’s office is on Dayton Street.
Thomas: And then where are we going?
Me: We’re going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
Thomas: And what is it on…what street?
Me: Grandma and Grandpa live on Teaberry Lane.
Thomas: And the Muffin Man lives on Teaberry Lane.
Me: Close. The Muffin Man lives on Drury Lane.
Thomas: And he makes muffins sometimes.
Me: Yes.
Thomas: And his muffins have flavors.
Me: Yes they do.
Thomas: And sometimes he has a flavor on his hat.
Me: ??
Thomas: Where’s Daddy?
Me: Daddy is at work.
Thomas: But why?
Me: Well, because in every family somebody has to go to work so that everybody else can have food, and clothes, and a warm house, and . . .
Thomas [chomping on a piece of string cheese]: And string cheese!!
Me: Yes!
Thomas: Daddy will probably go to the store and get some more string cheese when he’s done working.
I took this video after witnessing Thomas doing something hilarious. I tried to get him to recreate it, and as you can see, I had to work for it.
Password = goop
Rocking Out from Andrea on Vimeo.
FYI: “getting goop out” = “picking my nose”
What Christmas looked like around our house:
Published by January 6th, 2009 in Uncategorized. 0 Comments
“The Wise Man is driving and the sheep is riding in the bucket!”
Guess I’m not the only one looking forward to warmer weather.
Published by January 5th, 2009 in Uncategorized. 0 Comments
Why should a little snow get in the way of a game of baseball?
He dug and dug for a long time, trying to uncover the grass. He said several times “When I’m finished digging, it will be summer.”
(I have no idea why he insisted on wearing the industrial-strength hearing protection, but I didn’t mind since it helped the hat stay on. He calls them his earmuffins.)
This is the infamous, treacherous flower pot of death:
Seriously, if you were looking around your house for things that could maim a toddler, would this be the one you’d pick? It’s made of plastic! Our regular dining room chairs look more threatening than this thing.
Nevertheless, the flower pot now looks like this:
I’m thinking about sending the doctor a link to this post so he can see that I’m really not as negligent as he thought. Maybe I should put foam around the edges of our dining room chairs, too?
