This is the amount of toys I don't mind being in the living room. 
This is the amount I cleaned out of the living room floor on Monday night plus what was in the first basket. (This laundry basket is still waiting to be sorted into the correct toy baskets in Trevan's room)Motherhood definitely makes me feel a little insane at times, but it also makes me laugh more in a day than I think I would working in an office. (Unless it was working at THE Office)
I woke up yesterday morning and Trevan was in my bed. He had climbed into bed with us sometime in the night or early morning.
"Good Morning," I said
He responded with, "Guess what I don't do anymore?"
"What?"
"PICK MY NOSE!" he said in his high, squeaky voice.
"Wow, that's great!"
I also came back from Hawaii to him eating the crust on bread again.
At the breakfast table yesterday morning Trevan asked,
"Mom, what does mmmmm mean?"
"It means something you're eating tastes yummy."
"Mmmmm....mmm."
A few bites later,
"Mom, what does scrumptious mean?"
I laugh,
"It means something tastes really, really yummy, and has a really good flavor."
"Oh, this is scrumptious."
"Mom, what does scrumptious mean?"
I laugh,
"It means something tastes really, really yummy, and has a really good flavor."
"Oh, this is scrumptious."
Before our friends graduation ceremony we were waiting by a little pool of water (I can't think of the word, but they are in malls and such where people throw money in?), and Becky's mom gives Trevan a penny and tells him he can make a wish and throw it in. Do you know what he wished for? A baby brother. She gave him another penny, and he wished for another baby sister. Someone told him he should wish for twins. I was like, "please, no more pennies."
3 comments:
I need to meet your kids. They sound hilarious. Much funnier than my dogs. :)
Has he really stopped with the nose? I was wondering about that lately. When he was last over here, he was digging away and I said (gently), "Trevan, don't do that." Sophie and Kate immediately asked him what he had been doing, since they had not seen him in action. He demonstrated, and they both were like, "ooh, yuck, that's disgusting." He didn't say anything, but I wondered if the whole peer pressure thing might have an effect that parents just don't have!
I haven't seen him do it. He stopped before when he was sick at Christmas and we told him he could have gotten sick because of all the germs and ickies up his nose. But, that didn't last very long. It could have been peer pressure? I just asked him what made him stop and he shrugged and pointed at himself? He said, "I used to think it was yummy, now it's yucky." He cracks me up.
jen, you do need to meet my kids, and you will this summer!! my kids would probably like to meet your dogs too.
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