When given a choice of cereal, he takes the Blueberry Frosted Mini Wheats every time over the Kashi Granola. Go figure!
When placed down for a nap at Great-Grandma's house, make sure not to lay him on the floor next to the bed. What will happen: Upon hearing blood-curdling screams from child, run terrified into the guest room to discover you cannot locate said child because he has rolled under said bed and gotten stuck between the wall and a Rubbermaid box of quilting material. Child will be traumatized for the greater part of 3 minutes.
Do not allow child to leave the table with peanut butter left on face from earlier sandwich. What will happen: dog will graciously clean child's face with her tongue. This is gross.
He will brush his teeth for 2-3 hours at a time. Stopping only to drink milk or comment on the status of the dog. P.S. Do not attempt to remove toothbrush from child's slobber-ridden hands under any circumstances unless you are well prepared to deal with the aftermath.
When given a double dose (by accident) of cold medicine, he will become especially cuddly and will sit voluntarily on my lap for up to 30 minutes. Going so far as to lay his head on my chest or shoulder.
He LOVES to see real tractors, combines, dump trucks, bulldozers, bush hogs, or any other large machinery in action! Upon watching said heavy equipment he repeats the phrase "have that" continually.
He loudly protests when I take off his new shoes. (the ones Great-Grandma bought him)
He fake burps. And then laughs at himself.
He thinks his daddy is the funniest person on the planet. And, of course, he is.
He calls my mom's pond a "bath". I can see how he would make such an assumption... we let him sit in the stream of the pond in the summer, he also sits in the bath. Both are filled with water. Both are totally fun.
Like his Momma did back in 1979, he too enjoys a good green tomato fresh off the vine.
Peeking through doggy doors is a pretty stinking fun thing to do at Great-Grandma's house.
The kid's got moves. And by moves, I mean, any time he hears any kind of tune (be it radio, TV, someone singing, humming, whistling, or a toy making music) he shakes his booty like its nineteen-ninety-nine.
When it's getting close to nap time, if I cleverly place his passy within eyesight, sit nonchalantly in the rocking chair with his favorite blankie, and hum a nice lullaby, it's like the Pied Piper. I don't even have to tell him its nap time. He just moseys on over and climbs up to snuggle in. It's one of my favorite times of day. :)
Along those lines, lately he's started to lay his head on and cuddle with anything remotely soft or squishy. i.e. blankets or stuffed animals laying around, a sweatshirt he finds on the chair, daddy's socks on the floor, the kitchen rug, and my personal favorite - the exercise bike, though its neither soft nor squishy. It just happened to be at the right place at the right time. lol.
And those, my friends, are just a few of the things I learned about my boy this week! He's so full of surprises.
1 comment:
You crack me up! This was very cute. Cleverly written.
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