The Things He Says: Volume 4

Aunt Annie had some friends from Scotland and England visiting.  Bug’s response to their accents? “When they open their mouths they talk silly.”

“Mom, did you get new sunglasses?”
“Yes, Bug, I did.”
“Let me see them… those are cool.”
Just like a big kid 🙂

Really sleepy in the car one afternoon: “I’m going to close my eyes and think about myself.”  And then, promptly fell asleep.

Instead of saying “No, thank you,”… Bug says, “No, please.”  We don’t correct him, because it’s cute.

We had one particularly difficult evening where Bug was just tired after a long day at school.  He refused to eat his dinner, screaming and crying at me to feed it to him.  After telling him that I wasn’t going to feed him because big boys feed themselves, he scooped up some food on his fork, put it on my plate and sassypants said, “I put this here so you could feed me.”  One of those moments where I had to look away so I wouldn’t laugh.

Bug has been having some very good and resourceful ideas lately.  Things like moving his little stool all over the house to be able to reach things that he needs and/or wants.  He is finding more and more ways to become independent, which is great with a new sister in the house.  Every time he does something like this, or every time he sees us do something that he thinks was a good idea, he says, “I was thinkin'” (or, “You were thinkin'”).

One day last week he was on “The greatest ‘fill-in-the-blank’ in the whole world ever” kick.  Each and every thing that day was the greatest.  Sometimes, favorite was substituted for greatest.  My personal fave was “Cora has the greatest baby sounds in the whole world ever.”

Now that it is the holiday season, we’ve been talking a lot about Christmas being Jesus’ birthday and singing a lot of Christmas songs and stuff.  The best part of all of this is Bug saying ‘Jesus Price’ instead of Jesus Christ.  I haven’t been correcting him because I know he’ll only say it that way for a short time and I’ll probably miss it when it’s gone.

Something that I was going to include here, but now technically can’t because, as of last week, it is officially a phrase that Bug used to say: “Sit next by me.”  I am seriously missing this one.  Damn, they grow up so fast!

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Birthday Cake Nightmares

Friday night, 2:30am.  I wake up to Bug yelling and crying, which happens very rarely.  I get up and go into his room to hear him sobbing, “I want to go back to my birthday party and finish my birthday cake.”  Not thinking that it was a bad dream, I tried to explain to him that he did finish his cake (you know, a week ago) and to go back to sleep.  This happens two more times before a glass of water calms him down enough to go back to sleep for real.

When he woke up in the morning, the first thing out of his little mouth is, “My birthday party was ruined because I didn’t finish my birthday cake.”  It was then that Hubby realized that he must’ve had a nightmare about not finishing cake.  Hubby then proceeds to explain that dreams are just pictures in your head and they are pretend and yadda yadda and tried to recap his actual birthday party, wherein Bug did finish his birthday cake.  The birthday cake that we, in fact, brought home to be finished at a later date.  I’m not sure Bug bought it.

These, folks, are the things my kid has bad dreams about.  My child that is obsessed with superheroes and villains and Ninja Turtles.  He has nightmares about unfinished birthday cake, which just goes to show how much he loves cake.  Just like his Momma.

The Things He Says: Volume 3

“Momma, you’re my girl.”  Melts me every time.  Though I do have to say that it was slightly cuter when he still pronounced girl “goilla” (kind of like gorilla but without the ‘r’).  Just now, like 3o seconds ago, I told him that he was my boy and he replied, “And you’re my best girl in the world.”  Little boys are awesome.

Quite awhile ago, we were having our snack in the driveway on a warm, sunny day.  Bug sighs as he sits down and says, “It’s a nice day.”  And, he was right.

He wants to name his baby sister “Brocto Doc.”  He likes to make up words.  Big imagination, that kid.  The funny thing is, he actually remembers that he made up that word.  He’s been calling her Brocto Doc for days now.

Instead of Ninja Turtles, Bug says “Minja Turtles.”  My mom was trying to get him to say it correctly and said, very slowly to him “Nin-ja.”  In reply, he said, very slowly, “Tur-tle.”  She stopped trying.

This morning in the car I told Bug that he was getting too big. His response? “No, mom. I’m just a little bit big, but you’re so so really big!” I think it may have been a compliment?

The Things He Says: Volume 2

First thing the other morning, I’m laying in bed when Hubby brings Bug in the room.  Bug sits on me and asks to play Peek-a-Boo Barn, which he hasn’t played in months.  I say, “I’m sorry, Buddy, but I don’t have Peek-a-Boo Barn anymore.”  He replies, “What are you talkin’ about?”  Hubby and I died.  For the record, neither us or anybody in our families has ever heard him say that before.

Bug tripped on the driveway and scraped his knee.  He cries a little bit.  I hold him and kiss it better and tell him that he’s okay and he stops crying.  I tell him that he’s a tough guy for not crying any more.  He stops a second and then says, “Yeah, I AM tough!”

There is probably one day every week where Bug doesn’t nap.  It’s fine if he doesn’t sleep, but the rule is he has to at least stay quiet in his crib for an hour or so.  He sleeps with a bunch of stuffed animals, and they get taken away if he doesn’t lay down.  So, yesterday he is yelling instead of napping and I (after a warning) go into his room and take his animals away.  After some protesting, he lays down and is quiet for a good hour, though he never falls asleep.  When, I go in to get him he hugs me and says “I’m sorry for you taking my bunny away.”  He was trying to apologize for not taking a nap, which was super sweet.  You have to love the way little brains work!

We’re playing dress up on Tuesday and Bug’s got his cowboy hat on.  He pulls the sides down, as pictured above, and proudly proclaims, “I’m Little Bo Peep!  I lost sheep!”  How he ever thought to pull his hat down like a bonnet, I’ll never know.

The Things He Says Episode 1

Bug is at that age where every single day something hilarious comes out of his mouth.  I figure it’s probably time to start recording these things in some sort of fashion.

  • I was sick last Thursday and on Friday morning, as I was still lying in bed, Bug comes into my room and says, “You sick, Mommy?”  I said that, yes, I was still a little sick.  He grabs a lint roller that was on my side table and rolls my arm twice.  “You feelin’ better?”  My heart melted some.  I told him that, yes, I was feeling a little better after the nice lint roll.  So, he rolls me some more and says, “Opay, you all better now!”  Who knew that lint rollers could cure stomach bugs?
  • Last night, Hubby is trying to get Bug dressed for bed… while Bug is trying to boss Hubby around.  (What can I say?  This bossy boy is his Momma’s boy!)  Hubby says something to the effect of, “I’m the boss, now, buddy, time to use your listening ears.”  Bug answers back with, “No, I’M the bossy now!”  I’m the boss will now forever be “I’m the bossy” in our house.
  • One of Bug’s favorite toys is Mr. Potato Head, except for he calls him Mr. Totato Head.  Awesome.
  • Like a lot of toddlers, Bug pronounces his Ls more like Ys.  Someone, probably a teacher at school, must have been working with him on using his tongue for his Ls, because all of a sudden he started sticking his tongue all the way out of his mouth when pronouncing just about anything with an L in it.  Obviously, we make him repeat L words over and over just for fun.  Because it’s hilarious.  And also because the hilarity will likely only last a few days, so we need to get everything out of it that we can.  Our favorites are fluff and watermelon:

Funny guy.

Instawhat: Week of 10.8

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Bug’s attempt at wearing a blanket like a dress.  He walked around like that for a good ten minutes.  If you weren’t aware… 10 minutes = about an hour in toddler time.

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We visited the fountains downtown on Friday.  (And again on Saturday.  And then again yesterday.)  Bug kept getting down and paddling his brick surfboard and then popping up and surfing.  This kid’s imagination has no end.  I love it.

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One day last week I made Vanilla Bean Cocoa Nib Meringues.

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They were so delicious that I’ve made two batches since.  I’ll post the recipe soon!

Instawhat: Week of 9/23

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This is baby Emma.  She’s almost 5 months old.  At some point, I may write about her.  Bug and I watch her once a week so that both of her parents can go to work.  Bug loves her and calls her his girlfriend.  Way to rob the cradle, buddy.

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Hairdos at the request of the toddler.  He brought me a hair tie and said, “Pony, Mommy!”  I’m not sure exactly where he learned about ponytails (probably preschool… thanks, Miss Yayle) because my hair is too short for them.  So, he got a pony.  And then, he said, “Mommy pony, Mommy!”  So, I got one, too.

Sideways picture, I know.  Hubby & I ran a 5k last Saturday.  James talked the New Balance guy into actually wearing the show costume that was lying on the floor.  And then, Hubby grabbed what would be the shoe’s boob.  Because that’s what the men in that family do.

I got third in my age group!  At first, I was thinking that there were probably only 3 in my age group, but turns out there were 16!!!  I was super excited.  This is me celebrating with a beer. At 9am.

Instawhat – Week of 9/9

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Bug is very into pretending right now.  One of his new favorites is to pretend this basket is a boat.  He sings “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” the whole time he’s in it.

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Building an imaginary sand castle in the rain.  I can see it, can’t you?  It’s the most impressive sand castle I have ever seen.  I actually mean that… I’m not being sarcastic.  For once.

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Silly faces in the bathtub…

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… followed by wearing a bucket as a helmet.

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We have like one day a week where Bug just sits in his crib and sings to himself for an hour.  No fussing, but no sleeping either.  Problem is, if he doesn’t sleep, he turns into a crazy man by about 6pm.  Saturday: no nap + we had a party to go to = nervous Momma.  So, I put on a movie after “naptime.”  Bug sat and cuddled with me for the entirety of Toy Story.  It was awesome.  And, it bought me until 7:15, at which point he turned into a total wild man, obvi.

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Game Day!  Go Gators!  Yay Walmart for having Gator jerseys for just $18!  And with Tebow’s number nonetheless!  Woohoo!  Also, we won…take that, Tennessee!

Instawhat – Week of 8/12

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We started off the week by celebrating Hubby’s birthday.  I made super yummy chicken empanadas for dinner, followed by super yummy carrot cake.  Hubby requests carrot cake every year.  One day, maybe I’ll share the recipe with you.  Maybe.

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Bucket-headed glove-handed goofball.

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On Saturday, Hubby, Bug and I spent an hour at Sports Authority.  It was better than Disney.

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I mean, does Disney have a golf area set up for toddlers to swing real toddler sized golf clubs?  I don’t think so.

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This was hilarious.  Bug walks up to this giant mannequin and just stands there, holding his hand.  Like he was going to walk with it around the store.  We started calling the mannequin “New Daddy.”

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I went to sign onto Twitter and this was the “prove you aren’t a robot” screen that popped up.  I died laughing.  I showed this to some of my coworkers and now my nickname at work is Assbug.  I wish I was kidding.  Actually, no I don’t.  I kind of like it.

The Milk in the Bowl

One day, quite a long time ago, Bug saw Daddy drinking the remaining milk in his cereal bowl.  In true Bug-the-Imitator fashion, he followed suit.  This is the scene every morning in my house.  Bug might not eat all of the cereal in his bowl, but he WILL drink the milk.  And, surprisingly, he rarely spills it.  Unlike the yogurt, which somehow ends up all down his shirt in the thirty seconds that – God forbid – I stop paying attention to the two year old that takes an hour to eat breakfast.