Future Defense Attorney, Perhaps

Today Drew did something to exasperate Liam, and Liam hit him. (Hmmm, I could probably say that sentence every other day.) At the end of Liam's time out, I asked him why he was in a timeout.

"Because Drew kicked my truck!" was his immediate response.

"No, Liam, why are YOU in time out?" I pressed.

"Because Drew did....and Drew....and then Drew....and he frustrated me!"

"So, what did YOU do, Liam?" I asked, gently.

"I got a timeout."

Oh, the injustice.

Glubs, Katiebugs and Wiggly Readers

I've been keeping a list of the funny 2-yr-old way Liam says certain things that I don't want to forget.

Here's a couple just from today:

(asking about when his birthday is) "When will my birthday be ready?"

(talking about his best friend) "Anna's my SO MUCH friend!"


Some of my other favorites:

gloves (and mittens, actually) = "glubs"

ladybugs = "katiebugs" (I refuse to correct this one, b/c I just love it so and want it to last forever! So shh--don't wreck it! Of course, this is how teenage boys (BRAD) end up still thinking puppies are called "buppies" and a sip of pop is a "zip!")

pretend = "tember" as in, "I tember I baby Cheetah, Mommy. You tember you the Mommy Cheetah!"

hill = "hilp"
kleenex = "pleenex"
McDonalds = "Picdonald's"

And finally, Liam's first knock-knock joke (told consistently, over and over and over and...):

Liam: Knock, Knock
You: Who's there?
Liam: Orange
You: Orange who?
Liam: People!!! (followed - always - by gales of uproarious laughter)


When Drew was two, I didn't have a blog, so I've forgotten most of his funny little sayings. I do remember one, however:

The summer Drew was two, he referred to the Whippy Dip (local ice cream shop) as the "Lip Lip." The neighbors thought that was hilarious and promptly began referring to the Whippy Dip as the Lip Lip from that point forward. The following summer, when Drew was an oh, so mature 3 years old, the neighbor kids asked him if he'd been to the "Lip Lip" yet. He looked at them with total disdain and answered in a perfectly condescending tone, "It's not the Lip Lip. It's the Lippy Dip." Get it right, people.


Of course, at almost six, he's not beyond having his own funny sayings:

My favorites:

weekly reader = "wiggly" reader (again, just can't bear to correct him!)
Mars = Marv's

And one of the all-time best:

Drew: Mom, is Great-Papa one of my anbrothers?
Me: Your what?
Drew: You know...anbrothers? The people that go before you?
Me (after a moment of deep thought): Oh, you mean ancestors?
Drew: Yeah! Ancestors!
Me: Yes, he is.
Drew (after a moment of deep thought and then a burst of laughter): OH! I thought it was ansisters --- and anbrothers!!

File Under: Things My Children Will No Longer Say in 10 Years

#1:
Drew had field day at school yesterday and I went to help out. It was a gorgeous day and we all had a great time going from station to station playing games. I was in charge of a group of 7: Drew and 6 of his classmates. About half way through, Drew flashed me a dreamy smile and then said, "Only one person on my team is lucky enough to have his MOM as the leader! And it's ME!!!"

#2:
I was goofing around with Liam yesterday and said, "Liam, I have a surprise for you!"
He glanced over at me and asked, "What?"
"You'll never guess," I continued.
His eyes widened now, "What?!!"
"I love you!" I responded, a little afraid that he'd now be disappointed.
No worries. He immediately threw up his hands in the air and shouted, "YIPPEE!!!"

Who says you don't get paid to be a stay-at-home mom??

Apocalyptic Personality Test

Yesterday I worked, and after picking up Drew from school, we headed over to my dear friend's house to pick up Liam. As Steph and I talked, the boys and her two kids played in the backyard. We weren't really paying attention to what they were playing except that it involved working in the "garden" and then running to a nearby tent to take shelter. As their playtime drew to a close, we tuned in just in time to take in this:

Drew, safely taking refuge in the tent with Steph's two kids, shouts desperately, "LIAM!!! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!"

Liam, calmly hoeing in the garden, looks up at the sky, shrugs his shoulders and returns to his work, saying, "It's not even raining!"

And that, my friends, says it all.

We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything...

Drew and his good friend playing this afternoon:

























Of course, little brother had to get in on the action as well!














Arr, Matey!

A Great Mom's Day

It was a perfect Mother's Day:

Church
Culver's (with my very own dish of ice cream!)
Nap
Kite-flying
and Gifts!

Brad took the boys to Wal-mart and let them loose (figuratively, that is) with one question: What does Mommy like to do?

Here's what they came up with:

Yarn (Luther blue, of course!)
Flowers (fake, b/c Mommy can't keep anything alive)
Diet Mountain Dew (no explanation necessary)
Chocolate (ditto)
Corn on the Cob skewers (b/c I like to cook?!?)
A Magazine (b/c I like to read -- and they picked the finest of literature, as you can see!)

Absolute treasures!!! (the gifts and the givers!)