Buddy is going through a phase that I've heard many a parent lament about...the dreaded potty talk. Everything equates to poo. EVERYTHING! We cannot eat a meal without it being compared to poo. His brother is now known as poo poo head.....it's nauseating. Apparently no amount of time outs or threats are working to combat this poo phenomenon and it's making Super Husband and I crazy.
Anyway, yesterday we went to a birthday party and all was well. The day was finally drawing to a close and we were driving along the highway to get home. Both kidlets were happily chattering in the back. Little Man suddenly starts yelling, "Fuck, Fuck"! As in perfectly enunciated....clear as day. Super Husband just about loses control of the car when I turn around and realize that Little Man is pointing to the 18 wheeler beside us. Thank GOD....he means TRUCK! So the remaining ride home goes something like this:
Me: It's TRuck...T...T...T...R-U-C-K. Can you say TRRRUUUCK?
Little Man: Fuck
Buddy: Poo Poo Head!
Me: Try Again. TRRRRRUCK.
Little Man: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Me: T. Say T! T-T-T-T....
Buddy: Poo...Poo....Poo Bum!
Seriously. If the ride was being recorded I'm sure it would secure us as a top contender for parents of the year.
And let's face it. It's useless to give Buddy crap for talking poo when his brother is dropping the F-Bomb left, right and center.
Oh well. Today is a brand new day, right?
August 29, 2011
August 24, 2011
Look Your Fears Straight in the Eye
Isn't that what "they" say?
Well Super Husband and I finally did just that. We sat down over the course of multiple evenings and forefeited the little downtime that we have a day in order to come to terms with our finances.
So Depressing.
And Liberating.
You see, although we have a ridiculous amount of debt, it's actually much better to know what it all is and plan to fix it rather than to sweep it under the carpet.
We did all this in preparation for our very first meeting with our financial planner. Well, it's actually our second meeting but since the first one happened about ten years ago I decided to reset the clock.
We met with Mr. Money for about two hours sans kidlets. My palms were sweating. I was nervous (and I rarely get nervous....so that was a bit messed up). In the end, we have our work cut out for us. We knew that. BUT the good news is that if we work REALLY extra hard we could potentially be debt free in two years. And be well on our way to purchasing our dream home. Well, maybe not our dream home....but at least our forever home!
We are very excited to start our plan. So excited that we promptly went out and had a beer on a patio to celebrate. It was a nice moment. Until I flicked my orange slice into my pint and Super Husband advised me that he would never do that because "you never know who's been touching that orange" Thanks for that Super Husband. You're a total buzz kill.
Well Super Husband and I finally did just that. We sat down over the course of multiple evenings and forefeited the little downtime that we have a day in order to come to terms with our finances.
So Depressing.
And Liberating.
You see, although we have a ridiculous amount of debt, it's actually much better to know what it all is and plan to fix it rather than to sweep it under the carpet.
We did all this in preparation for our very first meeting with our financial planner. Well, it's actually our second meeting but since the first one happened about ten years ago I decided to reset the clock.
We met with Mr. Money for about two hours sans kidlets. My palms were sweating. I was nervous (and I rarely get nervous....so that was a bit messed up). In the end, we have our work cut out for us. We knew that. BUT the good news is that if we work REALLY extra hard we could potentially be debt free in two years. And be well on our way to purchasing our dream home. Well, maybe not our dream home....but at least our forever home!
We are very excited to start our plan. So excited that we promptly went out and had a beer on a patio to celebrate. It was a nice moment. Until I flicked my orange slice into my pint and Super Husband advised me that he would never do that because "you never know who's been touching that orange" Thanks for that Super Husband. You're a total buzz kill.
August 18, 2011
You Know What Pisses Me Off?
The Grocery Bag Situation. Yes, it deserves to be capitalized because it seems like a full event each and every time I get groceries.
I am fully supportive of the green movement. We religiously recycle, compost and all the rest. We're vegetarians. I pack the kids snacks in reusable containers. Heck, we barely drive anymore. I feel we are doing our part.
But yet every time I go get groceries I feel like a hardened criminal. The cashier liiks at my pitiful stack of cloth bags and then to my heaping cart full of food. She sighs and then asks the dreaded question. "You need bags"?
You see, we have a SMALL place. We have a LARGE stroller. That we have to store in the trunk. We have a small-ish car. And two LARGE car seats. What that all equates to is not much room for other stuff.
So while we have about 25 cloth bags of varying sizes....I can't always get to them. And at 9:30pm after a long day the thought of dragging our double stroller out of the trunk to find the pile of bags is not happening.
So I brought in the 3 bags I could get.
Now on to the real reason I am annoyed.
I have 3 cloth bags. They are large and will hold a good amount of our stuff....but likely not all. Since I'm not some kind of savant at figuring out the ratio of groceries to bags and cubic storage space...I have no fucking idea if I need more bags!!!
So I answer the cashier's question. "I'm not yet sure".
She stares at me for a moment. Blinks. Then asks again. "But do you need bags"?
WTF?
"I don't know. You see, I have some bags here....but I might need more. I have no way of knowing If I need bags until I've filled these ones".
Her reply?
"So what do you want me to do"?
Oh.My.God. I'm about to have a stroke. But I contain myself.
"I want to wait and see if I need bags".
To which she responded, "Oh. Okay".
Seriously? Why is this so difficult?
Next time I will dig the bags out first. It's not worth the hassle.
I am fully supportive of the green movement. We religiously recycle, compost and all the rest. We're vegetarians. I pack the kids snacks in reusable containers. Heck, we barely drive anymore. I feel we are doing our part.
But yet every time I go get groceries I feel like a hardened criminal. The cashier liiks at my pitiful stack of cloth bags and then to my heaping cart full of food. She sighs and then asks the dreaded question. "You need bags"?
You see, we have a SMALL place. We have a LARGE stroller. That we have to store in the trunk. We have a small-ish car. And two LARGE car seats. What that all equates to is not much room for other stuff.
So while we have about 25 cloth bags of varying sizes....I can't always get to them. And at 9:30pm after a long day the thought of dragging our double stroller out of the trunk to find the pile of bags is not happening.
So I brought in the 3 bags I could get.
Now on to the real reason I am annoyed.
I have 3 cloth bags. They are large and will hold a good amount of our stuff....but likely not all. Since I'm not some kind of savant at figuring out the ratio of groceries to bags and cubic storage space...I have no fucking idea if I need more bags!!!
So I answer the cashier's question. "I'm not yet sure".
She stares at me for a moment. Blinks. Then asks again. "But do you need bags"?
WTF?
"I don't know. You see, I have some bags here....but I might need more. I have no way of knowing If I need bags until I've filled these ones".
Her reply?
"So what do you want me to do"?
Oh.My.God. I'm about to have a stroke. But I contain myself.
"I want to wait and see if I need bags".
To which she responded, "Oh. Okay".
Seriously? Why is this so difficult?
Next time I will dig the bags out first. It's not worth the hassle.
August 15, 2011
...Apparently There are Some Body Parts you Just Don't Need
Tonight has been one of "those" nights. You know, the type that needs to end in drinking mass quantity of alcohol ;)
It was a hectic day at work. Today marked "Go-Live" of the HR System I was hired to implement and manage. It took 9 months from project kickoff to get here, so needless to say although proud and happy....it's been an exhausting run.
So, when 5pm hit, I was READY to pick the guys up and head home.
I picked them up, packed them up and got out of there without issue (score)! I even walked them all the way home without any meltdowns. You see....this is when I should have known it would go South. These brief periods of calmness never last for us.
I get up to the house and un-clip the guys from the stroller. Both jump out and instead of going inside as I asked, bolted the other way. Under the giant evergreen tree they adore in the front. No amount of coaxing is working....I had to as per usual resort to slinking under the tree and hunting them down (aka: running around the tree 8 times). Finally got them out and Buddy bolts next door. Now I'm just getting pissy. I'm tired. Hungry. Done. To prove this point I revoked my prior promise of outside play after dinner. The result? screaming, crying and the usual drama. I finally got Buddy inside the house kicking and screaming. In the meantime, Little Man is looking Guilty and Slinky. I knew it right away: poo. Damn! Now I have one kid screaming and the other one with a full load. And dinner is nowhere in sight...
At this point I make the hasty decision to run into the kitchen and start something - quick. In the literally 30 seconds I was in there Buddy ramped up the tantrum. I called to him to come in and "help with dinner" which usually works to distract him and for a second I thought it worked - I could hear him approaching - when....BAM! I heard him fall. Then really, really bad crying. The kind that makes you stop in your tracks because you know it just aint right.
So, I ram out to find Buddy spewing blood from his mouth. Bad. Out come the ice packs and lots of paper towels. I literally couldn't figure out where it was originating from until the bleeding slowed. Then I realized when I pulled his upper lip up....the little piece of skin that connects the inside of his upper mouth to his gums was non-existent. Completely severed. His gums were already turning purple. Lovely.
While I'm attending to this drama I have Little Man pulling at my pants yelling, "BumBumBumBumBum".... Because the overwhelming stench of shit didn't clue me in to the fact he needed to be changed, apparently.
Meanwhile, my chana masala is boiling over on the stove.
I finally get the blood slowed, Buddy under control, Little Man changed and juuuust get them settled when Super Husband walks in.....
You know what they say: timing is everything.
Oh, I did call Telehealth and apparently Buddy will be just fine. The frenulum may or may not reatach....but in either case he is going to be a-okay....because apparently it serves no purpose anyway. Go figure.
I think my scars from the evening will take longer to heal :)
It was a hectic day at work. Today marked "Go-Live" of the HR System I was hired to implement and manage. It took 9 months from project kickoff to get here, so needless to say although proud and happy....it's been an exhausting run.
So, when 5pm hit, I was READY to pick the guys up and head home.
I picked them up, packed them up and got out of there without issue (score)! I even walked them all the way home without any meltdowns. You see....this is when I should have known it would go South. These brief periods of calmness never last for us.
I get up to the house and un-clip the guys from the stroller. Both jump out and instead of going inside as I asked, bolted the other way. Under the giant evergreen tree they adore in the front. No amount of coaxing is working....I had to as per usual resort to slinking under the tree and hunting them down (aka: running around the tree 8 times). Finally got them out and Buddy bolts next door. Now I'm just getting pissy. I'm tired. Hungry. Done. To prove this point I revoked my prior promise of outside play after dinner. The result? screaming, crying and the usual drama. I finally got Buddy inside the house kicking and screaming. In the meantime, Little Man is looking Guilty and Slinky. I knew it right away: poo. Damn! Now I have one kid screaming and the other one with a full load. And dinner is nowhere in sight...
At this point I make the hasty decision to run into the kitchen and start something - quick. In the literally 30 seconds I was in there Buddy ramped up the tantrum. I called to him to come in and "help with dinner" which usually works to distract him and for a second I thought it worked - I could hear him approaching - when....BAM! I heard him fall. Then really, really bad crying. The kind that makes you stop in your tracks because you know it just aint right.
So, I ram out to find Buddy spewing blood from his mouth. Bad. Out come the ice packs and lots of paper towels. I literally couldn't figure out where it was originating from until the bleeding slowed. Then I realized when I pulled his upper lip up....the little piece of skin that connects the inside of his upper mouth to his gums was non-existent. Completely severed. His gums were already turning purple. Lovely.
While I'm attending to this drama I have Little Man pulling at my pants yelling, "BumBumBumBumBum".... Because the overwhelming stench of shit didn't clue me in to the fact he needed to be changed, apparently.
Meanwhile, my chana masala is boiling over on the stove.
I finally get the blood slowed, Buddy under control, Little Man changed and juuuust get them settled when Super Husband walks in.....
You know what they say: timing is everything.
Oh, I did call Telehealth and apparently Buddy will be just fine. The frenulum may or may not reatach....but in either case he is going to be a-okay....because apparently it serves no purpose anyway. Go figure.
I think my scars from the evening will take longer to heal :)
August 8, 2011
Lesson Learned
My BFF has always had a public hate-on for raccoons. I couldn't understand it. How could this sweet, sweet ball of fluff cause you anger?
Well now I know.
Yes, I may be a vegetarian and would fight for animal rights any day....but I am about ready to strangle the raccons who live in the neighbour's tree.
Let me back up.
Super Husband and I decided to splurge on an awesome stroller. We got the BOB Revolution Duallie off of kijiji (barely used) for $480 which, believe it or not is a great deal as we would have paid more like $700+ new. Anyway, we love, love, love this stroller and can justify the price tag because it is used each and every day as a means of transport to and from daycare. Weekends it is used to go on trails, Wonderland, malls....you name it. Can you tell we are smitten with this thing?
Anyway, we are very protective of said stroller. Every night we fold it lovingly and put it in the trunk of the car to protect it. One day last week it was raining. I didn't fold and put in the car as usual because when I went to do so it had puddles of rain on it. I didn't want it to go in the trunk soaked so I dragged it up to the porch and half folded it there where it was protected.
The next morning I got up and checked to make sure BOB was still there. Thank goodness nobody stole him!(yes, my stroller is a him).
Well we get ready and Super Husband goes to load the kidlets in the stroller and he says, "Hey....where did that hole come from"? This is where I start to get super frantic. "What hole"? I ask....desperate for his contact lenses to be failing him. Then I saw it: A tear in the fabric by the kids' feet:
I couldn't understand it. Where had this hole come from? Did aliens decend upon BOB overnight? Was someone envoius of BOB and lashed out? I had no logical explanation.
That is, until I got to daycare and went to use the mesh pocket on the back of the seat. I was greeted by ripped mesh. A big old hole.....leading to what? A Ziploc bag containing only crumbs of what used to be Goldfish crackers.
The light bulb went off.
Fucking Raccoons.
Well a-hole raccoon. I hope the 2 goldfish crackers that you got were super tasty. And filling. There will be no more in your future.
And that is why you don't leave food....even morsels in your stupidly expensive stroller.
Well now I know.
Yes, I may be a vegetarian and would fight for animal rights any day....but I am about ready to strangle the raccons who live in the neighbour's tree.
Let me back up.
Super Husband and I decided to splurge on an awesome stroller. We got the BOB Revolution Duallie off of kijiji (barely used) for $480 which, believe it or not is a great deal as we would have paid more like $700+ new. Anyway, we love, love, love this stroller and can justify the price tag because it is used each and every day as a means of transport to and from daycare. Weekends it is used to go on trails, Wonderland, malls....you name it. Can you tell we are smitten with this thing?
Anyway, we are very protective of said stroller. Every night we fold it lovingly and put it in the trunk of the car to protect it. One day last week it was raining. I didn't fold and put in the car as usual because when I went to do so it had puddles of rain on it. I didn't want it to go in the trunk soaked so I dragged it up to the porch and half folded it there where it was protected.
The next morning I got up and checked to make sure BOB was still there. Thank goodness nobody stole him!(yes, my stroller is a him).
Well we get ready and Super Husband goes to load the kidlets in the stroller and he says, "Hey....where did that hole come from"? This is where I start to get super frantic. "What hole"? I ask....desperate for his contact lenses to be failing him. Then I saw it: A tear in the fabric by the kids' feet:
I couldn't understand it. Where had this hole come from? Did aliens decend upon BOB overnight? Was someone envoius of BOB and lashed out? I had no logical explanation.
That is, until I got to daycare and went to use the mesh pocket on the back of the seat. I was greeted by ripped mesh. A big old hole.....leading to what? A Ziploc bag containing only crumbs of what used to be Goldfish crackers.
The light bulb went off.
Fucking Raccoons.
Well a-hole raccoon. I hope the 2 goldfish crackers that you got were super tasty. And filling. There will be no more in your future.
And that is why you don't leave food....even morsels in your stupidly expensive stroller.
August 3, 2011
Handsome
Being a mom can be frustrating at times. There are days when I feel stressed and impatient and snap over things I shouldn't. When you are in the moment, you can easily fail to see the humor in a situation.
Super Daddy/Husband advised me that he was going to soccer after work. This is fine, but means that I do the night routine with the guys solo. Now, because I'm a Super DUPER Mommy/Wife this shouldn't be a problem, right? Right? Oy....
So I get Buddy and Little Man home. Buddy was in a foul mood and let everyone know it by screaming and attempting to launch himself out of the stroller. The.Entire.Way.Home. We finally got in the door and I started to make dinner while amusing hungry, irritable Beasties. So much fun!
After much negotiation, I get the three of us seated at the table to eat dinner. That's when my stomach started making really loud noises. A warning sign. I attempt to ignore. Finally, I have to give in. I dash to the bathroom and am about to do my business when I hear the dreaded, "I have to go poooooo". Oh God. Buddy has to poo. Panic sets in. We only have ONE BATHROOM! Effing downsizing! So like a dedicated mommy I give up my spot on the crapper for my firstborn. I'm still not sure he appreciates the magnitude of this sacrifice. I will remind him when he is naughty. Thankfully I was able to manage (read: pace the miniscule apartment) while Buddy sat on the potty and sang Itsy Bitsy Spider. Disaster narrowly averted.
Next up: Getting Little Man to bed.
I got Buddy situated with a video and I thought he was adequately amused for a few minutes. WRONG! I went into Little Man's room for possibly 5 minutes. When I come out I am greeted by Buddy with his ENTIRE HAND submerged in the tub of Vaseline. I just about had a stroke and started lecturing him when I noticed his hair looked wet. He hadn't bathed so why was it wet? WTF? Completely irritated at this point I ask, "What's in your hair, Buddy"? His response: "Water. I made it handsome for you".
My heart melted. My stress and frustration dissipated. I smiled at my beautiful boy and told him he was indeed handsome.
Sometimes you need to be reminded to appreciate the present.
Super Daddy/Husband advised me that he was going to soccer after work. This is fine, but means that I do the night routine with the guys solo. Now, because I'm a Super DUPER Mommy/Wife this shouldn't be a problem, right? Right? Oy....
So I get Buddy and Little Man home. Buddy was in a foul mood and let everyone know it by screaming and attempting to launch himself out of the stroller. The.Entire.Way.Home. We finally got in the door and I started to make dinner while amusing hungry, irritable Beasties. So much fun!
After much negotiation, I get the three of us seated at the table to eat dinner. That's when my stomach started making really loud noises. A warning sign. I attempt to ignore. Finally, I have to give in. I dash to the bathroom and am about to do my business when I hear the dreaded, "I have to go poooooo". Oh God. Buddy has to poo. Panic sets in. We only have ONE BATHROOM! Effing downsizing! So like a dedicated mommy I give up my spot on the crapper for my firstborn. I'm still not sure he appreciates the magnitude of this sacrifice. I will remind him when he is naughty. Thankfully I was able to manage (read: pace the miniscule apartment) while Buddy sat on the potty and sang Itsy Bitsy Spider. Disaster narrowly averted.
Next up: Getting Little Man to bed.
I got Buddy situated with a video and I thought he was adequately amused for a few minutes. WRONG! I went into Little Man's room for possibly 5 minutes. When I come out I am greeted by Buddy with his ENTIRE HAND submerged in the tub of Vaseline. I just about had a stroke and started lecturing him when I noticed his hair looked wet. He hadn't bathed so why was it wet? WTF? Completely irritated at this point I ask, "What's in your hair, Buddy"? His response: "Water. I made it handsome for you".
My heart melted. My stress and frustration dissipated. I smiled at my beautiful boy and told him he was indeed handsome.
Sometimes you need to be reminded to appreciate the present.
Hello
I created this blog to capture our journey as we go through life on what feels like a constant state of fast forward.
We are a family of four with two little boys aged 1 (Little Man) & 2 (Buddy) who keep us on our toes. We decided early this year after I started a new job and a terrible commute to sell our 2,300 square foot home in the burbs to move to a tiny rented 900 square foot apartment in the city.
Motivating Factors:
Save money
Spend more time together as a family
Eliminate/lessen commute
Move the kids to a reputable, registered day care
Eliminate second car
Be closer to friends, family and amenities
The Plan:
To live here for a year before purchasing our next "forever" home
How's it Working Out?
Love, Love, Love living in the city. Can't say enough for being able to actually WALK to work, day care, subway, stores, parks, restaurants.......it's awesome.
What about the tiny apartment, you ask? Well....it's okay. Frankly we are not in it much other than for the necessity of bathing and sleeping. We are adjusting just fine to the small space (having put about 50% of our "stuff" in storage at a friends' house). The main frustrations are, 1) No central air, 2) No dishwasher, and, 3)The downstairs tenant who smokes and complains about the kids being too loud. Other than that....it's actually not bad. I don't miss cleaning a big house or paying all the utilities for it. I certainly don't miss the commute (3 hours a day in the car in good weather) and I love that the boys have a great (albeit extortionately expensive) day care that they love going to every day. No more TV watching!!! As a result I kind of feel like I suck less as a parent :)
Will we hit our goal of moving out in a year? I dunno.....keep checking in to find out what happens next on our family adventures. I promise it will make you laugh, possibly cry and keep you entertained...even if it is at my expense.
We are a family of four with two little boys aged 1 (Little Man) & 2 (Buddy) who keep us on our toes. We decided early this year after I started a new job and a terrible commute to sell our 2,300 square foot home in the burbs to move to a tiny rented 900 square foot apartment in the city.
Motivating Factors:
Save money
Spend more time together as a family
Eliminate/lessen commute
Move the kids to a reputable, registered day care
Eliminate second car
Be closer to friends, family and amenities
The Plan:
To live here for a year before purchasing our next "forever" home
How's it Working Out?
Love, Love, Love living in the city. Can't say enough for being able to actually WALK to work, day care, subway, stores, parks, restaurants.......it's awesome.
What about the tiny apartment, you ask? Well....it's okay. Frankly we are not in it much other than for the necessity of bathing and sleeping. We are adjusting just fine to the small space (having put about 50% of our "stuff" in storage at a friends' house). The main frustrations are, 1) No central air, 2) No dishwasher, and, 3)The downstairs tenant who smokes and complains about the kids being too loud. Other than that....it's actually not bad. I don't miss cleaning a big house or paying all the utilities for it. I certainly don't miss the commute (3 hours a day in the car in good weather) and I love that the boys have a great (albeit extortionately expensive) day care that they love going to every day. No more TV watching!!! As a result I kind of feel like I suck less as a parent :)
Will we hit our goal of moving out in a year? I dunno.....keep checking in to find out what happens next on our family adventures. I promise it will make you laugh, possibly cry and keep you entertained...even if it is at my expense.
August 2, 2011
Quote of the Day Archive
A place to store the memorable quotes...because they are too priceless to be forgotten :)
From August 13th while waiting in the car for Super Husband/Daddy to run into the LCBO:
Buddy: Mommy, where did daddy go?
Me: Into the store to buy some beer
Buddy: Why does he want to buy a beard?
Me: No Buddy, not Beard - Beeeeerrrrr
Buddy: Oh. I want a Beard, too. I'm a big boy.
From August 17th when Super Husband/Daddy was attempting to lure Buddy into bed for the night:
Super Daddy: Buddy, it's time for bed
Buddy: No it's not. I'm not tired.
Super Daddy: Yes, Buddy, it's night time. Time to sleep.
Buddy: Nope. I'm going to get up, jump on the bed, run out of my room and then sit on the time out chair.
Super Daddy: (flustered) No you're not. The time out chair went to bed already.
From September 21st when Buddy was inquiring about the status of dinner:
Buddy: Mommy, what's for dinner?
Me: I'm making Pad Thai
Buddy: Oh. What is it?
Me: Noodles. With other stuff.
Buddy: I hope not vegetables.
Me: Well, yes, a little but they are good
Buddy: (Looking at the finished product) Oh no! Broccoli! I don't like that. I hate vegetables. Oh! Carrots! They're good. Carrots are NOT vegetables. Can I have more in my bowl?
From October 20th as Buddy used the newly hung coat hooks for the first time:
Buddy: Mommy, I'm using my new hook!
Me: Yes you are. Great job!
Buddy: You know what that is called?
Me: No, what?
Buddy: Hooking!
From Late November while playing in Buddy's room with Little Man and Super Daddy:
Super Daddy: Buddy, Did you just toot?
Buddy: No
Super Daddy: Are you sure?
Buddy: Nope. Little man just took his toot out of his bum and put it in mine.
From August 13th while waiting in the car for Super Husband/Daddy to run into the LCBO:
Buddy: Mommy, where did daddy go?
Me: Into the store to buy some beer
Buddy: Why does he want to buy a beard?
Me: No Buddy, not Beard - Beeeeerrrrr
Buddy: Oh. I want a Beard, too. I'm a big boy.
From August 17th when Super Husband/Daddy was attempting to lure Buddy into bed for the night:
Super Daddy: Buddy, it's time for bed
Buddy: No it's not. I'm not tired.
Super Daddy: Yes, Buddy, it's night time. Time to sleep.
Buddy: Nope. I'm going to get up, jump on the bed, run out of my room and then sit on the time out chair.
Super Daddy: (flustered) No you're not. The time out chair went to bed already.
From September 21st when Buddy was inquiring about the status of dinner:
Buddy: Mommy, what's for dinner?
Me: I'm making Pad Thai
Buddy: Oh. What is it?
Me: Noodles. With other stuff.
Buddy: I hope not vegetables.
Me: Well, yes, a little but they are good
Buddy: (Looking at the finished product) Oh no! Broccoli! I don't like that. I hate vegetables. Oh! Carrots! They're good. Carrots are NOT vegetables. Can I have more in my bowl?
From October 20th as Buddy used the newly hung coat hooks for the first time:
Buddy: Mommy, I'm using my new hook!
Me: Yes you are. Great job!
Buddy: You know what that is called?
Me: No, what?
Buddy: Hooking!
From Late November while playing in Buddy's room with Little Man and Super Daddy:
Super Daddy: Buddy, Did you just toot?
Buddy: No
Super Daddy: Are you sure?
Buddy: Nope. Little man just took his toot out of his bum and put it in mine.
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