Doodimus is was sitting at the breakfast table this morning, eating his waffle and cheerios.  I asked him why he was so cute.

"Because, I'm boy."

I opened my two year old's door this morning to let him out of bed.  He greeted me with, "Hi Mommy.  I singin 'Never Let Go'."

Good song by the way. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOODIMUS!

*documenting cuteness for posterity*

"Hey, Doodimus, whatcha doin'?"

"I eatin'...my foo naks."
"What's your name?"

"Dossy."

"What's her name?"  (pointing to Munchkee)

"Dordy Bug."

"What's his name?"  (pointing to Beebs)

"Dakey.  Dakey Poo Pie Powers."

"Where's the sweet boy?"

"Wigh hew."  (pointing to self)

"Where's the cute boy?"

"Wigh hew."  (pointing to ( Read more... )

I was giving my baby a kiss at the exact same moment he was telling me he was "gonna go pway."  The result was that I distracted him and so at the conclusion of the kiss all he said was, "pwah."  Which sounded, essentially, like he was spitting the foul mama kiss right off of his wittle wips.

Even Beebs laughed.  He totally has my sense of humor.

Today my mom and I toted the kiddos to a local farm slash amusement park.  It was a beautiful day and since it was a weekday, it wasn't too crowded.  We rode lots of rides, saw lots of neat things and Doodimus had his very first pony ride on a pony named Bumbleberry ( Read more... )

Often these days, I can be found typing away at my computer, oblivious to the goings on around me.  That means that sometimes kids draw on my walls with crayon, pile all the toys in the whole house on somebody's bed, dump an entire bottle of toilet cleaner into the bathtub, or on a sunny day when I leave the back door open, go outside without my ( Read more... )

During a recent attempt to put a shirt on Doodimus, some of his fingers, as always were still stuck inside the sleeve once the shirt was on.  He held up a half hidden hand to me and said,  "Uh oh.  Mingers."

Yay, mingers!  I love it.  Beebs still calls them "thingers."

 This morning my Doodimus Baby woke up inexplicably at 5:30am.  I was all, "It's not 10am, why are you up ( Read more... )

The baby and I were standing in front of the toaster again this morning.  When his waffle popped up, it startled him just like it does every morning.  Only this time he said, 'Oh!  PEEEEEBOOOOO!"