When the husband is away

the wife will eat a lot of cheese.  mmm dinner.

Very vanilla

SO I was just looking at this pic of G$ where he's all "later mom.  I'm going on a trip.  No.  don't call.  I'll call you.  Yes, I'll brush my teeth.  No, I'm not poopie.  Stop asking.  it's so embarrassing.  I promise."

And I'm all... that kid is cute, but uhhhhhhhhhhh how boring is that whole scene?  Other than the fact that I let my child push around a piece of luggage for approximately 30 mins.  Whatevs.  Probably worse is that piece of wreath that stayed in that same spot for like 4 days when I pretended it wasn't there and then was constantly concerned it was dog poo for like .5 seconds then remembered my laziness... and my poor memory.

So I'm thinking of painting the inside of our front door.  well, and now the outside too.  We have a total cliche red door and I think I'm over it.  I think I want to go blue.  Ok, lets be honest I want to go turquoise, but I know the Ben Black won't go for it.  SO I'm thinking of this color of blue.  Islandy, no?

From the mouth of babes...

Ben:  I've seen a LOT of pad commercials lately.
me:  Really?
Ben:  Yah, they're creepy.

MINES.

The Seestor and her familia came to spend this past weekend with us.  Courtney, Chris the Ell-Monkey and the Little Peanut (or baby Broo Broo as Elliott calls her.  Or Brooklyn because well...that's her name.)  Anyway, it was a damn good time.  I should have worked a little harder on saying hot damn.  It didn't make it into the weekend.  I blame being off on a sinus infection, running 12 miles on Sat, and the bevvies consumed.

"I coloring."

Sweet happy little baby.  

I like that it appears they are playing together.  The truth is that G desperately wants to play with Elliott and Elliott is 2.5 and says that everything is "Mines" and subsequently wants to do everything G is doing.

Can this baby be any more beautiful?  I think no.  He also apparently calls fortune cookies "cookie nuts" which I find to be hilarious.  So I asked if he liked big or small ones.  I'm an awesome aunt.  

My baby loves to sit (for 1 second.)  He really likes to get in chairs and sit on them.  Well, chairs and dogs.

Said in my best Slick Willy (Bill Clinton) voice... "I did NOT eat any chalk."

The stand off.  The show down.  Ell saying "Mines colors!"  Griffin REALLY wanting to be together.

I really wish I had videoed them in the wagon.  Griffin was touching Elliott with one finger and making him freak out.  It was awesome.  Love those boys.  And those cheeks hanging out of that bottom.  

And yes.  We are in the front yard.  With a plastic pool.  And children with swim diapers and no suits (Or swim soups as Elliott says.)  And maybe a cocktail.  

It was a classy weekend.

In THREE WEEKS

We'll be in jolly ol' San Francisco.  What?  People don't say that?  Whatevs.

We're staying in union square.  What MUST we do?  Keep in mind we mostly love eating and drinking and shopping.  Ok, mostly the first two.

SO give me your details.  What do you think?  (Ps.  We will be sans baby.)

What does a monkey say?!?!

So I had to take the G$ to physical therapy with me today.  Which was 1/2 success 1/2 utter fail.  So I'm busy hooked up to some e-stem, G was in the jogger and started fussing because Brown Bear and snacks were no longer cutting it.  This new girl comes up and is talking to us--tells me about her nephew who is 5 months, but was 3 months early then switches to the baby--which is totally fine by me because HELLO, he's totally cute.  And I think a genius.

Then she's like how old.  I tell her.  She starts asking him all the different sounds animals make.  Cow.  moo.  (we kind of have that... in one book.)  Then she asks about Monkey and I go... oh, he doesn't know that one yet.  She is all "oh... I thought that was like one of the first things all kids learn."  Then walks away.  I'm sitting there with my dumb kid who doesn't know his animal noises.

I WANTED to tell her that he can point to your eye.. and the eye of things in books.  He knows ball.  Maggie.  Dog.  Down.  Hi.  Bye.  (no.) Mama.  Dada.  and can do SIGNS.  (and calls birds dogs, whatever.)  He can also say light and night night and lambie (his lovey) and Jenny (one of his day care ladies.) But, I held my tongue.  Because she doesn't care.  She wasn't judging me.  Unless she was judging the yogurt that was posing as hair gel today.

Mom of the year...

I've had that as my subject before.  I'm going to say it's because I'm fully aware of my momtastic short comings. Like last night when my baby was screaming when I put him to bed which I tried to ignore (I know you think I do that a lot, but I don't).  Then He wasn't laying down (this was only after maybe 5 mins) and I go up there and he's got a major poo.  Then he's signing "eat eat" and I'm all You JUST HAD DINNER you tiny little manipulator and laid him back down after a song and still awake awake awake... only to go up there and get him and feed him an ENTIRE BOWL of something.  So apparently my baby was starving.  I also picked him up today and he hadn't eaten much at daycare because he has a little cold and his care provider gave us some muffins for later... and I ate one.  In the car.  Hey, I'm sick too.

Anyway... so below is a video because I'm awesome.  I like to add words to my lingo.  Shazam.  It's one I super love.  I tried to bring back wack, but it just didn't take.  It also rained today--which is of no consequence to this blog post except the fact that IT EFFING RAINED TODAY for the first time in like almost 90 days.  Ridonk.  I'm basically going to put on every piece of northface gear I own and a scarf and go buy some wellies.

So here it is.  Now I'm waiting for my little one with a snotty nose and a cold and 4 teeth coming in to wake up. send us well vibes.  Or wellie vibes.  Whatevs.