Kisses

This post is solely for the memory...which I'm sure I will forget in mere hours.  Much like my very first blog post where there was growling involved, tonight I had a 'visit' from a different animal.

I was putting G to bed tonight.  Prayers had been said, books read, sound machine was on and lights were out.  I was laying - facing him, as usual - with my eyes closed.  I felt him move, but didn't open my eyes.  Until.....

I. was. licked.

From my upper lip up onto my nose.  A small, wet tongue slid up my face.  The following is our conversation.  {my eyes are now open, in case you're keeping track}

Me: G! Eww!  That's gross!  You don't lick me!

G: Why?

Me: Because we don't lick people's faces!!

G: But Miles licks my face.

Me: Yes.  Miles is a dog. And dogs lick.  People don't.

G: Woof-woof.

He seriously didn't miss a beat.  And I laughed for a good 3 minutes straight. 

I swear.  This kid's a comedian.

Garrett-isms

I'm having such a good time with my big boy these days.  I love watching him learn and soak up everything he can.  Just this afternoon, he started counting the seats in our living room.  2 on the love seat and 3 on the couch.  I have no idea what started that. 

I also love the way he says certain things.  And so many of these phrases I secretly hope he says forever.  Or at least for a while.

Garrett-isms at 3 1/2:

* lasterday {any time period in the past.  Yesterday, last year, or 3 minutes ago.  It's all "Lasterday."}

* "We love ev-each-udder."  {usually talking about Hudson...we love each other}

* A common phrase around here is, "When I grow up and after I be a superhero, ... ".
* "tackle Redskins" {anytime he and Daddy play football they play "tackle Redskins"}

*  I still love o-ba-skay & o-ba-jay {spaghetti & pb&j, respectively}

* I LOVE how he shows us his muscles:

* His Mimi bought him "Tangled"...which he loves. But he calls it "Tangles". And how might you watch "Tangles" you might ask? Well, on the "divity-divity-dot-com-channel" of course. (DVD-DVD.com) ha!

* When he has a good idea, and wants you to join him in giving a "thumbs-up", he'll say, "Okay.  Now put up your thumb, close one eye."  ha!

* We watch: "Mickey-Mickeyhouse" {Mickey Mouse Clubhouse}; "Clue's Clues" {Blue's Clues}; and "Mesame Street" {Sesame Street}

* We sometimes eat at "Old McDonald's".

* When he rides on your back, it's a "piggy piggy ride".

* You brush your teeth with "Poo-taste".




I'm sure there are plenty more, but since I've been "editing" this post for 11 days (and haven't posted anything else in that time. Geesh.  Bad blogger.) I'll hit publish and come back and add more as I hear/remember them.

Footnapkin

Footnapkin [foot*nap-kin]
-noun

1.  a nonsensical word for a cleaning device for ones foot.
         Please use the footnapkin before you come inside.

2.  a very logical description of the use of ones foot to "clean" up spilt milk.
       "Look, Mommy!  Hudson's clenaing up the milk with his footnapkin."

Lovely.

Three

There are so many fun - and challenging - aspects of having a 3 year old.  He's super inquisitive, soaks every bit life up like the proverbial sponge, and sometimes I can't help but giggle with some of his "Garrett-isms".  And, because my brain is often mush and I know I won't remember these in a few years - or 20 - here is a list of my favorites.

Cob-a-dopter (helicopter)
va-lell-a (vanilla)
not very so much
zoomie-zoomie  (umi-zoomie...a show he likes)
Garrett take care of it  (usually referring to when he's trying to fuss at Hudson or one of the dogs.  I usually say, "Mommy will take/took care of it.  You don't need to worry about it."  He thinks otherwise.)
me do it  (self-explanatory!)
o-ba-skay (spaghetti)
o-ba-jay (peanut butter & jelly
bruh-lell-a  (umbrella)
"I fink it's not"/ "I fink so", etc.
nim-nims (M&Ms)
"I don't ma-member"  (remember)
lasterday (as in, YESterday)
to-later/to-now (use in a sentence?  Absolutely.  "No, Mommy.  I don't want to go to bed tonow.  Toooolaaaater."

When he grows up and is a superhero, he'll ______________

He loves to stand on the bottom of the grocery cart with one arm over the basket and hang on like a trash man.

And we can't forget about "Kelly".  "Kelly" is his imaginary friend (she's been around since last fall or so and we think she derives from his babysitter from Baltimore's little girl).  She'll show up alot around here, I'm sure!!   Anyway, I definitely use her existence to my benefit..whenever he doesn't want to do something (ie brush his teeth, eat dinner, etc), all I have to do is say, "Okay, Kelly.  Let's go brush your teeth."  He'll come running, with a huge grimace.  "NO, KEL-LY!"  Then he'll look at me and say, "I'm mad at her."  hee hee hee
(And total sidenote...I'm watching Ellen while I'm finishing this blogpost, and just after I started this paragraph, she started one of her games and the first contestant's name?  Kelly!)  =)

And as cute as all 'Garrett-isms' are, my favorite has to be when he says, "Mommy?  I love you.  You're my bestest Mommy ever."  Ahhh....yes, dear.  You may have whatever your little heart desires.

The Big Bad Wolf

My first post as a first-time blogger!!

And the perfect example of why I'm (FINALLY) doing this.  While I thoroughly enjoy a multitude of crafts, I CAN NOT make myself enjoy scrapbooking.  Time, however, seems to be speeding up and before I know it my boys will be grown and I'll be too old to remember these "good ole" days.  Even - and maybe especially - the trying ones. 

So, without further adieu, my scrapbook-able (totally a word.  Promise.) memory from this afternoon...

Garrett (3) has been having some issues recently with talking back.  We've been working on it, but most days it's a struggle.  This afternoon was one of those times.  He was talking back - about what, I can no longer remember (see??!  THAT is why I need a place to write this stuff down!!!) and I'd had enough.  I pointed to the front door and said "Go!".  (Side note: there is a large piece of rug in front of the door which has been his chosen 'time-out' spot.  I wasn't telling him to get out of the house or anything.  I'll wait until he's at least 13 to do that.  Kidding!!)  ANYWAY, he didn't want to go and just stood there and stared at me.  I started to get up off the floor (where I happened to be playing with Hudson) and he took off.  Smart boy. 

So, he heads into the foyer where he proceeds to stop walking, turn around, and - with his hands on his hips - squinches (yes, Blogger!  That IS a word!!) up his face and states, "NO!  I'm a Big Bad Wolf! I'll huff, and puff and I'm gonna' blow your house down!!" 

I could do nothing but stare.  And then?  Yes, he did.  He growled at me. 

Needless to say, the next 3 seconds as he walked/stomped/marched to his time-out rug were the only effective 3 seconds of that discipline.  As soon as he turned around, sat down, and saw me laughing across the living room he knew he was home free.

And he was.