Big Red is eating his breakfast. Yogurt, toast and melon, in case you were wondering. He just produced a really impressive belch. Nice tone, medium length and even a vibrato quality to it. As a mother, I'm pretty proud.
Better was the delighted look on his face as he turned to me and asked with wonder, "What dat?"
"You burped, Red. Say excuse me."
" 'Scuse me. Dat was cool!"
He missed the point, but he's actually right. He must have known Mommy needed a blog topic.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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Welcome to My World
It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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6 comments:
Wait till he discovers farting!
XOXOXOXOXO
Ah, it's so much fun when they discover the things their bodies can do!
love red. he's not running around taking off his diapers anymore, right?
Oh no...now it begins. Bee and Cakes are both going through this phase of obsession with all bodily functions, but especially poop and pee. It's so embarrassing! When Bee had her sleepover, she and her little friend talked about their butts non-stop!
I told her if she didn't quit it, she would never get a boyfriend. She said, "That's OK. Boys are gross!"
I assured her that she wouldn't always feel that way.
Yah david..."What's that noise from my behind" my grandmother teacher once remarked to us while writing on the board back-to the class.
Talk about snorting people, we didn't dare laugh aloud with her.
xoxoxo Charlie
Oh my gosh - he's so awesome!
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