On imagination

Tonight we got to hear about the "tiniest dinosaur [Liam] ever saw."  It was green and walked on four legs.   It was smaller than a cell phone but larger than a mega block.   It has a mommy and a daddy,  but no brothers or sisters. Finally,  it was eating "berry juice" ice cream and jumping on the bed.

Where do they get this stuff?

On crotch-grabbing

At the park this morning

A:  "Do you need to go pee pee?"

L:  "No,  I'm just holding myself."

Guess who had an accident 30 seconds later.

Sports fans

Trying to teach Liam about first downs.  He keeps throwing his hand in the air and shouting "First up!"

This is what happens when my husband doesn't like football.

Beverage of choice

Liam was holding my bottle of wine and asking "Can I have a drink?"  Good thing I had already emptied it,  because it was a screw top bottle.

Potty time

I:  "Why are you crying?"

L:  "I have poop on my butt!"

Rough days

Spent the last 12 hours drilling into Liam's head that he needs to keep his hands to himself.  He injured one of the infants yesterday.  He's very rough and doesn't realize his own strength.  So now when you ask "Where do we keep our hands?" he responds with "To my own self."

I hope it sticks.

I need a drink.

On thoughts

L:  "I think I have an idea!"

Enraptured adults:  "What is your idea?"

L:  "A truck!"

An awesome idea.

Just like mom

Liam talks in his sleep.   Today we went to his second pool party and just a couple minutes ago he was talking about "too many in the pool."

I'm a sleep talker too.   Or at least,  I used to be.   I wonder if that is genetic.

Why won't my toddler sleep.

Liam is normally a champ at going to bed.   One story,  hugs and kisses, a round of "ABCs, " and off to dreamland.   Tonight,  however,  is a different story.

"Mummy.  I'm poopy,  mummy."

Insert diaper change.  Flush poop down the potty.  Sing again.  Wait five minutes.

"Daddy!   Want daddy!"

Daddy comes up.   Rubs his back.   Sings "Silver Birch."  Wait five minutes.

"Mummy!   I need a diaper change,  mummy.   I peed in my diaper.   Mummy!"

Change diaper again.   Claims he doesn't need to sleep.  Sing "ABCs" and "Twinkle Twinkle."  Request to sleep in the big bed denied.

I can still hear him muttering to himself in his crib.   Talking about going pee pee in the potty.   Crying out for me off and on.

I'm going to bed now,  as I can tell this may be a long one. 

S#!% Liam says

I've been advised by a coworker to start writing down all of the crazy things my kid does.  So here we go.

Liam is nearly three and getting more "terrible" by the minute.  Yesterday, the following two exchanges occurred:

1.  In the car, 8:25AM

L:  (after spitting, yelling, or kicking the passenger seat for about two minutes) "Mummy, you frustrated?"

A:  *silence*

This happened at least four times.



2.  In the time out chair, 7:30PM

L:  "Don't tell me what to do!  You're not in charge of me!"

I & A, in the kitchen:  *silently laughing*


On the bright side, raising him won't be boring.