Overheard on the monitor

Mummy,  I farted.  I farted, mummy.

Repeat 10x.

So proud

Liam choose a career path tonight.   He wants to be a stripper.

Don't ask...

Liam was sitting in Daddy's lap last night, about to get ready for bed.

I:  "Do you need to go potty?"

L:  "Yeah."

(pause)

I:  "LIAM!!!!!!!!"

Apparently the potty couldn't wait.  Commence late night laundry to include Daddy's jeans.

Bottomless pit

I am starting to believe that boys are  truly insatiable when they're hungry.  Liam's idea of an after-daycare, pre-dinner snack is a pouch, a banana, and a yogurt.  At which point he is not hungry for dinner an hour later.  But boy does he have a meltdown if you don't let him have one of those items.

I may need to increase our grocery budget.

Bugs!

We were at Meijer this morning,  beating the pregame rush.   As we passed the seafood counter, Liam pointed and yelled "I want to see the bugs!"

He had spotted the live lobster tank.

I think we may have a hard time dragging him out of Preuss Pets later.

Woof woof!

Liam's new thing lately is to crawl around on all fours and pretend he's a puppy.  Last night, we had just finished his bedtime story when he rolled over on all fours, proclaimed he was a dog, and told Ian to pour dog food into his (Ian's) hand.  Liam then "ate" the food out of Ian's hand. 

Maybe that's why he doesn't want a dog.  He already is one.

Budding Meteorologist

I got corrected on the weather this morning.


L:  (looking out the front door)  "Mommy, it's not bright out?"

A:  (glancing outside) "No, honey, it's cloudy."

L:  "No!  It's FOGGY!"


He was right.  I'm impressed that he recognizes fog.