QUOTE OF THE DAY

It's baseball season again, and the one thing I didn't take in to consideration when we started these sports commitments, was that we have GROWING boys.  That means, each season we can't just reuse our stuff, like probably their feet wont fit in their shoes from last season.  Novel idea, but cheap ole me never thought about this.  So, Chance and I were in line to check out with our handful of baseball gear, one size larger.  The line was looooong, and damn those displays near the checkout counters......I swear when I shop with kids in tow, I always spend more money.  Chance was begging for the sunglasses beautifully displayed there.  The lady in front says, "I have a boy about your age.  He got 2 pairs of sunglasses and broke them both, so now he doesn't get any more sunglasses".  Chance was perplexed.....and asks how old her son was.  She proceeds to tell him he was born December 3, 2003 (Chance was born Dec 22, 2003).

Later in the car on the way home, Chance says,

"Mom, I can't believe that boy was 19 days older than me and broke both pairs of his sunglasses.  I mean, how can someone SO MUCH OLDER THAN ME be SOOOOOO irresponsible?"

I'M MELTING

Remember this scene:



Well, you would have thought that was Brooks today as we were walking in to the gym.  He's almost 18 months old, and I think this was his first time ever to experience rain on his face.  And it wasn't even really raining.  It was a nice, gentle mist.  Either it doesn't rain much in Texas, or we just don't get out much.

We got out of the car and had about 100 yards to walk in to the front doors of the gym (we got in to the car in the garage this morning).  Immediately he grabs his face and starts somewhat screaming, somewhat complaining.  And then proceeds to say in his best 18 month old pronunciations......"EYE" (as he points to his eye", "NO!!!!" (for nose), "MOUF!!!!!!" the stress is increasing, "CHEETS" as he points to his cheeks as if they are melting off his face!

We recover and walk inside cause the kids club is so cool it makes even the most distressed toddler forget about rain and delve in to the world of Elmo, and playdough, and blocks, and other toy taking toddlers.  As we were leaving though, he ran out the doors in eager anticipation of picking up rocks as we always do on our way out.....only to stop abbruptly upon picking up one rock, looks up to the sky and bats his eyes at the mist, drops the rock and screams "EYE, CHEETS, MOUF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"Mom, does this ever happen to you?  When I start watching a movie like Harry Potter, all I want to do is watch it over and over again, ALL THE TIME, even though it is very INAPPROPRIATE."

Good thing this week the Harry addiction has been replaced with Mickey Mouse.  We digress but at least it's APPROPRIATE.

The Charmer

Brooks turns 17 months on Wednesday.  Boy does time fly.  He is still a walking ball of happiness, his positive energy radiates in everything he does.  This week his new thing is to JUMP.  He yells "ump", bends his knees and throws his arms up above his head and gets absolutely no air what so ever.  But what can you expect from a man of such stature.  I mean the kid just outgrew his coat today and put on Chance's from when he was THREE.  And it fit, less about an inch in the sleeves. 

Being the only girl amongst a household of boys, I've gotta say that I yearn for the day that bodily functions don't come in to play. 

We opened the door tonight to this woman that was buying some DVD's from me, go figure, and Brooks comes trodding up..  The woman sees him, is immediately put under his spell and says, "hey cutie!".  Cutie proceeds to blow air thru his lips making a very loud fart noise and proceeds to say "Toot".  She puts he arm to her chest, takes a gasp backwards and says "oh my, I'm glad my little girl can only say mama". 

So charming.  But this is why we love Brooks, cause he can look so darn cute even saying Toot.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

I've mentioned in prior blog posts that I am a selling maniac.  Opposite of those hoarders that I like to watch on TV.  And Chance picks up on this, often making sure that I am not going to sell his bedroom by the time he gets home from school. 

But the other weekend Chance and I had left to run some errands and have some special "mommy-Chance time".  He had been playing in Brooks's room trying to piece together a train track but little fingers kept encroaching on his work and destroying it.  It didn't end well, with Brooks screaming and crying and Chance fuming mad.  We get in the car and he proceeds to tell me:

"Mom, I am VERY VERY VERY SERIOUS about this.  I think it's time that we sell Brooks.  REALLY."