Eric is an amazing communicator. His vocabulary is huge and he can carry on like an adult. And nothing could make me prouder...or make me want to slap my forehead...like his "little" 3 year old mouth.
The subtlety and obvious nature of what children say is just hilarious. Like, when I stub my toe, for example, and Eric will ask me "What did you do?" I'll tell him what happened and that it hurt my toe and he responds with "Well, don't do that then."
Problem solved.
And one of the most memorable times was when he was sitting on the couch, by himself, playing with his Optimus Prime transformer. He loves that toy, but it gets the best of him sometimes. My proof comes from what I overheard as I was in the adjoining kitchen: "I'm so frustrated with this damn* transformer thing!"
I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle the laughter over what I could not believe I had just heard. My beautiful, pure baby boy, playing innocently with his toy on the couch with, what I imagined to be, black residue on his little lips!
After I composed myself, I calmly and nonchalantly mentioned that that wasn't a nice word and we try not to say it...so, how's about that weather?!
Anyway, onto my true inspiration for this post: this morning.
Levi had just gotten up for work; I was still laying in bed when Eric came and crawled into the newly-vacant spot. Levi came crashing down on both of us, pestering us with poking and tickling. Well, I don't care to be manhandled first thing in the morning, so I sternly asked him to stop.
No luck.
He kept at it and kept at it. I was getting irritated and Levi knew it so he thought he'd try to make it "all better" my placing little kisses on my shoulder. It wasn't working and even Eric knew it because the next thing we heard was:
"You're only kissing her because you're in trouble!"
My kiddo is way too observant.
*please note: I do not use that language. It is not acceptable speech. However, Hollywood insisted on putting it in SpiderMan--one of Eric's all-time favorite movies. And dog-gone it, he learned exactly where to put it in a sentence. Part of me feels like writing a strongly-worded letter...the other part is thankful for the laugh. ;)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
You'd Think, With ALL Those Legs...
Saturday, the 8th, I had planned to wash my car. It was filthy and I couldn't take it anymore; nothing was going to get in my way (even the dark clouds grimacing down at me). So, I got my towels, soap, and sponge and headed to the garage to get the bucket...
Look who was waiting to greet me! I'm fairly certain I saw my reflection in his eyes, that's how big he was...or at least appeared to be. There was a Chapstick on Levi's toolbox, so I grabbed it--and my camera--so you can get an idea of what I'm talking about here.
Unfortunately, I couldn't put all those long legs to use in washing my car, and I really didn't want Eric or the dogs to find it (or the other way around), so I brought it to the opposite side of our house and...well...I squished it. I didn't like doing it, but I figured it was the lesser of two evils.
*shudder*
Look who was waiting to greet me! I'm fairly certain I saw my reflection in his eyes, that's how big he was...or at least appeared to be. There was a Chapstick on Levi's toolbox, so I grabbed it--and my camera--so you can get an idea of what I'm talking about here.
Unfortunately, I couldn't put all those long legs to use in washing my car, and I really didn't want Eric or the dogs to find it (or the other way around), so I brought it to the opposite side of our house and...well...I squished it. I didn't like doing it, but I figured it was the lesser of two evils.
*shudder*
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Green Acres
Eric and I (along with Gracie & Gus, of course) have been out at my folks' dairy since Monday. They left for Californina...without us. *sigh* So, instead of sulking and pouting around, I put my big-girl panties on and decided the decent thing to do would make sure nothing died.
I'm just that kinda gal.
We've been having a good time over here watering my mom's 1,027 flowers and tomatos, getting the dogs to stop eating unmentionables, fishing dead flies out of the pool...you know, the "good times".
Be jealous.
Nah, it's not really that bad. It's been so warm that we've been making good use of the pool and I have been watering the plants as late as 11:00 p.m. because it feels great out at that hour.
Their neighbors left the day after my folks did and now I'm watching their house too. The wife has a huge garden and it smells so fresh! She very generously told me I could have whatever I wanted while they were gone and I already have about 6 zucchini (sp?). Any takers? My only real concern about their place is their chocolate lab, Molly. She's lonely over there and is so excited to see me when I get there that she usually tries to sneak across busy 3700 and come with me. I hate it because it makes me paranoid; I cringe every time a car drives by just in case she decided to venture over right at that moment. I feel bad but I just can't let her come with me. She will begin to think crossing the road is OK and it's not.
Anyway, I've been giving the pugs swimming lessons in the pool. Ok, not really. They already know how. Though, Gus is a better sinker than swimmer. His chubby butt heads downward before he can make much headway. But that stinker loves to be wet! He gets all spastic and giddy as soon as he gets out. It is hilarious! And Gracie is an incredible swimmer. She streamlines right through the water. Then she'll swim up to me and I'll hold her in the water and she falls asleep! It's one of her favorite places! The cool water on her belly, the sun on her face, and me (a.k.a. her servant) is holding her.
See? Dogs don't ask for much. They just want you to stop what you're doing and focus entirely on them. Hmmm, come to think of it, that sounds a bit like my husband...
I'm just that kinda gal.
We've been having a good time over here watering my mom's 1,027 flowers and tomatos, getting the dogs to stop eating unmentionables, fishing dead flies out of the pool...you know, the "good times".
Be jealous.
Nah, it's not really that bad. It's been so warm that we've been making good use of the pool and I have been watering the plants as late as 11:00 p.m. because it feels great out at that hour.
Their neighbors left the day after my folks did and now I'm watching their house too. The wife has a huge garden and it smells so fresh! She very generously told me I could have whatever I wanted while they were gone and I already have about 6 zucchini (sp?). Any takers? My only real concern about their place is their chocolate lab, Molly. She's lonely over there and is so excited to see me when I get there that she usually tries to sneak across busy 3700 and come with me. I hate it because it makes me paranoid; I cringe every time a car drives by just in case she decided to venture over right at that moment. I feel bad but I just can't let her come with me. She will begin to think crossing the road is OK and it's not.
Anyway, I've been giving the pugs swimming lessons in the pool. Ok, not really. They already know how. Though, Gus is a better sinker than swimmer. His chubby butt heads downward before he can make much headway. But that stinker loves to be wet! He gets all spastic and giddy as soon as he gets out. It is hilarious! And Gracie is an incredible swimmer. She streamlines right through the water. Then she'll swim up to me and I'll hold her in the water and she falls asleep! It's one of her favorite places! The cool water on her belly, the sun on her face, and me (a.k.a. her servant) is holding her.
See? Dogs don't ask for much. They just want you to stop what you're doing and focus entirely on them. Hmmm, come to think of it, that sounds a bit like my husband...
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