Wishing for Summer

I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate the cold.

My son however.... at about 5:30 this morning he was not feeling well, though I think he was fine, so he came in to bed with us. Only in a dire emergency will I let them sleep with us, like the time we didn't have power and we all slept in the same room. So I was all ready to carry him back into his bed and stay with him for a little bit when, after he crawled under the covers he turns and says, "Daddy, I love you". Shoot. Can't kick him out now.

At 6:30 I try and wake him up. It usually takes me carrying him out of bed and plopping him down in our room and turning on Higglytown Heroes. This time, while he looked dead asleep, I leaned over and whispered quietly, "It snowed". BAM!!! Eyes shot wide open...covers flew off...he ran over to the window and exclaimed, "It snowed, it snowed!!!!", as he danced a little jig.

I take him into his room, get out his clothes and tell him to put them on. He then hops in his bed, euphoric expression replaced by dread, and says in his best 'I'll do anything to get out of this' voice, "I'm too sick to put my clothes on. Can you do it for me?"

Talking he must get from Laura....laziness, yours truly.

theBoy and God

son: Is God everywhere?
me: yes
son: Is he in Heaven?
me: yes
son: Is he in us?
me: yes
son: Is he in me?
me: yes
son: Does he catch the food when it goes down?
me: ..........yes

Learning to walk

She's learning to walk with her walker. She could do this all day but you have to follow her around and turn her because she only goes in a straight line.

A+ for effort

son:	My tummy's hot.
me:	Your tummy's hot?
son:	Yes
me:	Do you feel ok?
son:	Yes
me:	<checks for fever> You don't feel hot.
son:	Yeah, but my tummy is hot.  I think I need some ice cream to make it cooler.

It's starting

Sitting at the table eating supper.

son: Why do I have to eat?
me: So you can get bigger.
son: Then I can drive a car?

...sigh...

You know you're a dad if...

...you get yourself a glass of water and half-way up the stairs you realize you're holding a sippy cup.

To play, or not to play - make up your mind

son: Daddy can you come outside and play fwisbee (frisbee) with me?
me: Yes, just a minute.
<repeat 20x>

We go outside with the frisbees.

son: Wait daddy
<runs off to play with something else>

me: I thought you wanted to play frisbee?
son: Oh, ok

I throw the frisbee at him but he's too busy looking at the other 4 things he wants to play with and just lets the frisbee hit him in the head.
<repeat 4 times>

me: Ok, if you're not going to play frisbee I'm going inside.
son: NOOO!! I wanna play fwisbee <starts crying>
me: Fine, we can play but you have to play too.
son: Ok

I throw the frisbee at him but he runs off to go hang on the tree.

Nighttime routines

Putting kids to bed at night is generally wrought with a long list of items.
- bath, check
- brush teeth, check
- go to bathroom, check
- hugs and kisses, check
- water cup, check
- kleenex, check
- read a story, check
- sit up by himself to read a story after we already did it, check
- turn light off, check

And if it's not done in that order you can pretty much count on doing it again.  Then there's the final, last second ditch effort "Daddy I have to tell you something" phrases that he always musters up just as your closing his door to keep from going to bed.

"Don't run into monkeys."
"Ummm......ok"

"I love you daddy"
"I love you too"

And that makes it all worthwhile.

Mmmm...Apples

scene: My son is eating an apple at the kitchen table and using both hands like it was a chocolate cake covered in chocolate sauce and sprinkled with M&M's.

me: I'm going upstairs real quick - take little bites - eat slow - don't die.
boy: Ok
<I come back maybe 60 seconds later>
me: Where's the apple?
boy: I ate it.
me: Did you throw any of it away?
boy: No
me: You ate the whole thing?
boy: Yes.  (Kind of like a "Well duh" type of yes)

Mmmm...Apples + core + seeds + stem + the little flowery thing.

Innocent honesty

My wife and I were walking at a furniture store the other day and the sales guy was leading the way.  theBoy, never having been quiet for 30 seconds in his life, was talking the sales guys ear off.

theBoy: This is my baby sister...her name is [theGirl].

sales guy: Oh really, her name is [theGirl]

theBoy: Yeah, mommy pushed her out.

nice

Muscles

My wife said that her, her mother, theBoy and theGirl were going somewhere with pumpkin seat, diaper bags, purses, etc. in tow.  All theBoy had to carry was his LeapPad.

boy: Mom, this is heavy.  Can you carry it?
grandma: If you carry it you'll get big muscles.
<30 seconds later>
boy: Mom, I don't want muscles.