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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Are you kidding me!?!

Is this mid-April or mid-January!?!



On a lighter note...

Breakfast of champions!!!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter!


This is my little guy's version of an Easter Bonnet. The basket the Easter Bunny brought had this cute little hat in it and my little guy loved it! He's even taking a nap in it as we speak. But let's back up a little to earlier this morning. I was getting ready for church and decided to do my hair curly instead of straight. Well, my little guy comes in and says, "Mommy, you're having a bad day hair. It's so crazy!" Bad day hair indeed. But when I asked him if I looked pretty he said I did so I guess all was not lost.

Some of the other funny/heart-melting/ripping out hair things he's been saying lately:

"Mom, you're my best friend!"
"Mom, I love you biggest big!"
"Hey Mom, how YOU doin'?"
"I don't want to go home ANYMORE! EVER!"
"Mom, can I walk by hand? I won't run around and around and around."

To complete strangers:
"Hi, my name is Jonah. How are you doing?" (as he puts out his hand for a handshake).

When he doesn't want a time out or wants something I have taken away:
"See Mom? I'm not grumpy/sad/crying anymore!"

As cute as he is, my little guy has been a terror this past week! More so than the normal three-year-old attitudeness. (Yes, I just made up that word). The huffy arms folded across the chest, the scowl, the flat out "NO!", the if I ignore you/pretend I don't hear you I can keep doing the thing I'm not supposed to be doing, the if I'm quick noone will notice or if I say I'm SO SO sorry then I won't get in trouble ... the list goes on. If he's in trouble for one thing, it's literally seconds and he's off to do the next thing that will get him in trouble. And I know he knows he's doing something wrong because he will run to his room as soon as I walk in, before I've even said anything. But this too shall pass ... RIGHT!?! My mom says, "Just wait until he's 14." And my response to that is, "If he lives that long." Yesterday I tried to sell him to a lady at Carl's Jr. I guess the silver lining in all of this is he's only a little stink with me, everywhere else he's a little angel. But at the end of the day when you hear, "Guess what, Mommy, I love you biggest big! You're my best friend!" it makes it all okay. For a brief few hours. Until he wakes up at the crack of dawn and it's a new day FULL of naughty possibilities.