Jessica's Blog

Big Boy raced to the toilet while I was bathing Little Lady in their shared bathroom, announcing while dancing on the spot that he had to go potty.  I moved out of his way so he could easily take care of business.  As I glanced back at him, I noticed he had lifted the toilet seats out of the way....thankfully heeding to our desperate pleas after wiping pee of the seat, but then he was sitting on the toilet.  As in, the toilet in order to ... as my Gramma Toni would say.... go busy busy [Dave, I can hear you laughing!]. 

Me:  Ummmm.... [Big Boy]?  I notice that you are sitting on the toilet and that the seat is folded up behind you.  Is that a little cold or uncomfortable?

Big Boy sheepishly makes the same observation with his soulful black eyes and looks at me with mild embarrassment and says,"Well, you see... I've decided to really challenge myself in doing this."

Big Boy and I have a new game for in the car.  He spots road signs, advertisements and such and reads them to me.  On the way to school today I asked him to read a sign for me and he mumbled in his morning grumpy-tiredness, "I think I would like to conserve my reading skills for school, Mom."

And lastly, we had an impromptu visit this afternoon with our property manager.  She was asking about noise from a neighbor and I explained that we were out this last weekend, and didn't see any hullabaloo.  Big Boy had been playing shy and hiding behind the couch, but decided to them jump up and announce, "Hullabaloo!  That means a loud ruckus and a lot of activity!"

And then there's my beautiful gorgeous and funny little Honey Girl.  She says a lot of funny stuff, but this one I actually texted to Hubby when it happened.

We had just returned home form doing all of our pick ups.  I was switching out laundry in the garage. I was transferring our bedspread from the washer to the dryer.  OUr Cal King bedspread doesn't get washed too often.  But I was in a spring cleaning kind of mode. 

Honey Girl climbs out of the Odyssey as I'm grunting and stuffing the quilt into the dryer and coos / 3 yr old sotto vocces to me, "OOooooooh, Mommy..... did you pee pee out  last night?!?"

As a non-speaker, but incredibly concise communicator, Little Lady had wowed me today by exhibiting that she likes to pull Hubby's shoe storage box out of his cubby.  She empties his size 13s onto the floor one by one.  Then she  pushes the basket-box around on the floor to the dinning room table, where she walks around the chairs, then pushes the box back to the stairs.  Then she begins to climb the stairs;  all the while checking in with me with her big goofy smile and deep belly laughter the fantastic joy that is the 10 month old's non-verbal "Momma look!  I'm doing it!!!"