Dan took this photo today, since she is officially one!
Bring on toddlerhood! I’m game.
This morning we were lounging on the couch, and Stella chose our rare moment of snuggling to attempt to yack on the rug.
I yelled “Go outside Stella!”.
Payne asked “What her do, Mommy?”
“She threw up.”
Payne: “Her need a bowl!”
Then he asked me “Mommy, you know you cute?”.
Yes, yes I do, son.
(Ok fine. He only asked that because I ask him if he knows he’s cute all of the time)
Then we went to the grocery store and he lifted my phone from my diaper bag to take this artistic set of photographs:
A baby shoe juxtaposed with cage-like material. Very deep. Are we ever really free?
Aaaand the only food he recorded was the ice cream. Poignant.
We went to dinner with my parents and on the way home Payne informed my father that he needed to clip the toenails of the dinosaurs at the zoo with his “pwiers” (pliers) and “then they be fixed”.
Then my Mom got out of the car to pump gas, telling Payne “I can pump the gas because I’m strong!”.
Payne’s response: “You OLD”.
Thank you, and good night.
However it has recently come to light that his sister, well, doesn’t:
Payne was definitely the superior parent during this whole fiasco. I was cackling and taking pictures while he patted a sobbing Genevieve on the back saying “Is ok”. Eventually he’d had enough and turned to me, saying “Take it off, Mommy.”.
Sheesh. Ruin my fun, Mr. Responsible.
– “what’s he’s name?” I will mourn when he actually pronounces “his” correctly.
– This morning he sidled up to Genevieve, put his arm around her shoulders, and told her “Geev, you got to have fun.”.
– “Gee-veev! Let’s be teamwork!”
– “orn” as in “on”. So my kid is embracing his southern locale?
– “My not in targe. You in targe.” We’ve been having lots of discussions about authority lately. Heh.
– “Oh Woord” Hey, at least we got his taking of the Lord’s name in vain down a notch on the scale of offensiveness…
I have no idea how anyone raised a child before the era of petroleum products.
2) Paper towels.
Oh God, the paper towels. I can’t remember the last time I had the honor of finishing a roll. They always get shoplifted out of the kitchen whilst I am unaware and disposed of. Payne once engineered a paper towel road through the kitchen, down the entry way, and through the family room while I was (apparently very focused on) doing the dishes.
3) Dairy products.