Pitifully Funny

Poor, poor W has had a hard few days. But, he says the funniest things at his most pitiful moments.
The first terrible thing was an accident involving that very sensitive part that comes with the Y chromosome. W has this thing about making sure he goes to the bathroom before me in the morning--I don't know why. That is a battle I choose not to have. So W goes to the potty and then I hear this terrible scream. Yes, what you are imagining happened--The toilet seat closed, well slammed, on his penis. All poor W could say is "Why that do that to me?, Why that do that to me?"
Next, W has always had a little bit of separation anxiety when we may be apart. I have taken many a shower with W standing there holding the shower curtain open to make sure I don't escape from the secret door in there, or something. I don't usually let him in the bathroom anymore; he big enough to be on his own. This morning he thought otherwise and screamed outside the door "Mama, let me in there please; Pleeeease, Mama, Let me in". Okay so finally I open the door and he falls to floor saying "you really hurt my feeling mommy"--5 times. This is my future Oscar winner.
Lastly, as some of you know W has been sick these last few days. Tonight we went to urgent care to confirm that he had strep and get the antibiotic. The Dr. wanted to test for mono in addition to strep. The mono test requires a little finger prick and some blood. So, after the finger prick, W keeps saying repeatedly "why he put a hole in my finger? he going to put my hole back?" I assured him it will heal. Then it was "why he take my blood? he going to put it back?" This was a thirty minute conversation. He was genuinely concerned that he wasn't going to have enough blood anymore and that he would permanently have a hole in his finger.

We love Play-Doh

I know Play-Doh is one of those things parents have a love/hate relationship with. But, we love Play-Doh. There are just so many educational things disguised as fun to do. It was a huge success for L--it was her first time. Suprisingly, the Play-Doh did not end up in her mouth. She just squeezed it and broke it. I helped her make some shapes. All in all, she was very interested. W really liked making long, spaghetti like strings of play-doh.

Make a Smilebox greeting

Shades of W

W got his first tie (he is soo... cute wearing it, If I do say so) and L wanted to wear the tie. She wore it very proudly. She also carried around her "briefcase" while wearing the tie. The image of her walking around with her "briefcase" sent my memories back to W when he was about her age dragging his "briefcase" around our house in Columbus, MS. W pulled that box behind him for lap after lap around the circle. And so, the video follows.

All about L

L really likes to "help" when I am pulling clothes out of the washer. She usually pulls the clothes out that she wants to and runs off with them. Then I have to hunt for the clothes a make sure they make it into the dryer.

This is a the dropper side of the medicine dropper. L likes to carry them around the house. This time she picked up the dropper and put in on her finger. Then she walked to her brother and pretended to administer medicine to him.

L in Granddad's boots. She usually carries them around the house (poor Granddad has a difficult time finding his shoes after she has gotten hold of them) but, this time she put he legs in with a little help from Grandma.

While W was away visiting his dad, L took the opportunity to cut loose on his trampoline. She seldom gets a chance to use it since W is seldom not on the thing. He not only jumps on it but, stands on it to watch TV.