Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Oh my god.

This morning, while I was sitting on the couch, Grayson lifted my shirt a tiny bit and said:

"Hey, your growing a new baby!"


Oh my god.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Babies

Gray: Mom, Merritt is NOT your last baby.
Me: Uh, yes...he IS my last baby.
Me: I don't want any more babies. I have both of the babies I want.
Gray: Well, you know, that's just the way God works.

God help me and my OB/GYN if this is true.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Old

On our race to the mailbox today Grayson announced:

"I'm gonna beat you old lady"

Seriously, he called me an old lady.

Usually I let him win...not today.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Grayson's take on last night's dinner:

"I can smell what you're cooking and I'm not impressed with that smell."

It was spaghetti.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Friday Night

Marc's in on the blog now - so he's filling me in on blog-worthy conversations with Grayson. This one took place in the bathroom at dinner Friday night:

Grayson: Can I have some privacy please?
Marc: Do you have to go poop, or pee?
Grayson: What does it matter, I can handle it.

Playing eye-spy in the car:
Me: I spy something tan
Grayson: Is it me?

And no matter how many times I've heard it, I still giggle every time he calls Baskin Robbins "Basket of Robins".

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Grayson thinks I'm pretty...pretty stupid.

When I rejected his plan to renovate his bedroom into a playroom (he had no thoughts as to where he might sleep) the conversation took an interesting turn.

He said to me, AND. I. QUOTE.:

Grayson: "keep it up and I'll throw my toys through my window"
Me: "excuse me?"
Grayson: "you heard me"
Me: "to your room mister"
Grayson: "you look pretty mommy"

Sure hope he's enjoying sitting in his 'playroom' thinking about how pretty I am.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Happy Monday

Today is Monday and I'm soooo happy...the painters are scheduled to arrive in 10 minutes.
After a little more than a year we are finally going to have walls that match!!

Grayson is off to school, I don't know how he will concentrate. I could barely get him to eat breakfast as he was in a twitter about where we would hang everything that Marc took off the walls to prepare for the painters. He walked thru the house in his Transformer undies (thanks AP) pointing to me the perfect place for everything. I promised him NOTHING would be re-decorated until he arrived home from school.

That child.

I will post pictures soon!