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 16, 2010
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.
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.
"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
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".
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.
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!
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!
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