Saturday, December 25, 2004

Laughter

What's better than hearing laughter? It's gotta be one of the best sounds ever. Especially when it's a child, and especially when it's my child.

We watched Home Alone earlier tonight. I saw the movie as a kid and we've seen the movie together before, but long enough ago that Cutie Son didn't remember much of it. He wiggled and wriggled so much with laughter that he fell of the couch and one point and was jumping around on the floor later.

I love being his mom.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

I Followed The Numbers

My mom received a call at work yesterday.

"Hi, Grandma, I followed the numbers," the little voice told her. It was my nephew Scream. My mom had recently let both Scream and his younger brother Yell each take home one of her business cards when they were with her the other day. Scream was very proud of himself for dialing the numbers shown on her business card all my himself.

After a little chit chat, my mom asked to speak to their dad. "NO!" Scream shouted in a naughy, misbehaving voice. Then he sweetly said, "I love you, Grandma," and then he hung up.

My mom then got another phone call. She picked up the phone and heard in a child's deep voice, "Hi, this is Corey." It was Yell, pretending to be his dad after a little coaching from Scream. "Tell her it's Corey," she heard Scream say in the background, "and say in a voice like this," he continued in as deep a voice as a little 4 yr old can do.

What little honeys.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Beware of Dog

The times that I have been shopping recently and bought gifts, I have hidden them out of sight in the unused bedroom dresser drawers (yes people, we are so organized that we don't use all of our dresser drawers). Before the gifts are tucked away, I make sure Hubby and Son are elsewhere so they don't even see the stores' names on the bags.

I wasn't so particular with keeping Little Doggy away from the gifts, and I guess I should have. Right away he sniffed out which bag came from the pet store and had a toy and treats in it. He started chewing out the goodies, through the store bag, so I shoved it the dresser drawer.

He saw the bag go in the drawer, and now he won't leave the dresser along. He lays in front of it merfing little barks of "gimme, gimme" all the while. All of the sudden he's a watch dog. Only he's not watching out for our safety and concern. He's watching out for liver treats and peanut butter treats and a chew toy.