I Wanna Remember This

Bailey, singing in the shower:

We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new ear,
Good timings we bring to you and your kid,
Good timings to you, whatever you are,
Good timings for Christmas and a happy new eeeeeaaaarrrrrr!

Is It Time Yet?!?!?

Watching Bailey spin around the room with a watch on his wrist, you think he'd understand the concept of time. He is after all, wearing a watch and he consults it about every minute or so with updates of, "Mommy, it is 872 now." But nope, the whole concept of time escapes him. And if we don't hurry up and get to Nanny's house I think I am gonna go insane. Witness (and keep in mind this happened first thing this morning, before I even had a chance to get out of bed, much less wake up.)

"Mommy, wake up. I wanna go to Nanny's."
"It's not time yet. We leave on Thursday."
He thrusts his watch in my face. "When the big hand gets to 3, can we go then?"
"Ask me when the big hand gets to three, okay."

Lather. Rinse. Repeat up to 78 times a day for maximum effect.

Lunch With Bailey

Over a lunch of chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese, I started up a conversation with Bailey.

"Remind me to pick up Daddy's shirts from the cleaners. He is all out of clean ones," I said.

"I don't wanna take a nap," came Bailey's reply fast and furious.

"That makes no sense. I asked you to help me remember to pick up Daddy's shirts and you said you didn't wanna take a nap. What's that about?" I teased him.

"That makes sense," Bailey tried out the new phrase.

"Try again."

"That makes eggsense."

Stifling a giggle, I said, "You forgot the no part."

Giving one last try, he said, "That makes no thank you."

Think we might have to work on that one, don't you?

Pickle Feet?

In our family we call flip flops, flipper feet. Bailey, unfortunately has a little trouble with that word.

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If Only It Were This Easy.....

Bailey came home from daycare with a fist full of paper money.

"What are you going to buy?" I asked as he arranged them by shape and color.

"Let's have pizza for dinner," he said, handing me the money.

"OK. What kind of pizza do you want?"

"Pizza with cheese and chicken and rice and strawberries and some chocolate," he announced.

At least I know what to get him for Valentine's Day this year- a cheese pizza with a side of chicken rice and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert.

Bailey-isms

Build a block tower. Knock it down. Build it again. Knock it back down.

"Look Mommy," Bailey said waiting for me to look up from changing Sophie's diaper, "I am knocking blocks off!"

Starting a little young, aren't we?

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Guzzling a glass of milk at dinner.

A burp escapes through milk mustached lips.

"Bailey, say excuse me."

"Accuse me, Mommy!"

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Toweling off after my shower, I feel somebody looking at me.

"Here," Bailey says handing me a t-shirt, "I like you better with clothes on."

Clean Up On Aisle One

I had forgotten. Sophie ever so loudly reminded me. Babies hate to have their nose's wiped. Thanks to this warm one day, cold the next day kinda weather, both of the kids have a runny nose.

Bailey does the "Big Boy" thing- gets a tissue, wipes his own nose and throws the tissue away. Sophie squirms, squeals, pushes and cries. Never the one to just stand by and watch, Bailey offered this advice. "Maybe she wants to do it by herself. "

Ahhh, now if I could just teach not to eat the tissues when she is done.

A Little Off

Last night after Sophie had a midnight snack, I decided to wake Bailey up and take him to the bathroom. Several mornings of 5:00 wake up calls because his pj's were wet was more than enough for me.

I managed to get his pants and underwear off and carry him to the bathroom. I didn't turn the light on at Bailey's request. I heard a little slosh and thought he was finished. I handed him some toilet paper and he pushed it away.

"Mommy," he whined, "My foot is wet and cold."

Oops! Seems my aim was a little off and instead of setting him on the toilet I set his foot in the toilet. Guess I should see about getting a night light.

Cake Head

Recently, Bailey has insisted on wearing this hat everyday and yesterday he insisted that Sophie wear one too. When I put it on her, he rubbed the pom poms and started singing "Happy Birthday". He then proudly announced, "Sophie is birthday cake."

Fun For The Weekend

For some reason, Bailey thinks every picture must include a peace sign. He keeps trying, but oh my.....is that only one finger instead of two? Yes, and it is that finger. Better luck next time!!

Love the way this looks like he is yelling at the woman's butt.

You know?

The conversation would always start off alright. A perfect exchange, short pauses for thinking, a few nods of the head, a laugh or two and then something strange happened. The pauses got longer and longer until all that remained was silence. Not knowing what else to do, she would look down at her hands, repeat part of the story and add a "you know" to the end of the sentence. I would nod in agreement because it would have been rude to, you know, not know, you know. You know is back with a vengeance at our house.

"Honey, did you, you know, uh do that thing I asked you to do the other day. Cause, you know, it will be here before you know it," I asked while scrambling eggs.

"I wanted to but, you know, I had that meeting yesterday. I will try to get it done by Friday."

"Ok, but he keeps asking me about it, you know?"

"I know, I know, I know," Hubs replies hurriedly shoving something into his briefcase.

"Maybe, we should just do it this weekend, you know. Might be easier."

"Maybe so."

"Breakfast is ready," I announced to Bailey as I slid the eggs onto a plate.

He was already waiting at the table and as I put the plate down in front of him, he said, "Those are eggs, you know."

Witnessed

As I sat at the computer, I peeked over into the living room to make sure Bailey wasn't re-arranging furniture or "fixing" the DVD player. He wasn't doing either. Unusual but good.

He was quietly sitting on the sofa.

He was quietly sitting on the sofa with GloWorm.

He was quietly sitting on the sofa with GloWorm cradled in his arms like a baby.

He was quietly sitting on the sofa with GloWorm cradled in his arms like a baby with his shirt up around his neck.

He was quietly sitting on the sofa with GloWorm cradled in his arms like a baby with his shirt up around his neck so that he could nurse.

When he was finished he burped GloWorm, wiped his mouth, pulled his shirt back down and went back to wrecking his bus.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Bailey stayed at Gramma's house last night. She called and said he was crying to come home. Oh, how sweet, I thought, he misses his mommy.

I got his favorite dinner ready (Chicken nuggets, french fries, a banana and apple juice) and waited. The doorbell rang. In a flash, he took off his shoes and ran past me without so much as a hello.

"Sophie, Sophie," he called down the hall, "I am home." Followed by Sophie's laughter as she reached out to softly touch his face.

"Mommy," he said, "I missed Sophie. She's a good girl."

Life With Bailey

"Bailey take Mommy picture," he smiled.
"Ok. One more picture." (As I downloaded these onto the computer, I looked at this one and asked him, "Where's Mommy's head?" Not missing a beat, he replied, "In another picture." That would explain a lot!!)
"Hey, Bailey, what time is it?"
"Two years old."
"Hey, Bailey, what floor is our apartment on?"
"Two years old."
"Hey, Bailey, how old is Daddy?"
"Daddy big. Five years old."

Bailey's Fortune Cookie

One way Bailey keeps busy while I feed or change Sophie is to make paper airplanes or draw pictures. This morning while drawing Mickey Mouse, he looked up and asked, "Mommy, what color is fun?"

I thought for a minute and then replied, "Red is fun."

"No," he said staring at the crayons covering the coffee table, "Fun is every color- dancing, dancing, dancing!"

May your rainbows always dance and your colors be fun! (I think that qualifies for a fortune cookie!)