Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Big Guy


I love this new picture of G. But he looks so flippin' big. He got a hair cut - kinda mohawk but no scalp showing. Here it is down. I took some pics of it up as well, but I am too too tired to get those done tonight.

I wish I could get him to look at me more often, but I'll take this one. He was not happy at all to have to look at me (for a toy reward- bad!).

Is he really growing up this fast?


I Don't Like Her

G: But...but...but...I don't want to go to school today. Miss Crystal not at school yesterday...

M: But you liked the teacher that was in your class yesterday! She's nice!

G: thinks quietly for a few minutes

G: But...but...but...I don't like her arms. I only like her head.


Sunday, May 3, 2009


Funny things G has said recently:

M: Stop biting your nails! (Yes, I'm a total hypocrite)
G: But I'm hungry!

Mommy! My bottom just burped!

G: Reaching back and holding his cheeks while pooping
M: Stop putting your hands back there!
G: But I squeezing the poop out...

If I could find the flip camera I would upload some more videos...

Saturday, March 7, 2009



Well, I have finally and belatedly entered the world of uploading video. Prepare to be bored if you are not family. I will keep them short, but there will be a few in a row for now! In three weeks in January/February Greyson potty trained, moved houses, moved schools, and went from crib to big-boy bed. He did awesome with the transition and apparently it was me that wasn't ready for most of those things. Anyhoo after he pees he says, "Shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake your body!" while he shakes off his you-know-what. So I said, "Don't you mean 'Shake your booty?" He proceeded to tell me that Miss Krystal says, "No say shake your booty!" I looked grave and said that he should do what his teacher says then. So he came home the other day and told me what he did at school. I had him retell it for the camera but it wasn't as great as the first time...

In case you can't decipher it, when his teacher told him not to say it, he hid his face inside his shirt and said it where she "can't hear" him. And thus we enter the I can't see you, you can't see or hear me. This also works with putting your hand in front of your face while you pick your nose. P.S. Oh my GOD it takes so long to upload a video...this could be the deal killer.

Monday, February 16, 2009


I have been away too long and missed too many funny things but something happened this afternoon that I must tell you about.

G and I are sitting on a bench at daycare and he points to the fire alarm (the pull kind).
G: That make loud noise.
M: You never EVER touch that unless there is a fire.
G: Gretchen touch that make loud noise.
M: Oh no. Well, you never never touch that to play.
G smirks at me and inches toward the alarm
At that EXACT moment (I swear!) we hear a siren close by
M: Oh no! They must be coming to see if you touched the alarm!
G jumps away from the alarm
G: I no touch it!
The ambulance turns onto the street and pulls up to the house across the way and over a little
G and I walk outside and talk about ambulances
Another LOUD siren sounds and a few seconds later a fire truck pulls onto the street
M: Uh-oh...here comes the fire truck - I hope they don't think you touched the alarm!
G tries to climb up my leg, screams I NO TOUCH IT! and starts to cry hysterically

Here and only here is the point where I start to feel bad. Although I also still think it's funny if I'm being completely honest.

So I tell him they know he didn't pull it and they are good guys anyway and they help people like in Dot the Fire Dog and so on. He relaxes and no harm is done. Right? Right?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

This is the Way We Sing a Song...

Me: Rain, rain, go away...
G: Why raining? Where rain come from? Why not raining in garage? Why sun not out?
M: ...come again another day...
G: Why? Why Mommy? Where rain go? Why nother day? Whatchu trying doing say to me, Mommy?
M: ...little Greyson wants to play...
G: Huh? Huh, Mommy? I no little Greyson, I'm G! I'm me! I want to watch oooone Dora! It's dark! Can't see my books! Why raining? Why? Why? Where rain come from?

and so on and so on and so on...