I heard the distant sound of boys fighting. Then I heard a sharp cry of pain, more yelling and fighting. Mom: What’s going on out here!!?? Conner: Devin kicked me! Grant: Yeah! He kicked him inda balls! Mom: (trying not to laugh) Grant! We don’t say things like that! Why did you do that, Dev!? […]
He knew that I knew that he knew what he wanted…
Grant can be the most stubborn little turkey. When he was about 2 years old he wasn’t really talking, but he had a few words to go along with some hand gestures. One of those was for getting down from his high chair at the table. He would say “down, down” and point down at […]
Why buy the toys when the box will suffice?
You may be asking yourself, “What the heck is that?” “Are they those nut-jobs who have plastic floor protectors running down their hallways and high-traffic areas?” “Oh no! I hope they aren’t the kind of people who keep the plastic on their lampshades…” “Do they have those stiff vinyl covers on their furniture?!” Of course […]
Um, I think you missed a spot….
The Request: “Grant, please go do your hair.” The Result:
Monkey see. Monkey do.
Someone in our house watched Peter Jackson’s long, horrible, over-done version of King Kong. Someone in our house enjoyed it a little too much. Someone in our house pretended to be King Kong and tried to swing from the hook that holds his towel in the bathroom. Can you guess who that someone is?
It’s not a Wii, it’s a Mii
Grant’s video game privileges were taken away yesterday. They mean a lot to him. (In fact, video game deprivation was the way we got him potty trained – took about a day and half.) He was pretty unhappy about the situation. So yesterday evening I was getting ready to go to the second of three […]
Give ’em an inch, they’ll take a mile.
I will definitely have to be more specific when I give Grant permission to take “one small toy” to bed with him. As you can see, he did indeed take a small toy into bed. However, it is connected to the video games… Turkey!
His father’s son.
This morning, as every morning, Grant came running out to find me. I love hearing the pad, pad, pad of his feet coming down the hallway. I love how he says, “Mom!” as if I’m some delightful surprise he wasn’t expecting. I love how he wants to climb in my lap and snuggle up and […]
Well, then that’s different.
We went to the cabin this weekend. Rich was working on a project outside, tools scattered all around. Grant picked up one of the tools. “Put that down Grant. It’s not a toy.”“I’m not using it as a toy.”
Don’t take the apple.
I forgot about this: When we were camping last month, I took Grant into the women’s bathroom to get him ready for bed. There was a woman in a stall when we arrived, but Grant didn’t notice. He yakked non-stop while I got him ready, even trying to talk with the toothbrush in his mouth. […]
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