This kid is going to get it

Again, I was at the computer after dinner. Andrew asked for dessert. Because I was in the middle of an email, I asked him to wait just a second. Which, of course, turned into a few minutes.

At first, I told him to get the cookies himself, but he informed me that he's not allowed up on the counter to grab the glass jar.

Oh. Right. He's not.

So, I got up and got him his cookies. As I handed them over, he said, "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He's cruisin' for a bruisin'.

Pop Quiz

After dinner, I asked Andrew if he liked what we had. Did he say:

A) I loved it!
B) I wanted to marry it!
C) I wanted to kiss it on the lips!
D) I wanted to dance with it!
E) All of the above

The correct answer is E.

and Part 3

So, this time, while I was out of the room, Niko took off a poopy diaper. Running around with no pants on, dirty bucket and all.

I cleaned him up, but I have no idea where he pooped. I haven't found it yet.

I'm fairly optimistic I'll be able to find it quickly.

I need to duct tape the damdiaper to his body.

Put Your Pants Back On (Part Deux)

In addition to Nicholas taking his pants off every chance he gets, he has now graduated to pooping on our floor.

Sigh.

Put Your Pants Back On!

What is it with boys and being naked? Are you all so proud of your junk that it needs to be shown at all times? Does it need to breathe or something? And does it have to start at such a young age??

I was in front of the computer last night, minding my own business, when I looked over and found that Nicholas had pulled down his pants and taken off his diaper. When did he learn to take off his diaper? Are we going to have this problem each time we go out in public? I could just see him whipping out that thing in the frozen food aisle at Giant Eagle.

Anyway, my mother has always said that our children take after their godparents and I'm seeing, once again, that this is true. My brother, Dean, Niko's godfather, likes to walk around naked, too.

Apparently it's not something you grow out of.

May the Force Be With You

It's official. The boys are addicted to Star Wars. At least once a day I am asked to watch Attack of the Clones. Don't they know that Episodes IV, V and VI are way better? I mean Han Solo alone.

Princess Leia: "I love you."
Han Solo: "I know."

Heh.

And take a guess what Andrew was for Halloween.

I hate cold and flu season

So, it's October. The leaves have turned beautiful shades of orange, red and yellow. The air is crisp and cool. It's time for sweater weather, football...

and the stupid flu.

Both boys have had a virus the last week. Andrew worse than Nicholas. High fever, bad cough. It's been fun. Because it's a virus, I knew the doctor couldn't do anything for him, so we have been home, resting and drinking fluids all week. Andrew was getting better, so he went to school yesterday for the first time this week. He made it until about 3:30 and got another fever. So, I decided it was time for the doctor.

I normally hate going to the doctor for viruses. I always feel like a failure when we make the effort to drive there, he gets checked and we leave with nothing more than a prescription for rest and fluids. I could've done that!

But today was different. He has an ear infection. We got a prescription.

Score!