"Christmas is coming!"

Yesterday Benjamin said to Brian:
"Where's Christmas, Daddy?" to which Brian said:
"Well, it's not here yet, Buddy...but it's coming!"

Benjamin then runs and grabs Ted (his teddy) and heads for the front window of the house. When he gets there, he props Ted up at the window and says "Look, Ted! Christmas is coming! It's so exciting!!"
Soo couldn't get any cuter.

But it does.
After reading bedtime stories last night, again with Brian, Benjamin asks him to sing "the sunshine song"...so Brian makes his best attempt at "You are My Sunshine", the song I've been singing to B since the night he was born.
After the first verse, B looks at Brian and says.
"I'm a dear, Daddy...I'm a dear."

If you sing the first verse in your head, you'll get it.:)

Had enough?
Last story.
And this one's just plain hysterical.

Not minutes ago, as I'm cleaning up the lunch mess in the kitchen, Benjamin starts to sing the "We are the Dinosaurs" song...a Laurie Berkner fave in this house. but only a close second to the ever-popular "Victor Vito".
But anyway...
I'm at the sink and I honest-to-God hear the following coming from the tv room:
(and if you know the song, try to imagine the beat...and the emphasis on each syllable)
"We are the dinosaurs, marching, marching,
We are the dinosaurs, we stink at that!
We are the dinosaurs, marching, marchiiiing!
We are the dinosaurs, we make the earth FAT.
We make the earth FAT."

I seriously started laughing out loud so hard he came running into the kitchen to see what was wrong with me! So when I told him I was just laughing at his silly song, he got all proud and decided to give it another go 'round for my benefit, this time serenading me right there at the island in the kitchen.
"Mommy! We are the dinosaurs, we stink at that! Hahahah...we stink at that! We're fat!"

That's all I really got today, folks.
I mean, seriously...what more could a mom ask for, right?

Between the lines

I was coloring this morning with Benjamin in his Thomas coloring book, and found myself surprisingly invested in the picture. At one point, B wanted to draw on my page with me, and I was all "This is Mommy's picture...you color Percy on your page, bud."
Total nonsense!
He seemed a bit confused, but rather encouraged by how interested I was in the task.
"Ok, Mommy color Thomas...I'm gonna get a new book."
I guess it worked out for the best--we were both happy with the outcome! LOL

Anyway, what totally shocked me was how difficult of a time I had staying within the lines. I'm going to blame it on his toddler-edition fat Crayolas...because I was seriously struggling the keep the colors inside the lines. And I just wanted to make that picture of Thomas at the trainyard as beautiful as it was meant to be.
The killer is that my 4yr old niece handed me a perfectly colored picture this weekend...and I was so proud of her for staying within the lines.

Is this honestly what I'm going to blog about today?
Ridic.

It's rainy and slushy outside...B just got up, and Jonny and I were able to sneak out for some groceries while B slept. Meijer was sooo much easier without negotiating the purchases of cars, trucks, and other B favorites.
Found a lot of new "gluten-free" treats for Jonny, so I'm psyched about that...let's just hope he likes all of it, as it totally broke the grocery budget!

Still tired from a long, but awfully fun weekend...pictures and details to come! For now I have to take the batteries out of a Fisher-Price guitar and bury them somewhere permanent.

The loose screw

The other morning I went to get Jonathan up and found one of the screws from his crib (a rather large and difficult one to get out without a screwdriver, I might add) lying on the floor next to his blanket and binky. He likes to chuck these overboard when he wakes up..as if to say, "All done. Don't need this shit anymore, I'm ready to rock....now, who's gonna help me outta here?" So, as usual, I laughed when I found him jumping at the end of his crib, totally ready to get the show on the road.

I'm just wondering how in holy he** this kid got that screw out. I thought, perhaps, that I might have jiggled it loose while I was cleaning the other day...but that thought was shortlived. Because after I screwed it back in (tightly!) before his afternoon nap, it magically reappeared on the floor when I came to get him two hours later.

This child is just killing us, one day after the next. Mostly with laughter...but some days utter amazement and awe over his tenaciousness and f**king strength. Just this morning he dragged both of our barstools into the dining room, toppled them over, and then pushed them back into a standing position. I watched the whole thing with my cup of coffee, at the ready in case the big bitches fell on top of him, but he was solid. Had the whole thing under control.
Killed me.

Lately, when I go into check on Jonny before I go to bed at night...and watch him sleeping, I keep picturing that scene from the Superman movie (the one just out a few summers ago). Superman leans over his son at night, while he's fast asleep, and whispers some nonsense about how the son becomes the father, and the father becomes the son...as though he's suddenly becoming aware of his child's power and strength.
Why I've been picturing this scene, I've no idea. Because, like I said...I'm the one leaning over Jonny at night, not Brian.
And Brian wouldn't exactly be Superman in this scenario.
Come to think of it, this is a horrible analogy.

But whatever.
I just think the kid's a total freak.
And I love him so much more for it.