The dancer

So Squishy is 11 months and change and stated walking over a month ago. Yeah - Smalls didn't walk until 15 months and we were super cool with that. It was awesome. He would be upstairs in his crib and we'd watch him practice but he'd never walk for us until he perfected it. He's kinda annoying like that.

Anyways....The Squish loves to dance....LOVES IT. But he doens't quite get how it's supposed to work. So he stands there sticks his arms slightly out at his side and bends his knees then bounces up and down with this shit-eating grin on his face. It's the funniest thing I've EVER seen. And I've seen alot of funny things...

da-da-da-dah dum-dum...the dog is dead

You may not think the title is funny - but this family is sick in the head and it's something my dad did to my mom years go when her fish died.....
Anyways. Once again bedtime with smalls - we're saying his "God Blesses" and he God blesses everyone under the sun including the dog. Then asks "where's Pooka" (our ancient white dog who we put down in DECEMBER). I said in heaven (for the 300th time) and Smalls wanted to know why she can't come back (also for the 300th time)....

really kid? I've explained it so many times in the last NINE months. i've got nothin' left to explain it.

So I said....da-da-da-dah DUM DUM and his response? "DOG IS DEAD!!!!" and laughed.


Yep - he's gonna be a serial killer. Thanks dad!

Oh Smalls....

So my 3 year old precious angel and I were laying in his extremely small twin bed the other night going over his day. (you know, because three year olds have such stressful busy lives) and I asked what he though my favorite thing in the whole wide world was to do with him. After quite the amount of pondering he exclaimed....."Making me go potty!"


Nope. not in the slightest little dude. not in the slightest.