Two in Blue

Ahhhh. Isn't this sweet?

Almost as charming as Gabe when he smeared an entire tube of hair gel into the carpet yesterday, showed me, and then proudly exclaimed, "I keen duh carpet!"

Even more fetching was last week after he downed an entire mug of my coffee (again) and then buzzed (literally!) around here for hours singing, "You are AWESOME, Mommy!"

But nothing was as charming as when he decided to experiment with loading TP into the toilet (stuffed tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey) and flush it just prior to my morning of errands with GLLAM in tow. Sharing the whole saga is one of those If Only I Had Time stories and would reduce me to tears, but suffice it to say that I arrived home just in time to spend the afternoon mopping up water and rounding up dehumidiers and fans from all my gracious neighbors.

And to think I have the blessing of chasing two in blue in another year or so.....

Ahhhh. Isn't this sweet?

Free Climbing

Free climbing: a type of rock (or staircase) climbing in which the climber uses only hands, feet and other parts of the body to ascend.  No artificial aids are employed to make upwards progress.

(in addition climber may yell, "Yook how high I am!" causing you to pause from dinner-making duties to check-in)

Throwback Friday

(scroll down and pause music before viewing)

Gabe has been spending time coming up with his own hip hop dance style after watching a boy breakdance during the Talent Show at Family Camp.  

The only thing that keeps me from falling on the floor laughing is that he's super serious about it.  Watch out Diddy.

Boys will be Boys

I haven't posted one of these in quite a while, but don't think it is for lack of material.  Puh-lease.

Yesterday, alone, was quite a day.  For starters, he Crayola'd himself from hand to shoulder.  By that I mean, both hands and shoulders.

Yes, I've had to coin the term Crayola'd which should tell you something.  

As you can see from my photo attempt, he was not happy about showing off his work.

(remember, he does not care for the paparazzi!)

As I was downloading the attempted picture on the Mac, he strolled in with his very soiled diaper down at his knees saying, "I poop on potty?"  

No, my love, you pooped in your diaper and there is now residue streaked down both of your legs.  Wonderful.

(potty training is starting to look somewhat enticing to me)

Later as I was making dinner, I hadn't seen him for about .9 seconds (which usually means he's had enough time to escape the house and cross into the neighboring suburb) so I asked Madeline to take a peek.  She found him covered head-to-toe in conditioner.  Completely. Covered.  Apparently, he is into body treatments.  I wish I could have snapped a picture but honestly, I wanted to scream by brains out  I was just trying to handle the whole situation with grace.

Don't laugh but as I was trying to quickly post this I heard some quiet noises in the kitchen. Those are never good.  I peeked in to find him pouring an entire box of cereal into a bowl of very little milk.  Yes, the breakfast dishes are still on the table.  What's your point? 

And did I mention it was organic cereal? Read: expensive

I gotta run.  Literally, run.

Crib Tent - Update

When my sweet nephew starting having crib parties this week, it reminded me that several of you have asked how Gabe is hangin' in his "new" crib.    (click here if you missed part 1)

I really think he likes it.

I gave my best attempt at a photo.  If you could catch a clearer glimpse through the mesh, you would see an all-out boycott against the camera.

I finally switched the camera to video mode so I could catch some of the action live.  He is in full pike position.....where he remained until the paparazzi disappeared.

Boys Will Be.....

Anyone tired of this yet?  Cause I'm not.  I'm really not.

Remember Beating the Mulch? 

Oh wait, that wasn't my son.  That was an unruly-child-with-no-clothing that I found via You Tube.  Never mind.  My mistake.

How about this one then?  

Or the one where someone (most certainly not me) forgot to Double Check the Lock?

His latest shenanigan involves the trash.  It would.  He loves to find little (or big) trinkets around the house and chuck them.  Sometimes he even "hides" them under a cereal box so they are hard to spot.  I've taken to donning cleaning gloves and searching through each bag before I take it out to the garage.

(Oh, please tell me you didn't just believe that.  Really?  I don't even own those yellow gloves!)

Today's discovered treasure was 2 socks (if only they had matched!), the blender lid (that's where that is!) and the popcorn popper.  Yes, the popcorn popper.

When I went to let him know what I'd found, I might have found him eating a half-eaten, somewhat burnt, breakfast waffle.....from deep in the trash.  Might.

Throwback Friday

These are from our trip to the pumpkin patch last weekend.  I know, I know, cheating again.

Which is sad.....considering I have some great Throwback pictures in the storage room.  

Hmmmm. Corn.  This looks interesting.
I think I'll fill this bucket up.
Completely to the top. 

Now.......what to do, what to do.

Yep.  I'm a boy.

(Incidently, I discovered kernels of corn in very random places for the next 24 hours)

Beating the Mulch

I found this on YouTube and was appalled.  I'm relieved that's not my little one running around outside in a diaper.  We live in a suburb, for goodness sake.  A neighborhood.  That would be most unproper.  So relieved I have more couth than that.  Phew.

Throwback Friday

Ok, so we are only "throwingback" a week.  Remember Boys Will Be Boys?  This is Part 23.

Does he think he's out on the sidewalk?  Cause I'm pretty sure its the kitchen table.

I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you're not water skiing.

Going Bananas

Remember when I was just discovering how different boys are?

Wow.  We've really made progress.  

Gabriel decided that one banana was just not enough.  He managed to take just one bite out of almost all of these....skin included.  

As I grabbed the camera to catch this moment on film, he even paused the  feast for his famous, "cheeeeeese."

Gabbers - those were banana bread bananas. 

It's Time

You know it's time to buy your son a toy truck when he steals the mouse from your computer and starts "driving" it along the carpet.

This, after I caught him driving his sippy cup along the grocery cart at Whole Foods.

It's time.

Throwback Friday

7 days old.

Boys will be Boys

People always ask me, "Do you notice how different boys are than girls?"

They started asking this when Gabe was about 2 weeks old and I have to tell you....other than the very obvious anatomical difference....I didn't notice much.

A year later?  Starting to see some major differences.  Like the fact that he somehow manages to scale just about any object in our house.  I found him on bouncing on one of the girl's beds earlier this week.  I have no idea how he got up there.

Yesterday, he banged on the wooden floor with one of the girl's tea party spoons until it broke in half.  Which seemed to please him immensely - despite Lauren's tears.  (I super glued it back together and we are good to go for future tea parties)  

This morning, he figured out how to open the cupboard an inch, stick his other hand in, and undo the safety latch from the inside.  Yes.  I kid you not.  

I can promise you the girls still don't know how to do that. 

And this whole time I thought I had forgotten to lock the screen door the day he escaped.  I'm starting to wonder....