August 15, 2007
full blown boy
Wow. I'm not sure what else to say but wow. This morning I had one of those moments where I didn't know if I was going to laugh, cry, or yell. Here is what happened...
I am in the kitchen fixing a cup of coffee and visiting with my sister when Stephen comes running back down the hall (Stephen always runs. He only has one speed) and into the kitchen and says with an absolutely boyish grin of pure delight, "Mommy, when I was tee-teeing in your bathroom I was moving my wee-wee all around and I was tee-teeing on your wall."
My first inclination was to laugh with amused incredulity. But that would not have been good. I don't want him doing it again! I think he was pretty scared of the consequences by the look on my face as I asked him to go down the hall and show me what he was talking about. Sure enough there is tee-tee on the seat and a small trickle down the wall. Very sternly, I told him that was not funny or cool and he was most definitely not to ever do that again.
You just don't have to tell little girls not to go tee-teeing on the walls! I am finding myself saying all kinds of things I didn't imagine I would have to say. I am discovering that just like little girls don't have to be taught to flirt or pout or prance there are certain things that little boys don't have to be taught either. They are just inherently boy. There are so many things that he finds funny now and I am realizing he is not a toddler anymore, but a strange creature called a boy. It is fun to throw things, destroy things, hit things, anything. Fast is always better. There was another story that went with this post but now I can't remember it. (darn pregnant brain) Oh, well. If I think of it I will post it later. I sure do love my little boy.
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January 18, 2007
Boudreaux in Hell
Boudreaux died and was on his way down to Hell.
In anticipation, the Devil turned up the thermostat to make it extra warm for Boudreaux. When Boudreaux arrived, the Devil asked, “Hey Boudreaux, how do you like the heat down here?”
Boudreaux says, “Mais, it’s just fine. It reminds me of Bayou PonPon in July.”
That made the Devil mad. That night, he turned the thermostat up all the way it could go. Man it was hot! When Boudreaux woke up, the Devil asked him, “NOW how do you like it down here?”
Boudreaux says, “Mais, it’s fine. It reminds me of August on Bayou Lafourche.”
As you might expect, that made the Devil all the more mad. Well, that night, he turned the thermostat down all the way it could go! The whole place frosted over. Icicles started forming from the rafters. When Boudreaux woke up, the Devil asked him, “How you like it NOW, Boudreaux?”
Boudreaux, shivering, through blue lips, says, “Mais cher, I’m one happy Cajun!”
The Devil was infuriated! He yelled, “What do you mean you’re one happy Cajun?!!”
Boudreaux, still shivering says, “The Saints done won the Superbowl.”
Of course, the scary part is that this could actually happen. The Saints are in the final four. I still can’t believe I typed that. The Saints are in the final four!!!!
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January 17, 2007
Thanks Pop
When we were in Houma over Christmas Pop taught Stephen that little (and big) boys can pee outside. We had to refine the whole thing a little bit... like not in the middle of the yard or in front of people but find somewhere to hide and go behind a tree or something. Thanks Pop. (insert rueful smile and just a touch of sarcasm here)
So then last week (sorry just posting about this now but we have been without internet for a week thanks to a mistake from our cable company. We cut the cable TV and they accidently cut the internet too. Then couldn't come for over a week to hook us back up. Only just slightly annoying) Anyway, back to last week... The weather was pretty and the kids were in the front yard. I had all the doors open and then I hear Stephen yelling for me. I go running outside and find him off to one side of our driveway with his pants down around his ankles.!?!?!
"Stephen, baby, what are you doing?"
"I just poo-poohed, Mommy."
"What?!?"
He then waddled like a duck and took me over to the fence, the neighbor's fence, and showed me where he had apparently popped a squat and taken a dump right there in the grass. (with neighbor's very large Golden Retriever watching) I am just about without words... except for
"Get inside. Hurry, run to the bathroom and let's get you cleaned up."
Over his bent-over butt I ask him what he was thinking.
"I was just being like a doggy, Mommy."
I asked. I hold you responsible Pop.
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October 02, 2006
My life in a nutshell
This morning while sitting on the barstool watching me cook his eggs and sausage, Stephen asked me where we were going today. "School, church, Ma-mart? Which one? Let's go to Ma-mart, kay?"
There ya go, my life in a nutshell: School, church, Wal-mart.
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Party pooper, Poop party
Wow, it was an awesome and busy weekend in spite of the poop. There were friends in town, a potato gun, lots o' little kids, a nose piercing, a trip to the zoo, a night out with the girls, a birthday party, and poop. Obviously poop is a normal thing and in a house with small children even a normal part of conversation.
Stephen has developed a fear of pooping on the potty. He says it will hurt. I'm not sure where this fear came from. But he is also becoming afraid of pooping in his underwear because he knows it drives mommy and daddy crazy! So there were long drawn out sessions of sitting on the potty wriggling in agony fighting the urge to poop with huge amounts of emotion/hysteria/panic and crying because "it's gonna hurt me." So we would let him up and then remind him to not poop in his underwear. Then a little while later he would be dancing and trying not to poop in his underwear so we run for the bathroom and get him all set up and more of the above described scene. This happened friday night and off an on all day yesterday. Do you know, it feels like being a labor coach, sitting on the floor in front of him, trying to calm him and urging him to just push and then it will all be ok. Anyways, finally last night after off and on all day he did it. Major Relief. He was so happy. But when Brad bent over to wipe Stephen his glasses fell in the toilet. Eww, gross, we know. Even funnier was him yelling "CRAP!" and of course I had to say, "well, yeah it is, honey." Stephen thought it was pretty funny.
And Lexie, oh Lexie. Yesterday morning I gave her a quick bath before getting her dressed for church and let her run around naked for just a minute and went up front to check on my food cooking (for lunch at church later). Here comes Stephen a minute later dragging Lexie by I'm not sure what now that I think about it because her hands were covered in poop. She was still naked and it was on her foot and down one leg and yes, around her mouth. Ew, gross, panic. Can you put antibacterial stuff in their mouth?! So I grab her and hold her at arm's length and run back to the tub. Brad runs for the bedroom armed with Lysol and Resolve in each hand to find out where exactly she was when she pooped. She was in her room. There was poop on the carpet and poop on some of the toys. There isn't anymore of course, but man it was a pooping party weekend.
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September 06, 2006
Recent hairtrends of the Bourgeoisie
Yeah, Lexie actually has enough hair to do pigtails! Getting her to let me put them in is another story. But I did and I got some pictures. To understand my jubilation you will have to see some pictures of me at this age. (and even much older. took me a while to learn how to grow hair) Anyways, with all the attention focused on Lexie and pigtails and Lexie and the bows of course Stephen would want his own share of this attention. But boys don't wear bow or pigtails, so hmmmm, what can we do? Being the resourceful and creative mommy that I am---We spike his hair up. So Brad put gel in Stephen's hair and spiked it up. Absolutely precious if you ask me. So here ya go, the most current hairtrends of the Bourgeoisie.
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March 12, 2006
Snake Charmer
Now I guess I should eat it.
hmmm, sounds like a lot of people around here!
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February 27, 2006
Southern Word of the Day
YUP (phrase). An inquiry into someone's state of consciousness.
Usage: "Honey, yup?"
Copyright © 2006 Patrick Crispent, All Rights Reserved.
Could have been used this morning when Brad called and woke me up at 9:45 this morning. Oh, it was soo nice. Thank you to Pop and Breamy, who I am quite sure did not sleep late this morning. I do miss you, my little SuperBoy, but I am determined to make myself enjoy this week.
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February 22, 2006
overheard
No-No: "You ah crazy, Stebhen."
Stephen: "I not crazy. I baad."
*mommies in the background: laughing very loudly
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