Tuesday, April 18, 2006


I really truly think that I've got a sign on me that only 2 and 4 year olds can see and it says this:


Yes, it's there....I know it....tonight I put the boys to bed and read three good, long stories to sammy (who was very mushy)....and one of the boys just will...not...quiet down....and it is a different kind of scream. so i poke my head in to find noah standing in his crib, butt naked from the waist below - pants & diaper on the other side of the crib bars. So I go in and he starts "gigi....gigi....."ing me. soooo, I pull him out while grabbing the diaper & pants to try and put them back on and then he starts "poo...pooo...." so I, ever the sucker, put him on the potty....nothing, we wait, still...nothing....and more nothing....hi, have we met?? I'M A SUCKER!!!! he is now in bed w/ his diaper on, sans pants....and still no poop.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Farting is funny

I am going to toss myself out there today and admit something that women don't readily admit. I fart...yes, I do it, believe it or not. However, I don't feel the need to shout it from the rooftops, like my sweet and wonderful nephews. So one day, while babysitting, Aidan is on my lap happily staring at the box for "Mary Poppins" pointing at every character on the box asking me, in his 2 year old way, to tell him who they all are...Sam and Noah are just hanging around, watching Thomas (I think, though it's a good bet). We are having a very nice, quiet time...when I, very quietly, fart. I barely heard it .... but without missing a beat or looking up from the task at hand Aidan pokes me with his finger and says "tooooooot!" and keeps doing his thing. I sit in a stunned silence for about 10 seconds when I burst out laughing and ultimately break him from his trance....and he looks at me, chuckles and does it again, "toooooot" all the while poking me and laughing.