Shopping

Ahhh... The Boy.

Usually when we shop and I have both monkeys with me, I get one of those enormous carts with the two seats in it, so everyone is strapped in and there is no funny business. I want to get in and out and its hard enough with His Brother seeing all this food and The Boy asking if we can buy this and that...

The thing is like driving a semi through my one car detached garage. Anyway.

So recently we went and they were out of the big carts which meant I had to use a regular one. The Boy complains about not wanting to sit in the "big part" and wants to sit in the little part. No dice... where will I put your brother? "You can just hold him!" Sigh... so finally I said, you're 85 years old, you can walk. I have to put your brother in the small part because he can't walk.

This of course resulted in whining, PA-LEEZE can I ride in the cart... FINALLY I said, no, but do you want to take pictures on my phone?

He went for it. So, I present to you, a trip to the grocery through The Boy's eyes.

A nice shot of my rear.


His Brother in the coveted part of the cart. Note me inspecting something to the right.

How about some bagels?

The aisle.

The parking lot.

Let me know if you'd like an 8x10.

More from The Boy

I have a post-it that is running out of room with The Boy's one liners, so I need to get them up here before it gets lost or tossed out. Plus I'm cleaning up my desk and marking things off my to-do list, and "update blog" is just begging to get a red line through it...

-Out of nowhere: "Mom, are you lactose intolerant?" What? No, son... I'm not. Do you know what that means? "I am, every time I drink milk my tummy gets upset." Apparently, he's a doctor now.

-Again out of nowhere: "Mom I won't be home until late tonight. I have a secret spy club meeting." Me: (and I always go along with stuff like this....) "Oh... okay... what time? Do you need me to take you?" The Boy: "No, I'll just take my jet pack."

-I was singing the SpongeBob song in the car. The Boy: "Momma, you're going to Hollywood."

-list of words I don't want him to ever correct: heartbeep, police oppa-sirs, pree-sun (capri-sun), swim soup.

-Every now and then, we have a slight problem with, well, his hand in his drawers. I called him Al Bundy and said, Al get your hand out of there. The Boy: "So a fat lady walks into the shoe store..." Trust me, his father paid dearly for that one.

-Playing his DS.... hollers "HOW DO YA LIKE ME NOW...." after beating some guy.

-I was cleaning Lenny's tank and he hopped out. I said Nathan come here! Lenny got out! He saw him on the floor and goes, "What the hell do we do?!"

-We were late to school and I apologized to his teacher. The Boy tells her, "Traffic on 465."

-Easter 2010 (more on that in a later post....) I showed him what The Bunny got His Brother - a few new sippy cups and a new toy since, well, he's a baby. The Boy studies it and goes, "That looks lame."

-I was sitting on the floor and he was hanging around my shoulders. Starts rubbing them and says "You seem tense."

-He was telling me how you can hook your Nintendo DS up with a friend and he goes, "Then you are neck-ted..." (connected)

-He was brushing his teeth and I walked into the bathroom and he turns around and says, "Do you mind?"

-He was home with His Father. I said, can I talk to Dad? He goes, he's not here... and I heard Kyle say something. The Boy says, "That wasn't him. That was Lenny. I taught him how to talk."

-AND... figured out how to rent movies from On Demand. Hit the remote, went to "on demand," then kids/family category, Alvin and thte Chipmunks, "Do you want to rent for $5?" hits OKAY.... this went on for at least a week. A code has now been put on the remote!

-(my favorite) I've been trying to be better at reading to Dylan at night and now The Boy wants to read to him. Perfect practice for him and Dylan loves it. So he opens up one of his books, reads it and then holds up the picture, does a semi circle around the room so we can all see the pictures. Love that kid.

Here's to you, men in blue...

Baseball has started up again. And when the coach said, "Is it okay if he plays on the Cubs team?" I thought The Boy might cry he was so excited. And The Boy's father is excited too. Hats and t-shirts for all. His Brother and I sat on the (insert appropriate word here...sidelines? what do you say about baseball? grass? outfield?) and watched them get back into the game. And afterward...

That's one tired player, right there.

Walkin?

Nope. Not yet. Part of me worries that he isn't, and part of me is thankful that he's not into The Boy's stuff. Yet, at least...

Holden's Christening

Guess what? I'm behind. As usual. But our ONE and ONLY nephew, Holden James, was christened in February and yours truly was honored to be his godmother. FINALLY a post with my picture in it! Here he is with his parents and godparents.

Chris and I holding Holden James Costlow

Holden, Jerry, me, Heather, Chris (back) Mark

Holden with his godparents

Holden James, welcome to your spiritual journey. I am honored to guide you on your way. You are a blessing to his family! Love, Emmy xoxo

Gordon

This poor guy is in a daycare full of girls. He doesn't mind it though, aside from the occassional hair clip in his hair or boa around his shoulders. His nickname is "Heffner" or "Heff," since he's the only male around the joint for the day.

So, he sees the little girls play with the kitchen and play baby dolls, and that is his favorite. Meet Gordon, His Brother's new friend.