Everypiggy poops.

I hope y'all find the continual and progressive anthropomorphization of Piggy as entertaining as I do, because I keep posting about it!

When I went to get Payne out of bed, he was busy tucking Piggy into bed. When I turned on the light to pick out his clothes he frantically motioned for me to turn it off, then led me out of his room and closed the door saying "Piggy nigh nigh". Ha!

Later, Payne was playing on his own with his toys and I heard him mutter to himself "Piggy poop. Bipe-err! (diaper)" He jetted into his bedroom to get a diaper. After a few minutes of struggling with it himself he brought it to me and I used my awesome origami skills to get Payne's huggies size 6 onto Piggy in a semi-neat fashion. This was the result.


How can it be so easy to make someone so happy?


Then Piggy needed a chair...

...and a snack.

(That's pound cake, which is a breakfast food in this house. Weird, I know, but that's how I grew up and it just tastes like breakfast to me. I'm willfully passing on the eccentricity.)

I know all kids do this, but it's so stinkin funny to watch!

Payne was into head gear today.

The hood plus hat combo: Always a classic.


An inspired AND cozy bed time ensemble.

My Day in photos.

The Seventh Circle of Hell. Oh wait! That's just the local indoor playground and coffee shop.

I neglected to realize that it would be insanely, hectically, and noisily crowded because it was both raining and a school holiday. Payne scurried up into the bowels of the labyrinth on the top level and was nearly lost to me. I had to chuck my shoes and sacrifice my dignity to retrieve him when it was time to go.


Ah crap.



"Eye-keeeeem!"



Pre-bed hysteria with Dan. I love them.

Things I didn't catch on film.
- Payne running up to Dan and yelling "My hug!" (sniffle)
- Me screaming at the poor boy when he reached for a hot cookie sheet on the counter.
- A two year old attempting to eat a lettuce wrap.
- My doctor trying not to laugh as my son gamely attempted to put my shoes back on for me.
- A toddler saying Elephant (Eow-en-ent!).
- The sound of Payne bludgeoning the inside of his bedroom door with the naked carcass of Mr. Potato Head after he was supposed to be asleep.

Tummies.

We've been talking a lot about tummies lately, since we've started up with the perfunctory education of the existing child regarding pregnancy.

My Mom has been asking Payne what is in "Mama's tummy" for awhile and he usually answers "Beh-bee!" (no really, his intonation and the raise in pitch at the end makes it sound French. heh heh). He responds dutifully, but sometimes he shoots me an up and down look afterwards, as if to say "You know, this is a really freaking weird concept." or "Why do you keep eating babies?".

We're not batting a thousand just yet though. He once responded with "Apple" (or "abbow" in Paynespeak), which was shockingly accurate, actually.

It was pretty cute yesterday when I asked him what was in my tummy and he then pulled up my shirt, stuck his finger in my belly button and exclaimed "Beh-bee! Beh-bee in'err (in there)". But my favorite answer so far was last night. I asked Payne what was in his tummy right after dinner, and he shot back a big resounding belch. Ha.

The oh so successful first donning of the "Big Brother" shirt.

"Get it off! GET IT OFF! What does it mean?! It buuuuurns!"

Payne really likes ketchup.

No, I don't think you understand.


He REALLY likes ketchup.


I mean, I don't think I'm quite getting my point across.


He would eat it with a spoon.
He would eat it on a carrot.
He would suck it through a straw.
He would lick it off of someone else's face.
He would roll around in a vat of it.


I still don't think you could possibly have grasped the magnitude of this yet.


So...I'm going to have to do this the hard way:





I hope you realize I only did this out of necessity.

Another chapter in the Life and Times of Piggy.

Payne was bored while I was making dinner. The obvious solution was to steal my sweater and make a bed for Piggy directly at my feet.



I was none to pleased because I was browning meatballs, which is a high stress activity for me. Why you ask? Getting a meat sphere browned on all sides is really freaking hard. Also, I loathe being popped by oil, and it's pretty much impossible to avoid during the the constant rotation of small balls of ground meat in hot olive oil, dangit!

What were we talking about? Oh right.

So I helped Payne move Piggy's bed to the couch in order to avoid venting my frustration by punting the innocent pink fluff ball directly into the window blinds.



And all was again right with the world.

Also, it's possible we should have started the sibling production a bit sooner. Payne is getting attached to an increasing number of objects. He went to bed with a hooded towel on Wednesday, and just a bit ago he asked me to hug and kiss his pillow goodnight before he went to bed. If I catch him snuggling with a pencil box or a hairbrush I may have to stage an intervention.

Fun with Huggies boxes continued.

And tonight we added two wire hangers joyfully discovered in the master bedroom closet!

So Payne climbed into a box with the two hangers (they were important somehow, although I wasn't smart enough to quite figure it out) and I pushed him around on the rug for a bit. Then he got up and asked me to get in. Well, really, it sounded like "Mom! Dehr!" over and over again. Therefore, I stuffed my butt into the huggies box, he handed me the hangers, then insisted I put them in the front of the box (maybe they were a steering wheel?) and he "pushed" me around the family room. That must have looked awesome. He was alternating between grunting and yelling "Beep beep!" at me. Heh heh. Of course I was sneakily propelling myself along crab style (again, must have been a killer visual).

Then he stuck his face in the box and looked at me through the slat in the bottom, and then made me stick my face in the box and look at him, while he laughed hysterically, for the next hour and a half.

Why do we buy toys?