The may-ow.

Tonight I snuck out the door and relished the two minute walk to the mailbox by myself, as taking Payne to the mailbox becomes a 20 minute ordeal.

He watches Dan or I when we go outside by standing on the office window seat and peering through the blinds. I'm sure this looks a leeeetle eerie from the an outsider's point of view. Heh.

Well, when I got back Payne ran to greet me at the door and queried "Mommeee! You got dah may-ow, wit dah bihws?"

Dan and I looked at each other and burst into laughter. He freaking knows that bills come in the mail?!

I said "Yes! I got the bills in the mail." to which our little household pattern sponge replied "Yay! You got dah bihws!"

If only I could be so enthusiastic about owing people money...

Go Seep.

A new game Payne really enjoys is to "Go seep in Daddy's bed". He requires an assistant for this game.

He climbs into bed and then yells "corn!" (come on) at his assistant. Once the fellow player gets into bed he arranges the pillows for both parties, instructs all to "wie down" and then covers himself and his helper in a blanket. As he stares at the ceiling, he never fails to turn to the prisoner, er, helper next to him and instruct them to "turn on fan!". After the ceiling fan is turned to an acceptable speed all are re-tucked and Payne mutters "I go seep. Nigh nigh."

Things are quiet for approximately 20 seconds before the game starts over again...or the bed is converted into a trampoline.

I discovered yesterday that pictures of the "Go Seep" game are NOT to be tolerated.

Two and a half and he already thinks I'm stupid.

After Payne woke up from his nap today he started knocking on the inside of his bedroom door and yelling "Heh-whoooooa!" like normal.

I yell back "You up buddy?"

Him: "Yeah! I in my room!" (good to know)

I go open the door, he greets me, points behind him, and says "Dis my bed."

I had no idea son. Thank you.

Random Aside: My all time favorite "Payne waking up" event was when we had a house guest that was staying in the room next to Payne. He got up in the morning and Payne heard him moving around, so Payne yelled to him "Hi! Mommy? I hear you! It's me, Payne!". HA.

It's official.

There is nothing cool left about me.


I just bought this:

(low whistle)

Check out that sweet ride. It's so....grey, and get an eyeful of those cup holders!

So yeah, because of my absolute need to escape the confines of my home each and every single day, I decided to get a stroller that I can use to cart around Nugget and Payne simultaneously. Believe it or not, this is actually one of the more compact options (for under $200 anyway). The seat for Payne is a little bench seat in the back, so it doesn't take up as much room as a full second stroller seat. However, it's still huge. I'm going to have to get used to navigating with this thing, considering I've accidentally slammed my poor child into way too many corners and edges of clothes racks even with his current little umbrella stroller.

I have dubbed it the Land Yacht .

I've got to admit, I'm a little bit excited about it, simply because it means that my wee brood and myself will be able to continue our urban explorations. I'm relieved I can still count on zoning out on a bench while my son plays with the latest overpriced marketing tool.

The one below is a sort of projected series of advertisements that are interactive. Payne can stomp on the mat and move stuff around etc. He loooves it.

My Mom hilariously and very accurately compared it to entertaining a cat with a laser pointer...

(Evil Cackle)

The cute blondie is J.P., Payne's current best bud (he calls him "Pay P."). They're only 7 months apart and I very sincerely hope that they're still friends at the age of 18, so I can bring out this photo and embarrass the crap out of them.

Toddler Revenge.

Yesterday Payne and I had a battle over his nap. He was of the opinion that he didn't need one and I was of the opinion that I didn't care whether he needed on or not; I needed two hours of peace anyway.

After a few stern visits to his room and various re-tuckings into bed, all went quiet. Victory! I was quite pleased with myself.

When I went to retrieve him I opened his door to find this:



Sooooo I guess Payne translated "nap" to mean "gut bedroom in complete stealth mode".

Truer words have never been spoken.

Today, as we approached the mall, I asked Payne "Is that where you go play?".

He very excitedly responded: "Yeah! And Mommy go potty!"

(sigh)

I think I'm ready to not be pregnant anymore. BUT, when one is pregnant one can (between bathroom stops) buy things like this at the mall...



So there's that. However, one can buy cute baby clothes after the baby is born too, and perhaps manage to blog about something other than peeing a lot.

Sorry guys.