Excuse the poor formatting and lack of photos for this long overdue and inadequate post. It's been a busy few months at our house between house renovations, preschool projects, Primary, etc. We have much to report, but for now, I'm just going to record a few of the recent conversations with the Peanut . . . .
Mr. Ringmaster brought the Peanut a new super duper power bubble blower tonight. So far, it has provided loads of fun for the Peanut and Clarence the Aristocrat dog. Mr. Peanut and I were sitting on the picnic table while he blew a gazillion bubbles. Clarence dutifully chased and ate as many of the bubbles as he could.
Conversation #1 (while watching Clarence consume an unnatural amount of bubbles).
Me: So, Bud, do you think Clarence is going to toot bubbles after eating so many of them? (Yes, I am capable of discussing disgusting bodily functions with my son.)
Peanut (laughing so hard he gave himself the hiccups): Yes . . . . Mom, is Clarence going to toot bubbles? (Followed by more uncontrollable giggles).
Conversation #2 (While still blowing bubbles . . . Clarence, who has the attention span of a gnat, had moved on to other backyard adventures.)
Peanut: Look (pronounced "yook") Mom. Look at Clarence.
Me: Clarence, what are you doing?
Peanut: He's digging, Mom. Can you dig it?
Conversation #3 (Overheard between Peanut and Mr. Ringmaster while playing and then doing bedtime routine.)
Mr. Ringmaster and Peanut (at various times during play and snack - and said with the appropriate accent): Spock, we need more power!
Later . . . .
Mr. Ringmaster: Okay, Bud, it is time to brush teeth.
Peanut: I have no more power!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
We Wish You a Merry Christmas
I think that I have started at least 45 posts over the past three months and completed, um, well, none of them. I gave myself a Flip camera as an early Christmas gift, so have no excuse not to post at least something . . .
December 16 was the Peanut's preschool holiday sing. The event was all rather strictly orchestrated by the preschool staff, but still somewhat chaotic - and completely adorable. For those who received the following video as an email, I'm sorry for the repetition. For those who did not, please do not watch the following video if you are prone to headaches, motion sickness or any other malady caused by very poor videography. I only said that I bought the Flip camera, not that I knew how to use it well. Oh, also, the Peanut was on the exact opposite corner from where I was seated. Nice.
The holiday sing . . .
I have another fantastic video of Mr. Peanut playing Santa, but I have been unable to upload the video to this blog. Again, I only said that I bought a flip camera, not that I know how to use it. I'll keep trying, and in the meantime, Mr. Ringmaster, the Peanut and I all hope your holidays are merry and bright!
December 16 was the Peanut's preschool holiday sing. The event was all rather strictly orchestrated by the preschool staff, but still somewhat chaotic - and completely adorable. For those who received the following video as an email, I'm sorry for the repetition. For those who did not, please do not watch the following video if you are prone to headaches, motion sickness or any other malady caused by very poor videography. I only said that I bought the Flip camera, not that I knew how to use it well. Oh, also, the Peanut was on the exact opposite corner from where I was seated. Nice.
The holiday sing . . .
I have another fantastic video of Mr. Peanut playing Santa, but I have been unable to upload the video to this blog. Again, I only said that I bought a flip camera, not that I know how to use it. I'll keep trying, and in the meantime, Mr. Ringmaster, the Peanut and I all hope your holidays are merry and bright!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Ladies' Man
The past few weeks and months have been packed with Peanut activity. Unfortunately, I am woefully remiss in my blogging about all of the excitement. I'm even worse about posting pictures. Unfortunately, most of my pictures are on my iPhone and, since I am completely techno-impaired, I have yet to figure out how to get them from my phone to the computer without having to email every. single. one. Any tips?
Anyway . . . . While scurrying about from activity to activity, I've noticed that Mr. Peanut is becoming quite the little ladies' man. He has always had a soft spot for his baby sitters and a couple of little girls from church. Lately, however, he seems to have ramped up his flirtations and expanded his flirting pool.
To illustrate:
While leaving his first day of preschool yesterday (Mr. Peanut is now enrolled in a two-year-old preschool class), he made sure to attract the attention of a woman in the parking spot next to our car and point out our new tire. She responded kindly, of course (how could you not want to talk about about a new tire?) and then proceeded to back out of her parking spot. As she was about to pull away, Mr. Peanut called out, "I like your windshield wipers." Smooth. Very smooth.
And today:
It seems that while Mr. Peanut has been sporting shorts, wife beaters and crocs, his regular fall/winter clothes have begun to shrink (I refuse to acknowledge that my little man is growing up, so it must be the clothes). Since the weather has cooled significantly, we decided to take a trip to the mall for a little wardrobe update.
We were hanging out in Striderite, waiting to purchase some snazzy new shoes. The clerk was helping multiple families at one time, so Mr. Peanut decided to kill time by working the room.
A little girl (who was about Peanut's age) was trying on some cute, little pink shoes. All of the adults commented on how pretty her shoes were. Mr. Peanut then approached the girl and, after introducing himself by saying "hi, my name is Mr. Peanut," he said, "I like your pink shoes." Seconds later, he announced to his little shoe girl, "I just burped."
Anyway . . . . While scurrying about from activity to activity, I've noticed that Mr. Peanut is becoming quite the little ladies' man. He has always had a soft spot for his baby sitters and a couple of little girls from church. Lately, however, he seems to have ramped up his flirtations and expanded his flirting pool.
To illustrate:
While leaving his first day of preschool yesterday (Mr. Peanut is now enrolled in a two-year-old preschool class), he made sure to attract the attention of a woman in the parking spot next to our car and point out our new tire. She responded kindly, of course (how could you not want to talk about about a new tire?) and then proceeded to back out of her parking spot. As she was about to pull away, Mr. Peanut called out, "I like your windshield wipers." Smooth. Very smooth.
And today:
It seems that while Mr. Peanut has been sporting shorts, wife beaters and crocs, his regular fall/winter clothes have begun to shrink (I refuse to acknowledge that my little man is growing up, so it must be the clothes). Since the weather has cooled significantly, we decided to take a trip to the mall for a little wardrobe update.
We were hanging out in Striderite, waiting to purchase some snazzy new shoes. The clerk was helping multiple families at one time, so Mr. Peanut decided to kill time by working the room.
A little girl (who was about Peanut's age) was trying on some cute, little pink shoes. All of the adults commented on how pretty her shoes were. Mr. Peanut then approached the girl and, after introducing himself by saying "hi, my name is Mr. Peanut," he said, "I like your pink shoes." Seconds later, he announced to his little shoe girl, "I just burped."
Monday, September 13, 2010
Some Peanut-isms or a Little Reminder that the Terrible Twos are not Always Terrible
The Peanut is growing in leaps and bounds lately. His pants that I used to have to roll up are now fitting perfectly. His size 3T shirts are close to becoming midriffs (now there's a visual image . . . ) and he has exactly one pair of shoes that still fit. Best of all, he has become a little chatterbox.
Along with his skillful use of words such as "delirious," "delicious," and "probably," or his annoying use of phrases like "I just don't yike you," the Peanut has surprised and entertained me with some great "isms." Here are some of my favorites . . . .
"Mom, I want you to carafe me" when he wants to be carried.
The alphabet song . . . The Peanut makes it through a-i without a hitch, but then gets a little hung up on j-p. Although there are different variations of the song, my favorite by far is when he skips "j" and launches into "k, l, another b, Q, R, S . . . "
While doing our bedtime routine tonight, I was singing the Bette Midler version of "Glory of Love" (though not sounding at all like Bette Midler). The Peanut, not really knowing the song, would sing the last word of every line after I did. When I got to the line, "You've got to win a little, lose a little, and always have the blues a little," he cut me off after "always" and finished by singing "have ice cream."
I was helping him say his prayers tonight and, apparently, was not giving him the appropriate prompts for expressing his gratitude because mid-way, he took off on his own, saying "thank you for Gordon, thank you for Henry, thank you for Lightning McQueen."
Along with his skillful use of words such as "delirious," "delicious," and "probably," or his annoying use of phrases like "I just don't yike you," the Peanut has surprised and entertained me with some great "isms." Here are some of my favorites . . . .
"Mom, I want you to carafe me" when he wants to be carried.
The alphabet song . . . The Peanut makes it through a-i without a hitch, but then gets a little hung up on j-p. Although there are different variations of the song, my favorite by far is when he skips "j" and launches into "k, l, another b, Q, R, S . . . "
While doing our bedtime routine tonight, I was singing the Bette Midler version of "Glory of Love" (though not sounding at all like Bette Midler). The Peanut, not really knowing the song, would sing the last word of every line after I did. When I got to the line, "You've got to win a little, lose a little, and always have the blues a little," he cut me off after "always" and finished by singing "have ice cream."
I was helping him say his prayers tonight and, apparently, was not giving him the appropriate prompts for expressing his gratitude because mid-way, he took off on his own, saying "thank you for Gordon, thank you for Henry, thank you for Lightning McQueen."
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
A Sunbeam . . . . .
Today, while lounging on my bed for what should have been nap time, the Peanut and I started singing "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam." This happens to be one of his favorite songs - and, as far as I can tell, a very popular Primary song with kids his age.
As is customary when we sing, I would sing the first word or two of a line and he would finish the line with a flair that only a two-year old comedian could muster.
The last line of the song says, "I'll be a Sunbeam for him." Here's how it was sung at our house today:
Me: "I'll be . . . "
Mr. Peanut (complete with his usual vocal styling): ". . . a Sunbeam if you want."
The jury is still out on the matter, but I fear he may have inherited my special gift of misunderstanding song lyrics!
As is customary when we sing, I would sing the first word or two of a line and he would finish the line with a flair that only a two-year old comedian could muster.
The last line of the song says, "I'll be a Sunbeam for him." Here's how it was sung at our house today:
Me: "I'll be . . . "
Mr. Peanut (complete with his usual vocal styling): ". . . a Sunbeam if you want."
The jury is still out on the matter, but I fear he may have inherited my special gift of misunderstanding song lyrics!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Suspicious Cargo
I don't want to brag, but the weather has been spectacular around these parts lately. Temps have been in the mid- to high-seventies, the sun has been shining and there is a hint of spring in the air.
Of course, the Peanut (who has firmly established himself as an outdoors man), never misses an opportunity to take advantage of the perfect weather and explore the world . . . .or at least the backyard. And, he never misses the opportunity to throw some dirt during his travels:
On occasion, the little explorer will bring a souvenir home from his travels. Here is today's souvenir:
Here's where I found it:
Um, yeah, that is his diaper.* How a rock of that size got in there is beyond me. Even more baffling is how he was not at all bothered by the additional cargo.
Mine is not to question . . . .
*Note: Despite the suspicious looking shadows, the only other material in the diaper was a little dirt. Had it not been so, I assure you that the treasure would not have been documented with photos.
Of course, the Peanut (who has firmly established himself as an outdoors man), never misses an opportunity to take advantage of the perfect weather and explore the world . . . .or at least the backyard. And, he never misses the opportunity to throw some dirt during his travels:
On occasion, the little explorer will bring a souvenir home from his travels. Here is today's souvenir:
Here's where I found it:
Um, yeah, that is his diaper.* How a rock of that size got in there is beyond me. Even more baffling is how he was not at all bothered by the additional cargo.
Mine is not to question . . . .
*Note: Despite the suspicious looking shadows, the only other material in the diaper was a little dirt. Had it not been so, I assure you that the treasure would not have been documented with photos.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Keeping it Real, Part II
It would seem that Mr. Peanut is on a quest to remind me that he is, in fact, all boy. As noted in my last post, he loves to make public announcements of his bodily functions (despite my efforts to get him to simply say "excuse me" and move on).
Today, he has ramped up his efforts just a little, by fake burping. Yes, fake Burping.
I fear we are only days away from burping the alphabet.
Today, he has ramped up his efforts just a little, by fake burping. Yes, fake Burping.
I fear we are only days away from burping the alphabet.
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