Here is what we talk about all day every day -

C: Joe has snakes.
Me: Yes, Joe has snakes.
C: Mark has snakes.
Me: Yes, Uncle Mark has a snake.
C: Pop at work.
Me: Yes.
C: POP AT WORK!
Me: Yes, Pop is at work.
C: Mark at work.
Me: Yes, Mark at work.
C: Joe at work.
Me: Yes, Joe at work.
C: Joe boat.
Me: Yes.
C: JOE BOAT!
Me: Yes, Joe has a boat.
C: Mark boat.
Me: (sigh) Uncle Mark does not have a boat.

I could go on and on but I think you get the picture!

Was Christopher a Squirel in a past life?

Christopher and I went to the grocery store on Tuesday and picked out peanut M&M's as his treat. He at some of them in car on the way home. Alli ate a few of them as he watched TV. Then I found the empty bag on the floor and threw it in the garbage. I thought that was the end of the M&M's. On Wednesday, Christopher was riding around the house on his tricycle and chewing on something. I asked him to open his mouth and show me what he was eating. He was eating peanut M&M's. I asked where it came from and he opened the back of his tricycle where there is a little storage spot. He had hidden a bunch of the M&M's there. He rode around and ate the rest of them. I thought, what a smart little guy, hiding them and saving some for later. Today we had a playdate and the little boy opened the Elmo cash register. I look over because Christopher is pushing him away and closing the drawer. I go over to investigate and inside the cash register I see another stash of the peanut M&M's! So Christopher grabs the rest of them and eats them before he has to share them with the other little boy. I wonder where else I am going to find these M&M's . . .

The Fall

That little Christopher is just too much. While chasing his brother and Josh around the driveway, he took a nose dive into the pavement. The result is a mess on his nose, upper lip, and forehead. As if I can't see it for myself, every person that we see, whether it is at Cracker Barrell, the Y, or walking around the block, fills me in on just how terrible it looks. But it doesn't stop there, they keep going with - how did that happen, did it hurt (no, it felt great, lady), and does your mommy put something on it to make it feel better (no, my mom is the worst parent ever, she hopes it permanently scars my face, she isn't as smart as you, she didn't put anything on it). Enough with the comments already, people, don't you have anything better to do? Anyway, it is healing and he will back to new in no time!