So I had a hen heading for the hills yesterday, who came back home.
I lured her into a dog crate & locked her up.... Chris came home & wondered why she was in the crate, not the coop, and figured he would move her to the coop.... can you see where this is going?
It would appear that both boys have just had a growth spurt... Buddy no longer needs a footstool in order to pee in the toilet standing up, and Cuppa no longer needs the pizza box under his jumperoo!! (we are TOTALLY into the scientific measurements here!!)
Mommy: "would you like to go to the park?" Buddy: "YEAH!" Mommy: "With the slide?" Buddy: "YEAH!!" Mommy: "ok, you need to put underpants on then." Buddy: "no can't..."
Thinks that someone should invent little boy underwear that is the same at the front as it is at the back. i'm starting to wonder if Buddy just likes the 'roomier' feel when he has them on backwards. 'Cause ten times out of ten, he puts them on backwards
So the other night, Buddy decided that he needed to take his hairbrush to bed, but he lost it in all his blankies. He was crying up stairs "My hairbrush... where my hairbrush??" while listening to his bedtime CD, Silly Songs by Larry.
the song that was playing?? "Oh where... is my hairbrush!"
apparently, when I told my teen to take shampoo with her to the sailing races for the weekend, she did not interpret that as "fill a small bottle with shampoo," but rather, "take the only bottle of shampoo that we currently own."