Creeper...

So, P has been showing up in my bed every night for the last few weeks. Normally, it's not a habit we allow, or encourage, but I have a sneaking suspicion it has a lot to do with me being gone 2 nights a week, because he's usually overjoyed to find out that I'm home when he sneaks in on Tuesday and Thursday nights.

Anyway, with all the resolve I have in my bones (which isn't much), I have been trying to resist the temptation of snuggling and holding him as long as he's little enough to allow me to do so. So, when he crept in the other night, I muttered as matter-of-factly as I could, "You REALLY should go back to your bed..." To which I received the response, "but mommy, I REALLY need some snuggles."

He won.

Friendships

P: Mom, I like friendships.

Me: You mean FUNships. (thinking about Carnival Cruises, which we've been on with him.)

P: No, FRIENDships.

Me: Oh.

P: I like Friendships a lot.

Me: What are friendships? (school lesson he misunderstood maybe? it is Valentine's week...)

P: Well, first you fly on an airplane. Then you get off, and then you get on a friendship. And if you get tired of one friendship, you just get on another one!

Me: Wow...that's really cool. Who taught you about friendships?

P: God.

Hot Tamales

P: Mom, can you put on Hot Tamales?

Me: Huh?

P: Do you have a CD that is Hot Tamales?

Me: a CD that is what?

P: Hot Tamales! I listen in Daddy's car.

Me: Uh, I don't know what Hot Tamales is baby...

P: I like it a lot, Mom. It's rock 'n roll...

Me: You mean, Metallica?!

P: Yeah! Metallica. I like Metallica.

Daddy

Tonights conversation in the car:

P: Mommy, when I grow up, I'm going to be a daddy!

Me: Oh yeah?! You're going to have kids?

P: No.

Me: Uh...

P: I'm just going to be a race car daddy and a police daddy.

Me: You have to have kids to be a daddy, and then I will be their grandma, like Duckie is your grandma.

P: I don't want to be YOUR daddy!

Me: I don't want you to be my daddy, silly...but you have to have kids. That's what makes you a daddy.

P: Oh, well then yes, I'm going to have kids.

Me: Do you want boys or girls?

P: Boys.

Albert: How many boys do you want?

P: Ummm, 2 or 3.

Me: Are you going to have a wife to?

P: No!

Me: (to my husband, Albert) Well, I'm going to be watching out for that skank...

Caught Up!

So, I think at this point I have caught the blog up to current times, and added in the stories that I always think about that already happened (at least the ones I can remember right now!). From here forward, I'm going to try and keep the blog updated as funny things happen - which is at least once or twice a week.

I hope you enjoyed catching up with us, and that you are as excited about what is to come as we are. :)

Light, my friend...

About 6:30pm, end of January or early February [2009], driving home from the mall:

P: Mom, is it dark outside?

Me: Look out your window, and you tell me; is it dark outside?

P: Yes.

Me: Well, there is your answer.

P: Mom, I don't like when it gets dark outside. I want to play, and I don't like bed time.

Me: I know, but everyone has to get some sleep sometime so they can grow big and strong.

P: Light, my friend, his name is Light. He's going to come and visit me - he's not here right now, but he's going to come back - and he's going to give me super powers.

Me: Oh yeah?

P: Yeah, he's gone right now, but he's going to come back and give me super powers so that I can never let it be dark again.

Me: I wouldn't like that.

P: Well, Light, my friend, is going to give me superpowers to not be dark, so...

Me: Well, that should be interesting. Super powers are cool.

P: Yeah. Light is my friend. He's cool.

Strangers

(Story courtesy of Preston's Tia Rosanna)

We left my brother in law's surprise birthday party the other day, and Preston decided he wanted to ride with his cousins, since we were going to their house for a bit anyway. As they were driving past the Ballpark, the conversation went something like this:

P: Tia Rosanne, me and my mom and my dad and me, we're going to go there to see the Strangers play.

R: Really? You're going to see the Strangers play?

P: Yeah, they play like this (swings arms like he's swinging a bat) and me and my mom and my dad and me are going to go watch them.

R: Wow, that sounds like fun. Can I come with you to see the Strangers?

P: (very serious) Do you have GPS?

R: Do I have to have a GPS to go with you?

P: My mom's GPS got stolen out of her car. Do you have one?

R: Yes. Does that mean I can go with you to see the Strangers?

P: (thinking) I guess. Gunnar, [his aunt] Steph's dog, he stole my mom's GPS. He's bad.

[January 18, 2009]