talking to himself and his bunny

We heard on the monitor after we put him in bed tonight:

"A...B...C....D.....E....F...G...."

He sang himself the ABCs.

Then silence.

Then: "Booba, you idiot."

entertainment

good

Out of the blue, while watching tv:

"I'm not picking my nose, Mommy."

Okay, son. Good. Glad to hear it.

space

This morning I was on the phone when Andy suddenly decided he just had to see "Finding Nemo". He likes to watch movies over on his side of the basement on his little portable dvd player sometimes, rather than on the big screen tv. I told him, "Not now Andy, I'm on the phone."

Of course he got upset and whined, and asked repeatedly until I gave in. I managed to untangle myself from the blankets and computer cords and drag my weary, sinus-infected body over there and queued up his dang movie. Then I stood there next to him for a few seconds to make sure the movie played.

Apparently this wasn't cool because he barked, "You go over there and sit in your chair, Mommy."

I was handed my hat. Two years old and already he wants his personal space.

splash

Last night Andy was goofing around in the kitchen while we prepared dinner. I told him not to get too wild, but he's two. Like he's really going to listen to me....

So to make a long story short, he lost his balance and fell, butt-first, into the dog's water. We have an enormous water cooler jug for Suey that holds 10 gallons, so it's a big bowl.

I thought Shawn was actually going to pee. He covered his mouth and bit his lip as hard as he could. There was Andy, sitting in the water, with a most pitiful look on his little face as the situation registered in his mind.

I helped him up and he teared up and started to cry and said, "Oh dear! My pants are wet!"

huh?

My dog and I are having issues.

She's been pooping in my foyer lately. She's always been wonderful about going outside and never, ever has accidents. So I don't know what the problem is, but I suspect it has to do with the fact that she doesn't like to go out when it rains. Regardless, I'm severely irked with her. A doberman pile is not a small thing to clean up.

So when I discovered today's pile I was understandably angry. This is the fourth time in a week. I cleaned it up, and spent a significant portion of that time yelling at her and going on about how upset I was.

Andy was sitting at the table having his lunch while this was going on. He could hear me ranting and shouted, "What's wrong Mommy!?" He asks me this whenever I make any kind of exclamation. He's nosy.

When I got back to the lunch table he asked me again and I said, "Suey pooped in the foyer."

He nodded and said, "Suey's in trouble. She peed on the dentist."

I just don't see where that came from at all.

he already knows

He threw something small. I wasn't mad.

I looked over at him.

He smiled at me and said, "I'm a naughty man."