TJ: What is this?
Mama: It's a bungee cord. It's not for you.
TJ: It's not for me?
Mama: No, Daddy uses it to tie things to the top of the car so they won't fall off.
TJ: I use it too.
Mama: You do? What do you use it for?
TJ: I use it to catch ants.
The dogs are starting to listen to TJ when he gives them commands.
I am trying to teach him to use a low voice and not to yell at them and to praise them if they do what he says.
It's working somewhat.
He just told Georgia to lay down and she did it.
"I'm going to throw Daddy a hug all the way to work and it will get him on the train and go SPLAT right on his face."
Gigi is in the habit of ignoring the big, round, comfy dog bed we have for her, conveniently located under the bedroom windows.
She much prefers squishing herself under the bed.
Sometimes just her tail will stick out, sometimes her back paws.
It's quite comical, really.
TJ just sat through his first full movie, Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
He loved it, although he asked lots of "why" questions the whole way through and just now when I put him to bed he asked "what happened to the boy?".
We always read the kids bedtime stories. Sometimes John or I will tell a story to TJ without a book.
A couple of times lately, though, TJ has wanted us to read him the captions from his 2009 tiger calendar as his bedtime story.
On my to do list, I have "make a new to do list."
These kids get sick often, it seems. Probably seems worse than it is.
TJ is coughing like he smokes a pack a day, like his lung is about to come out.
I guess fresh cold air is good for that, so JP has him outside.
He's too sick and crabby to think about it as an adventure, otherwise I think he would be psyched.
At some point, we somehow ended up with a copy of the Muppet Christmas movie on vhs.
I don't like vhs (too old school) but keep the ones that TJ likes to watch because we do have a dual dvd/vhs player.
I popped it in to see if it was something that interested him and he watched it for a few minutes, then told me "it's too old for me."
Not old fashioned, he meant that the content was too mature for him.
I am seriously yelling at the automated voicemail at tmobile.
CUSTOMER SERVICE you F@#kers!!!!!
That's all I want.