2 Mouths That Can't Stop.

The adorable little brown spot on my pillow is Coco. She has become my little girl, but she has some very bad habits that need address. Licky & chewy sorta explains it all. Now with a 3 yr old in the house I need to be extra careful. Today she chewed up one of his sippy cup tops. Yesterday it was some Valentine erasers, and I haven't had the energy to lift the sofa to see what she might have under there. But, I usually find all sorts of scraps under there when I clean.

Tonight's story is one of the bogey man, as Buddy told me.
When the bogey man comes he knocks likes tap, tap and he knocks down the door and comes in the house and gets in the room and he has big hands, I have big hands but my hands are little and your hands are little cause his hands are big. He grabs everybody with his hands and the cops can't get him cause they won't come in your house but they set it on fire and it goes swoosh and the bogey man will leave and then its ok.
The story is only good when you picture his hands moving as fast as his mouth, making the motions, of big and fast and swoosh and such.

The child definitely takes after his mother who is never at a loss for words, the other night as we drove to go eat, I turned and ask, Are you ok Buddy (because he hadn't said anything in a couple minutes). He says loudly, I'm being quiet! Jim says, Oh, is that what that is...I didn't recognize it. Even when he goes to bed he's not quiet, he sings and makes bee noises until he falls asleep. Although he seems to be a very happy child singing himself to sleep...he is a bear in the morning. He first wakes up stomping his way to the bathroom giving you a look that hurts if you dare to look at him. If he cussed I expect he would do that to. But, once awake he usually turns into a more palatable child. And I suppose like most children, hot & cold from one second to the next all day long. It's like living with Sybil. Love you Memaw...DON'T LOOK AT ME! Can I have some chocolate milk? DON'T TOUCH ME! Don't worry Memaw, I'll save you from the bogey man. I'm going to call the cops on you! Jim tends to take the "evil" Buddy to heart. I just let it slide right off cause I know sweet Buddy is right around the bend.

A lot of times he doesn't know what to do about me. I treat him like a little adult sometimes. The other day I asked him if he wanted something, I forget what. But, he said NO and started to give me all kinds of reasons why, like he hated me and he didn't like this and he was going to call the cops, etc, etc. I just walked away and said, Hey, No was enough. I don't need an explanation, I understand NO ! and walked out of the room as he continued to shout out his reasons to his Papoo.

Surfing the blogs.

The television I usually watch has been taken over by a 3 yr old. It's The Incredibles, day 2. So I thought I would try and find some mindless entertainment on the web. So I went blog surfing. I found this real interesting and somewhat cute blog - veganlunchbox.blogspot.com . I find it of interest because #1 son & wife are vegetarians and #2 son is a vegan. Although my sons are 31 & 30, I still try and stay in tune to some of the things they are in to. Also, I used to try and cook vegan or vegetarian but not so much anymore...but her muffins looked so good. I need to investigate more and find out how she got them looking so good. I tried carrot & zucchini muffins for #2 son using cornstarch as the egg substitute, but they were heavy and didn't rise like a regular muffin. I am usually proud of my cooking when I do cook, but vegan cooking is hard.

A 3 Year Old!

This little 3yr old's mother has taken off to wonderful Meridian Mississippi for 6 glorious weeks for her Navy Reserve training and has left him with us. I last had a 3 yr old in 1979. I am exhausted and I don't know if I will make it! Tomorrow will be day 3.

My 3 yr olds were not like this one. Of course, my memory may be clouded a bit but for example: Today, I had a heart attack and yelled at him when he took off after I took him out of the shopping cart at the store. I only had one bag, my purse and a gallon of milk to carry but he was out the door before I could pick them up. I told him to stay until I took his hand, told him to stop when he started to move and yelled his first and middle name as he headed for the door, then finally louder than I like to scream...STOP! My little ones would always listen to step one, stay until I take your hand. I would say up until they started school they trusted that what I said was well worth listening to. Up until then, I was the smartest person they knew. It never seemed to occur to them to question my authority on any subject. They themselves were brilliant of course.

Well, this little 3 year old is smart as a whip, too. However, he is people manipulated smart. Unlike mine he has had a lot of people in his life. He has full, large families...many people around him every day from the day he was born. There was a line at the hospital just minutes after he was born. So he knows people, and he knows how to use them. He can be so cute one minute and telling you he hates you in the next. He turns it off and on just like that. I know this will be some six weeks. I hope I survive.

Background info: I am Memaw and my husband is Papoo. We call our grandson Buddy. We were trying to get him to eat his supper. He said we were mean and was going to call the cops on us.

Story of the day: Buddy told us the cops were going to come get Memaw and bring her to the cop factory. The cops would bring me to the cop factory and put me in the cop store they would get a big knife and cut me up and put me in the cop store. They would not let me come back because I was mean.

While he was telling us this story and answering our questions and Papoo acted like he called the cops. Buddy munched on his supper and gestured with his hands. To shorten the story. I did not get hauled off by the cops, he ate most of his supper, and Papoo pretend called the cops and told them everything was o.k.