If you want bootiful hair

Tucking G in last night. He was playing with my hair. Pulling it really, but he means well...

He says, "Mom you should get a muppet to make your hair bootiful."

I say, "A what?"

He says, "A bum pit."

One more time, I say, "What?"

And then it comes to me... he's saying "Bump It."

I nearly rolled out of the bed laughing. If you don't know, a Bump It is the latest in a long line of hair clips such as the bannana clip and topsy tail... It's an "as seen on TV" product designed to give your hair style extra lift in the crown, a la teasing and White Rain used to do... Today we have Bump Its.

We TiVO Spiderman cartoons for G. We watch the same ones over and over. On the Sandman episode, just after the Amazing Trains video commercial is, you guessed it kids, the Bump It commercial. The kid is paying attention.

He says he's going to get me a Bump It for my birthday. Well, he didn't say that, but the conversation ended like this:


"When is your birthday, mom?"


You could see the wheels spinning... Deeda, if the bump it comes up around the time of my birthday, if he remembers on his own... dial the 800 number. I've got to have it. Just priceless.

A Birthday Wish.

Just realizing this little project celebrated it's first birthday this month! Happy Birthday Casa de Dionne!

Now, here's what I wished for when I blew out the candles. I'd like to see some comments on the blog in the coming year. Eh-hem Grandparents in particular, family and friends too, it's much appreciated when you respond via email that you like the blog. However, your comments and notes would become part of the (b)log if you would post comments to it. Just click on the little word comments at the end of the post (right where it usually says "0 comments") and enter share your thoughts or add your own story.

So, someday when G and TBD are reading the story of their life not only will they see what I had to write but what you had to add to it... Wouldn't that be great? Plus, a few comments would inspire more posts. It's always nice to know if someone else is reading.

Please comment. This is a two way communication vehicle.

Four for One

Catching up... so here's four little blurbs I've been meaning to update with.

SNIPER
Couple weeks ago, G went home to Austin with Nana on a Friday. Deeda had a business meeting there on Saturday. So G hitched a ride home with Deeda on Sunday mid-day. Nana and Papa were beyond thrilled to get their first sleep over with G and he was equally excited to swim and play and eat papa eggs. But I promise, no one was happier than I was to have a date night with my hubby on Friday and then get him out the door early Saturday so I could enjoy an entire day and evening to myself! Errands were run, closets organized, chic flick watched. Operation Baby’s Room officially made it to the next milestone . Crib is assembled. Closet emptied of paperwork and filled with baby clothes…

Now, I wasn’t there so I can only tell the story as it was told to me, but here’s what I heard.

Saturday night the boys went for pizza with Nana and Papa. When a pepperoni fell of G’s slice, he said, “Sniper.”

To have the full effect of this comment you must know this is a formula joke Deeda adopted when G was first toddling around and falling down a lot (seemingly for no reason). He’d fall and Deeda would say, “sniper!” It’s been a staple that’s continued as G has grown and he continues to fall. Usually these days it’s because he’s running super fast or jumping from something. Anyhoo- it seems as though G clearly knows how to use the formula himself… E.g., if your pepperoni falls down it must have been a “sniper!” This from the same boy who says he “stepped on a duck” when he “toots.” He knows he’s funny and he loves it! The other day he tried to play “give me five – down low – too slow.” He doesn’t quite get how it works but he does get that it’s a funny thing and he’d get a laugh for pulling it off.

He has also adopted this very George Mcfly from Back to the Future fake laugh he does where he closes his eyes really tight and “laughs.” Sometimes he’ll add to the look, a “What?” as in when Stanly Tucci says “What? You Won Something?” in It Could Happen to You. One Deeda and I quote a lot….

DEVELOPMENTS
For months we’ve been telling G to come wake us up rather than calling for us from his bedroom. Seems as though we’ve turned a corner. He’s been coming to our room, getting under the covers and watching an episode orfMickey Mouse Clubhouse or Sean the Sheep in our bed. It’s a beautiful thing! It’s like sleeping in… but not. But we’ll take what we can get.

This is especially nice because sleep isn’t coming easy for me these days. Baby and belly are growing fast and getting hard to turn over with or lay comfortably with. My lower back/butt/legs are really hurting. Sitting is OK but laying down makes for aches, stiffness and occasional numbness. Ahhh the joys. BTW - we're at cauliflower stage now... weighs about 2 lbs and is 14 or so inches long!


Anyway, after he came to our bed Saturday, G decided he wanted us all three to move to his bed. So we did and we made a G sandwich and he loved it as much as we did… We were literally all laying there staring at the ceiling and planning our day when G said, “mom will you show me how to snore?”

We had to laugh. He’s been known to wake me up (when I have fallen asleep tucking him in) telling me to “stop making that noise” or to make sure I am aware my “breath is nasty. “ So, I guess logic told him I was the best choice to “teach” him how to snore…

After that he declared he thought a good plan for the day would be to go to the toy store to get a BIIIIIGGGG Batman. He eventually settled for a haircut, trip to Target and putting the finishing touches on his new and improved bookshelf system to house the toys he already has.

HIDE AND SEEK
G loves to play hide and seek. Actually, he loves to hide in the same place over and over and he loves to tell you where he is or call out “Marco!” (as in Polo) so you can find him faster if you’re pretending not to see him where he’s already told you he will be… The other day, G and Deeda were having a good game when Dee Dog got into the action… Deeda would say, “Where’s G and Dee would run around looking. Our old girl has some spunk in her for sure.

COULD IT BE TRUE?
Last Thursday marked the dreaded glucose test. I felt as though I hadn’t done everything I could to help ensure a positive outcome after so many celebratory weekends in the last couple months complete with brownie bites and the like…. Plus the recent discovery of sea salt caramel gelato. Oh boy… wish I never tasted stuff… salty and sweet and ice cream! Good lord! Anyway, I drank the koolaid at the doc and they took my blood. Doc said expect news by Monday and that no news was good news. It’s late night Wednesday and there’s no news. Could it be that I don’t have to deal with Gestational Diabetes this time around? I am hesitant to even write this for fear of a jinx but I do have my fingers crossed.