Another proud parenting moment.

Sophia loves the movie Tangled. We have probably seen this movie roughly seventy bazillion times. It is a great movie, and even though I have seen it so often, I haven't yet reached the point where the idea of watching it makes me cringe.

Ben, however, must have reached this point because he went out a few weeks ago and bought a couple of movies that had been on our family wish list for a while. 

One of his purchases was Monsters, Inc. Sophia promptly fell in love with this movie and now requests it instead of Tangled when we are sitting down to watch a show. On the plus side...it isn't Tangled. On the down side...by this time next month I will have watched it approximately three million times and may just be starting to cringe. 

If you are not familiar with Monsters, Inc., then you should really go watch it. It is a pretty cute little movie that has held up pretty well over the years. 

My proud parenting moment has nothing to do with Sophia (trust me, if you had parented this kid during these past two weeks you would see that neither of us had any moments to be proud of), nothing to do with Tangled, and actually has very little to do with Monsters, Inc. In fact, I didn't really need all that back story, but if I write a short post I will feel compelled to do some chores and I am trying to avoid having to get up out of my chair these days except in cases of extreme emergency...which usually is code for Elinore is again sitting on top of my bladder. 

There is a song played at the end of Monsters, Inc. during the credits called "If I didn't have you." It is a cute little song that my kids like to listen to. If you are unfamiliar with the song and want to give it a go, you can listen to it here. The chorus of the song goes like this "Wouldn't have nothin' if I didn't have you." Catchy, right? 

Connor was singing this song tonight and here comes the much awaited for proud parenting moment......

Connor: "Wouldn't have nothin' if I didn't have you!" Hey, wait a minute. Mom, do you know what is wrong with this song."

Me: "What?"

Connor: "He wouldn't have nothing?" That cancels each other out. It should totally say I would have nothing if I didn't have you. We should write them a letter."

Me: "You are so right. We should write them a letter."

I don't know if I am prouder that Connor has discovered the awful world of the double negative on his own or that his response to a perceived injustice is to write a letter. I think at this point it has to be the double negative thing. Although, if he had suggested a strongly worded letter, that would have taken the prize. 

I love that these incorrect phrases sound wrong to Connor's ears. If we've taught him nothing else, at least we have taught him that. Well that....and to write letters to people when they do something wrong. Strongly worded letters. 

Preggers.

My Mom doesn't use Facebook, so occasionally I must post photos on my blog that my Mom really needs to see. 

So for those of you who already saw these pictures, feel free to tell me all over again how I am not that big, still look really great, and have less than eight weeks to go. 

And Mom...feel free to say the same things. 

Baff Time

Connor received some Valentines Day money which he used to buy this stuff called Baff. The idea of Baff is that it essentially makes your bath water into green sludgy goo. Sounds like fun, right?

This stuff was actually pretty cool from the standpoint that you run the bathwater and then add the powdery mix. In about ten minutes your bath has transformed into Baff. The best comparison I have for what this stuff felt like is the gel stuff you can buy to put into flower vases. It isn't quite like water, but seems to be made of little gel crystals.

The coolest part is that when you are done with the Baff you add another powder that in about ten minutes transforms your Bath back into water - or at least a very close equivalent that can go down the drain.

All of this is kid safe and non-toxic.

It took Connor a while to decide that he was actually going in and he was pretty sure he was only going in if he had swim trunks on. Once he was in there he had a total blast.

He is already dreaming of when he will be able to afford another dose of Baff in the future. Even though t it didn't in anyway mess up our bathtub and actually seemed to clean out our slow moving drain, I kind of think that this would be a better summer time baby pool project.

If Sophie could write.

Dear Connor:

Thanks. Thanks for effectively ruining our parents. You just had to be born first, didn't you? 

Last night, dearest brother, I attempted to get out of my room and enjoy my new found toddler bed freedom. This had been working pretty well and usually ended up with Mom sitting on the couch with me early in the morning. We'd have breakfast, snuggle, get dressed, watch a cartoon, the world was mine!

But no, last night Mom and Dad remembered that if they wanted me to ever learn to stay in my bed that they were going to have to get tough and tough they got. At 5:00 this morning I attempted my usual escape, but they weren't having any of it. For thirty minutes they sat outside my room and held my door shut while I pulled on the other side. Thirty Minutes! Do you know what I did during these thirty minutes (well, other than tried to pull the door open)? I screamed, I cried, I yelled at them through the door, I pretended to stop and then would start up again. 

But still they persevered. They sat outside that door and refused to let it budge even and inch. Furthermore, they weren't even all that upset. Honestly it sounded like they were having a fine old time. They were chatting in hushed whispers and I even think I heard them laugh a couple of times. It was like they were having their own little private early morning date time outside my door as they tortured me within. Half an hour Connor! That is how long I threw a fit about this and still they didn't budge. 

I blame you. They would have never had the fortitude to do something like this if you hadn't ingrained in their brain that they cannot afford to lose a battle with us kids. You taught them that, not me. If I had been born first they would have given up last night after about ten minutes of me screaming their names. They definitely wouldn't be smiling and happy this morning. 

Thanks Connor, thanks for nothing. Oh, and by the way, you know who is really going to pay for this, since you seem perfectly content to sleep through the night in your own bed? Elinore, that's right. I am going to do my best to make sure that she never gets to win a single battle with our parents. Ever. I'll have my revenge on someone, even if it isn't you. 

Love, 

Sophie

The gross, the sweet, the funny, and the strange.

I love the things that come out of Connor's mouth. Here are tonight's highlights.

Regarding a Mythbuster's episode where they make a candle out of earwax: "They should have used me to make that candle. I have like a hundred thousand tons of ear wax in my ears."

He came up and laid his head on my growing belly: "I really like you Elinore, I can't wait to meet you."

Out of the blue: "Mom, do you know there are more than 73 people on this Earth? There are like more than a thousand!"

And last, but not least: "What kind of mom are you? A I won't let my son sleep under the table mom?"

Don't ask.