heh-whoa? heeeeyyyy....

These kids are so funny! Lord, how I wish I were a better mother about keeping track of the funny things they do. With Elizabeth I didn't realize how important it was, didn't realize how many things I would forget about her toddlerhood. Now with Colby, I do realize it, but I don't want Elizabeth to be hurt someday when I have a book of all of Colby's funny things and not her witicisms.... Maybe I should make some up...?? LMAO!!

Colby's new thing is to play what I call telemarketer. He will pick up a random object and put it on his shoulder like its a phone and say, "Heh-whoa? HEEEYYYY!!!" then mumble a bunch of gobbledygook and then laugh outrageously and then say, "okbye." Sometimes while he is on line one, he will hear another line "ring", and will put a second random object to his other ear and carry on two conversations. So if you come over and he has a hairbrush on one shoulder and a shoe on the other.... you will know he is trying to sell some siding.

The hairbrush is another thing. Every day after his bath, he will get the hairbrush and sit on the couch and brush his hair... only thing is, he has been watching me brush his sisters hair, so apparently he thinks his hair is to his waist, too. What a mess!!

And lastly, he has found his male gene... the testosterone has started flowing through his bloodstream... he is OBSESSED with cars. He spends all day pushing cars all over the house. No noises yet, I suppose his cars are the silent cars of the future. Of course he is also obsessed with his sisters stash of "mardi gras" beads... Maybe he will be the first cross dressing indy car driver. If he ever learns to walk that is...

Now for my Elizabeth.... I narrowly adverted a huge mess with her yesterday! It is past time for my gynecologist appointment. I was supposed to go in September, but dreaded going weighing what I do now and was hoping to lose some weight before then. But here is is a month and a half later, and even though I have been walking my fool ass off, I have not lost a single pound. (How can this BE???) So I went ahead and made my appointment.

At dinner last night, I mentioned to Marty that, "I made my appointment with Dr. Henson today. It is the day after my birthday at 1:45, so maybe you and Colby can go with me." (my Dr is about an hour away in a bigger city, so we used to go as a family and go out for lunch and shop and all... just so you know that I didn't want him to come and watch me get my cervix scraped and my boobs examined.) He said that was fine. I did not notice my daughters apparent glee over this statement. She did ask if she could go, and I told her that she would be in school that day. That was that.

Until later that evening when she asked me how long until the baby gets to come out. I asked her what she meant and she said, "The baby in your belly!!" For a moment I was afraid this was going to be another "fat" conversation, and I cringed, and asked, "What are you talking about honey?" and she said "YOU SAID you were going to see Dr. Handsome (I swear she came up with that on her own!) for your birthday!!" To her, Dr. Handsome is the Doctor That Gets The Baby Out. I had to explain that this was not the case and that it was just a checkup. She then wanted to know if it was a checkup to see if we can put a baby in there to grow and I said NO. This pod is closed indefinitely.

She is such a good child. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but she was picked a couple of weeks ago as Citizen of the Month at her school, because of her "willingness to help others without being asked" and her "great manners!!" It's so funny because once we started talking about manners, she became praise obsessed.

A typical meal would go like this:

"Mom, could you please hand me the ketchup?
mom hands the ketchup
"thank you ma'am!!" Elizabeth beams.
Mom says, "You are welcome!"
"Hey mom, did you hear I said please, ma'am, and thank you?? Isn't that such good manners of me??"

I wish I had the money to have ten more children.