Colt's Toddlerism

So...the lil one speaks. It's time for his first appearance in Toddlerisms. At bath time we are draining the tub. He sits staring at the drain for at least five minutes, repeating non-stop, "Bye bye bubbles, bye bye bubbles." When the tub was empty he looked at it longingly and said, "Bubbles bye bye."

Would you like butter with that?

So the snow storm has moved passed the blizzard phase and is in the sleet stage. I agree to take Wyatt outside. He looks up to the sky and is bombarded with little ice pellets. He beems and says, "Look Mommy, popcorn snow."

Snow angel or no angel?

So at the height of the winter storm Wyatt suggests we go outside and make snow angels. I reluctantly concur. He briefly flirts with the idea of laying in the snow, then gets up and informs me, "Mommy, I don't know how to do it. You need to show me." I stand next to him and explain that he needs to flap his arms and legs. He says, "No, you need to show me." So 8 months pregnant I lay in the snow and make my wings. "Your turn, I say." He looks at me covered in snow and responds, "No thanks. I'm going inside."

A Lesson in Anatomy

So Wyatt is in Joe's office looking through our Christmas cards. He asks Joe, "Why do you like that snowman?" Joe says, "Because my friend Gentry made it." Wyatt replies, "Did he use a carrot for the nose?" "Yes, he did," Joe says. Wyatt ponders this and then says, "He should have used it for a penis."

For here or to go?

So...a few nights ago Wyatt was naughty at supper. He was sent upstairs before he finished his dinner. I went to check on him after the meal. He's sitting in his time out spot. He looks up at me and says, "Mommy, I'd like to order some more food."

Little Dude

So...the baby was really kicking hard in my stomach while Wyatt sat next to me on the couch. I told him, "Your little brother is really wild today." Wyatt says," Maybe he's going to come out today." I said, "I hope not, he has some more growing to do." Wyatt nods, "He's still a little dude."

Free Advice

So...I reach for a kleenex for like the 10 thousandth time this winter. I tell Wyatt, "Mommy is really tired of being sick." He says, "I think you need to rest. That would help." He's quiet a few minutes. Then he adds, "maybe you should go to the doctor."