Food of the Gods

We've discovered powdered donuts. I've mandated them as a weekend-only food in an attempt to prevent mashed powdered donuts from completely flooding Will's veins.

You can't quite see how very covered his little face is. BTW, I have to pull the straw up so as not to create a milk-geyser when putting the top of his cup out. Don't worry, though:

Will's used to it and can compensate.

Fun and/or cute things Will's learned to do

1. Speak in complete sentences (ie. I love you too, Momma [I wuf ew do, Momma])

2. Say "Bless you" in both the correct and incorrect times (ie "Achoo", "Bless you, Momma" or "Cough", "Bless you, Momma"). Either way, it's very cute.

3. Complete the phrase "What would you like for dinner, Will?" (Answer: Macaroni and cheese) He's mastered 'macaroni' (no more maca-moni for our boy!) and has been adding on the 'and cheese' part within the past week or so.

4. Climb into the bathtub.

5. Correctly identify Barney and Buster. This has been made infinitely easier when we realized that Buster has left us. I don't know where he is, please don't ask. It's been five days and I'm starting to give up hope. Anyway, it's pretty impressive that Will could walk up to Barney and say "Bahney" when most of our guests still have to ask "Is this the heavy cat?"

6. Identify the number 6.

7. Identify the letter H.

8. Climb into his big boy chair unaided. The high chair is for sissy-boys.

9. Hanging. He's really good at hanging. Still hasn't mastered chilling out or relaxing out, coolin' or shooting some b-ball outside of school.

10. Jumping. He loves to jump off the ottoman onto the floor while holding onto my hands. However, he then proceeds to push me saying "Move, Momma, move" but will freak out when he climbs back onto the ottoman to jump off again and I'm not close enough to hold his hands. It's a circle.

11. Grow incisors.

12. Finding out "How about...." is a very, very funny phrase and will send him into fits of giggles and squeals.

There, y'all. Happy?

Work? What work?

If you've got some time, mosey over to Cake Wrecks. She posts cakes that have been created by "professionals" and paid for--with actual currency and no known reason why.

It's a good way to spend the afternoon. Especially when you get to the baby shower cakes. Shudder.

Storytime

Hi everyone,
I'm hijacking Mommy's blog for the evening to tell a story. A story about hamsters that lived in Daddy's first house. When Daddy first moved into the house, he lived with a bunch of people I don't really know, and one that I do know. The one I do know is Daddy's Cousin Shane and he owned two hamsters.

Daddy's Cousin Shane wasn't around a lot, but his hamsters were. They were funny hamsters but they didn't get to go out to play very much (it's like when Mommy doesn't get me out of my crib in the mornings and I'm left to entertain myself with a book and any poop that's collected in my diaper. But that's a story for another time).

One day, Hamster A managed to escape. This made the two cats living at the house very excited. They had a delicious snack that they got to catch themselves which didn't happen a lot. Hamster B was very upset about having to watch his/her hamster-mate die a horrible death, so s/he chewed off his/her own arm and bled to death.

This made Mommy and Daddy laugh and laugh. But it reminded Mommy of another hamster story that had much the same ending, courtesy of her. But that's another story for another time.

The end.

Parrafin: Never a good idea

While I was at my parents' this weekend, Alexis came over Saturday night. In an effort to reclaim the coolness I never really had, I suggested we really do it right and break out Mom's parrafin-wax-bath and give ourselves some treatments for a regular old-fashioned slumber party. It's true: I really am that lame.

A very bad idea. Not only the wax treatments, but for me to be around a camera at all. I'm very unattractive. And I can't take a picture to save my life.

We didn't realize that it took a long time for the wax to harden. Alexis refused to wait simply stuck her hand in the freezer to speed things along.

Below is what her hand looked like after sticking it in the freezer. Smooth, lovely, and ready to film a Zales ad with minimal prep.

This is what MY hand looked like after sticking it in the freezer. It's all very "They're coming to get you, Bar-baa-ra"

And then Alexis and I decided to have our wax molds high five each other, Barney-style. Because we're awesome like that.

Ed

In my apparent (and completely unintentional) bid to become just like Bethany, I too am down one cat. We had to move Ed to a new home today. Barney & Buster were completely terrorizing her and the poor thing would only come out from under our bed to eat and poop on my carpet. She's moved to a home with a woman that has no other pets and desperately wanted a cat. Ed will be okay--better than okay, she'll be thrilled to be the center of attention. She'll be much, much happier.

Doesn't mean I don't miss my cat, though.

Everything he needs to learn in life...

Will's learned at Abba & Poppa's.

We're at my parents for the weekend. So far my mother has taught him:
1. How to hock a loogie and spit it into the trash.
2. That when you step on a bug, it stops moving--and sometimes disappears.