Call It What You Want...

Indeed, 'tis true: The Big Boy is two.

He got a supper of his favorite foods -- grapes, scrambled eggs, cottage cheese -- and he got to eat off the "You Are Special" plate. All very exciting. But not as exciting as...

Birthday ("Bi-day") cake and ice cream ("cream"). He's not sure how to eat ice cream, but he's pretty sure that picking it up in his hand isn't it.

He went to bed after all the birthday excitment with "Lofty" (Bob the Builder's friend the crane) and is currently in his nap with his new friend, too. (Grandma Sarah can't believe his favorite present cost $1. Goes to show that when you're buying a kid's love, it doesn't have to cost that much. Hee hee.)

P.S. If you need your lawn mowed, here's your guy. He's even got eye protection.

Mark likes to shake hands. When he does, he says, "Meet you" as in "pleased to..." He likes to shake hands (in particular) with his baby brother.

He also likes to hug the baby. Mom has to make sure he doesn't strangle or smash him.

Just in case you wonder, Adam likes Mark, too. The other day, Adam sat and watched as Mark sort of crawled all over him, and when Mark got tired and went away, Adam started to cry. When Mark came back and patted him, the crying stopped.

Keep it up, boys.

I get a list of the Internet searches thay yield my blog, and yesterday's had a couple of amusing hits...

First, "turn off text messages for tmobile" linked to this, this, and this, all entries in my happy little world of blogging. Hey, if you came here because of text message issues with T-mobile, let me know when/if you solve the problem. (I'm still getting them, and now they're costing me. Grrr.)

Also, I got a hit from a search for a fairly well-known, um, entertainment establishment in my hometown. Hey, gang, if you've come here looking for the Hiphugger, you've come to the wrong place...

And those weren't the sort of, um, off-color ones that end up with my nice little blog.

So it's kind of hard to get a minute to sit at the computer and write, especially since I really ought to be sleeping most of the time I don't have a boy in one hand or the other.

So here are a couple of random thoughts...

* How funny us it when your almost-two-year-old is running around alternating between his own pronunciation of "Bon jour" and "Bozo"? ("Bow-joe" is the first, which is how it morphs into the second...)

* How is a mommy supposed to keep a straight face when telling said almost two year old not to stuff his rice into the back of his bent knee (especially when Grandma and Daddy are laughing into their napkins)?

* Why did a piece of bacon fall out of the load of laundry I was moving from the washer to the dryer? (I guess why it fell out is, it got dislodged. The question is, I suppose, where did it come from and when?)

* How cute is this???