What Are Stickers For?

7am this morning, while I'm still waking up over a cup of tea, and wondering what is up with all the fog outside....

WeeBee:  Mommy, can I have a sticker?
Mommy:  What?
WeeBee:  A sticker!  (smiles his "I know you're going to say no, but don't I look cute?" smile)
Mommy:  No.
WeeBee:  Pleeeease?
Mommy:  What for?
WeeBee:  A sticker!
Mommy:  Stickers are for doing things.  Like going to the potty.  Or cleaning up your toys.
WeeBee:  Or saving Baby Lowly?
Mommy:  Ummm...yeah...

Nothing Like Waking Up In the Morning

To your toddler screaming, "I'm a dinosaur!  Roaaaar!  I'm a cow!  Moooo!  Roarrrr!  Mooooo!  Cow!  Dinosaur!  Mooooooo!  Roooaaaarrr!  Maaaa!  Mommy!"  And then continuing in this theme for the next hour.

I need to find some stronger coffee.

I Know, I Know, I Should Post More Often

But I've been working on two awesome craft projects at night after the kids go to bed, which is normally my writing time.  Pictures are coming, but for now I'll be all mysterious.

What's new here?  Baby Lowly can climb the stairs.  WeeBee is still falling down them.  My next house will have a slide/elevator/trampoline.  For now, I'm doomed.

Speaking of doom and despair, WeeBee is insisting that Baby Lowly's eyes burn him.  Whenever he has a whiney crying fit because he wants something, Lowly watches him and grins.  He then throws himself to the ground, arms covering his face, and yells, "NO, LOWS, IT BURNS!  Mommy, Lowly's burning me!" Which of course makes Lowly crack up even more, because nothing entertains her like WeeBee theatrics.  No idea where he got this from, but I feel like I'm being followed around by Gollum.  If he starts saying "precious" I'm going to freak out...

Favorite Shirt

Over the last week or so WeeBee has been trying to be all independent and dress himself.  I used to put two outfits out for the day and let him choose which one he wanted to wear, but now he pulls his little step stool over to his dresser, and ransacks the drawers until he finds what he wants.  He has very definite ideas about what clothes go together, and it's not nearly as haphazard as I would have thought.  "Baseball pants" go with "baseball shirt" and "soccer socks."  "Favorite pants" (camo fleece pants, and the only pair I can more or less guarantee he won't strip off in the middle of the day) go with "orange shirt."  And, as I learned today, "comfy pants" (khakis) go with "favorite shirt."

It was in the 60's today, and WeeBee was going stir crazy, so I told him I would take him for a walk.  As usual, by 3pm he was running around in a tshirt and diaper, the pants he had insisted on wearing this morning having been rolled up in a ball somewhere.  That lead to the following conversation.

Mommy:  WeeBee, what happened to your pants.
WeeBee: (in a singsong voice):  I don't knowwww.
Mommy:  Well, go find them, you can't go outside without pants on.
WeeBee:  I want brown comfy pants.
Mommy:  (Running through how many brown pants he has and which ones he could be talking about)  Ok.  Well, favorite pants are in the dryer.  Do you want those and your orange shirt?
WeeBee:  Noooo!  Comfy pants!  And favorite shirt!
Mommy:  (now completely confused)  Which one is favorite shirt?
WeeBee:  You knowwwww!  (waves arms around)  It has two arms!  And it goes over my tummy!

At this point I turned away so he wouldn't see me crack up.

Well, it turns out "favorite shirt" is his flannel shirt that he wears when it's very cold.  Silly Mommy, not realizing it was perfect for 60 degree weather, and comfy pants...